Lorcan & Evette

Chapter Twenty

The witch was playing a dangerous game. A game that enticed him and called on the most arrogant parts of his ego.

As he struggled to keep a grip on his desire, she stood at the front of her too-small-car, laughing at his expense.

His ego couldn't take any more of it.

He bent his body over hers once more. "What's so funny little witch?"

"What's funny? It's just that you called me easy but you're so much easier." He hummed. Maybe that was true. A wink from her would have his cock shooting hard. If he turned her over, would he catch her smile? Talk about getting hard. A smile from this slip of a woman would bring him to his knees. "Aren't you Kings supposed to be above all this? You know, if you let me live after all of this- or Annaliese gets me back- I'll have fun telling all my witch friends how the King of the werewolves is more bark than he is bite."

Yep. He was seeing it. They were fated alright. Witch or not, she'd give him what the women in his realm were scared of giving him. Gob. And a whole lot of it.

"Dammit witch, you've put me in a position now where I have to do something with you to wipe that smirk off your face." He brushed some of her white, blonde hair aside, musing idly. He was starting to find he loved her hair. It reminded him of the snow that fell for six months of the year back in the Territories. "How are we going to punish you?" Holding the hair he'd gathered, he tugged her head back. "I could make you regret it—throw you through the windshield maybe. I could make you grovel and beg for my forgiveness. Or, I could show you whose bark is really bigger than their bite."

What he'd give right now to hear her sexy little moan...

"And how would you do—" Slap. Her back arched. She made a sound that sent all his blood rushing to his groin. It was half a cry of shock, the other half a moan. Her moan. Fucking hell. He needed more of that sound.

He kneaded her skin where his hand had touched, working his way through those tingles.

Even with his hand printed across her arse, the witch didn't know how to keep her mouth shut.

"Is that all you've g-"

Slap. He watched her ass bounce, wondering what else it could do.

"You think you're so-"

Slap. Now she really moaned. The sound was sensual, raw. Her ass was reddening where he'd touched it. But he wasn't done yet. If she could still sass him, then she needed more.

He liked the way she moaned. When he finally heard her laugh, he didn't doubt her moan would be his second favourite sound.

He grabbed her thong by the lace and clawed through it either side. When the witch came up to speeds with what was happening, it was too late. Her underwear couldn't be salvaged. He shoved the remnants into his pocket and kept his grip on her.

"Whose bark's bigger than their bite now?"

The witch still wasn't done. Even with her thong gone, she moved her ass against him tantalisingly.

"I don't know what you're talking about your majesty." He hummed, readying to spank her again. "But if that was your A game, I'm going to have to mark it C. A for effort though. I admit you tried."

Little shit.

It was like she was trying to send him crazy.

Determined to wipe that smirk off of her face, he reached a hand around her body and eased it between her legs. He could feel the heat of her pussy a mile away. When his claw tipped finger touched her clit, she sucked in a gasp.