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“But what if I like violence,” Arsenio pouts, giving his lighter a longing look before shoving it back in his pocket.
“We’ve gained one thing today, at least,” I say, ignoring Arsenio’s protest. “We know who we can and can’t trust. It would’ve been easier to have the witches by our side, to show a united front against anyone who wishes to take over our town, but we don’t need them.”
Arsenio and Seline both nod, our hopes lifted despite the turn of events.
“We’ll take on Aldric and the Langley sleuth, and show the witches who are truly the strongest among us.”
“There’s my firecracker,” Arsenio purrs, clasping my hand tenderly in his. “The flames of vengeance are so enticing when they dance in your eyes, my breathtaking mate.”
My cheeks heat as he brings my hand to his lips, and my heart flutters as they linger, the soft caress a reminder of exactly what he can do with that mouth. I get lost in the fire dancing in his amber eyes as he gazes up at me, the look promising even more heat than the warmth spreading along my skin.
“On that note, I’m going to leave,” Seline murmurs. “Don’t mind me.” I barely glimpse her backing towards the door out of the corner of my eye, unwilling to pull my gaze from Arsenio’s. The sexual tension grows palpable between us as we wait for the telltale click of the door.
The moment it shutters though, I’m out of my seat, crushing my mouth to his in a flurry of passion and heat. My leather jacket clings to my arms, its weight suddenly far too stifling as I work it off, my lips never leaving his. His tongue sweeps in, and he cups my face, tilting it up so he can devour me completely.
A growl of frustration rumbles from his chest as he pulls away, scowling down at the desk like it personally offended him. He hops off the desk and nearly lunges for me, his hands immediately cupping my ass and lifting me onto the flat surface.
“I hate not being able to keep you safe every second of the day,” he says, his lips descending on mine in the next moment, cutting off my response.
I spread my legs and curl my hands around the opening of his leather jacket, yanking him closer and letting my body do the talking. I know what he means. That’s why I went to Glenda in the first place to keep both them and my pack safe, but things don’t always work out that way. My wolf preens at the connection pulsing between us, our bodies melding as one as lust courses through my veins.
I get the frustration, but it means the world to me that he isn’t trying to control me, that his concern is genuine and not an attempt to lock me away.
I arch my hips into him, my pussy aching, desperate for the friction of his length thrusting inside me.
He called me addictive, but I’m just as desperate for them.
I frantically reach the waistband of his jeans, and he does the same, the zipper of my leather pants already down by the time I have his button undone. His fingers slip beneath my panties, and a low groan of approval rumbles from his chest as he feels just how wet I am for him.
Fuck foreplay. I need him to fuck me against this desk, right here and now. I don’t care if anyone—
A tentative knock on the door startles me from my thoughts, causing Arsenio and me to jump apart abruptly.
Arsenio mutters a curse beneath his breath, glaring daggers at the soon-to-be-dead person standing on the other side of that door.
“Whoever is behind that door better have a very good reason for being here,” I shout while buttoning my pants.
Arsenio huffs out a breath of exasperation before buttoning his own. “A very good reason is an understatement.”
“Trust me, I don’t want to be here just as much as you don’t want me, but there’s someone you might want to see standing in the bar right now,” Seline says, cracking the door open a fraction so we can hear better with all the soundproofing.
The desk vibrates beneath me as the thumping bass filters in, signaling just how late it is.
“Come in.” I sigh and hop off the desk, bending to swipe my jacket from where it lies discarded on the floor.
“It better be the President,” Arsenio grumbles as he rolls the chair back over for me while I pull on the leather jacket.
“It’s not, but they do have ties to someone we were just talking about,” Seline explains as she closes the door behind her, silencing the dance music blaring from the speakers.
“Glenda?” I ask skeptically, my brows furrowing at the picture that forms in my mind of the elder stepping foot into the bustling club. Now that would be a sight.
“Close, her granddaughter, Aria Hart.” Seline frowns, glancing between the two of us.
“Did she tell you what she’s doing here?” I ask incredulously. I’m definitely not in the mood to deal with another witch right now, least of all another Hart.
“No, and she has an attitude,” Seline says, pursing her lips as she crosses her arms over her chest. “She demanded to speak with you and only you—looked like she was ready to break down the door to get back here even.”
“Witches,” Arsenio grumbles. “You’ve opened a can of worms, now, firecracker.”
