Book 4 : Chapter 34

Andrea came into the bedroom an hour or so later after the other men had left. He peeled off his shirt and collapsed next to me on the bed. He reeked of beer and tequila and a shiny sweat was visible on his skin as he fumbled around in his belt for his gun which he then threw carelessly onto the nightstand.

"You'll feel like shit in the morning if you don't drink water now," I said after a few moments. "Even werewolves aren't immune to that amount of alcohol."

"Then get me water," he grumbled.

I got up and fetched him a large glass of water from the bathroom which he proceeded to drink the whole of.

He then rolled onto his back and gestured to his feet, "take my shoes off."

I knelt down by the side of the bed and untied his laces before pulling the first shoe off his foot. As I reached for the other, he put his hand on the back of my neck and pushed his fingers up through my hair.

"I want you right now, Blanca," he replied. "But I'm too drunk."