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“Brings a whole new meaning to the phrase safe sex.” Alek’s rumbled chuckle had a niggle of jealousy worming its way through my head. I was the funny one. Not him.
“Come along, children,” Cashel said with the air of an ever-suffering parent.
“Your dad looks like he needs to get laid, Thorne.”
The vampire prince had me shoved up against the wall before I was finished speaking.
“Don’t.”
Cashel cut me a glance. “You’re not wrong.”
Thorne shuddered. “Stop. I beg you.”
“Your mother is a beautiful cre—”
“No. God, please.”
I shook with laughter beneath his hold, loving every second of his tormented expression. No one enjoyed thinking about their parents bumping uglies. I could almost pity the poor bastard if I wasn’t so entertained by his suffering.
“Bloody hell, are you lot coming in or not? I’m not a doorstop.” A smooth British voice filtered from the open doorway, annoyance clear in his tone.
As one, our heads turned in his direction. “And who the hell are you?” I asked, not recognizing the fae man who absolutely radiated coiled power.
And call me crazy, but I didn’t exactly trust the faerie bastards right now. And this guy? He oozed danger. My wolf paced, desperate for me to let him free so he could neutralize the threat in front of us. But I pushed him back, forcing my animalistic side to come to heel. It wouldn’t get a damn thing done if I went into the meeting covered in fae blood with a body count trailing behind me.
“He’s my pet,” Lilith purred from the darkness behind the dark-haired fae, her hand curling around to press against his chest. “You may call him Rufus. It’s his new name this week.”
“That is not my name.” His silver eyes flashed a dangerous gray.
I flicked my gaze to Alek, who was unusually tense and staring at the man with a suspicious gleam in his eyes. We’d come back tothatlater.
She tugged on a thin gold chain that hung from her wrist connecting to the collar around Rufus’s throat. Hmm, kinky. That tracked.
“It is if I say it is.”
He growled, and the sound was echoed by ominous thunder rolling through the clouds above.
“Temper. Temper. You know what happens to naughty boys.”
I had to palm my growing erection. Fuck, but that succubus knew how to turn it on. I wasn’t interested in her one bit, but there was no way to deny her power. From the look on her toy’s face, he agreed with me.
“I didn’t realize you had a faerie kink, Lil. But where are the wings, Tinkerbell?”
Rufus bared his teeth, his eyes narrowed and brimming with disdain.
“Jesus, Kingston,” Thorne muttered. “Do you never bloody learn?”
“Lil-ith, pup. No one calls me Lil and lives. I’ll give you a pass this once because you’re so cute.”
Fuck. She was scary too. It was easy to forget she was the original demon, her true age and the extent of her power unknown. I needed to remember to tread more carefully around her. Too bad my mouth didn’t seem to get the memo.
“So did you enslave him for his pixie dust? You got your happy thoughts on standby so he can help you fly?”
Rufus snorted. “I’m not a pixie, you dolt. I’m fae roya—”
Lilith stopped him with a swift kick to his shin. “He’s my problem, not yours. What I do with him is of no matter to you, Kingston. Now follow me. There’s a meeting specially gathered at the request of Blackthorne. That can only mean one thing. It’s time for the truth to be told.”
That statement sat between us all, a bomb about to detonate. What more was there? The Apocalypse was pretty fucking big.
