Lorcan & Evette

Chapter Twenty-Four

Lorcan kept his eyes on the road as the witch dozed off with her head on his shoulder. He kept his eyes on the humans too, daring them to try something. He trusted no one. As they drew nearer to their stop, he threw a disapproving look over at his mate's attire. Her legs were fully bared. He didn't want others looking at what was his. Worse, his mate didn't know she was his. His mood only soured when he remembered her lack of underwear again.

Really not your best decision Lorcan.

He'd keep an eye on her. If anyone touched what was his...

Human or not, they'd die.

He gave her a soft shake when they were one stop away from the club. Groggily, she yawned and peered about herself.

It must've been disappointing, waking up to see she was still in the same shitty place she had been before she fell to sleep.

"We're nearly there witch," he told her, speaking quietly. "Just a few hours longer and you can sleep for as long as you want. I'll make sure you're safe. You won't have to worry about anything."

He was learning his witch hated waking up.

She hummed, rubbing at her eyes.

"So your demon friend. Is he someone I know?"

The possessiveness kicked in. "Why do you want to know?"

"I was just wondering. Don't worry your majesty. I've already come to terms with my fate. You'll be the last man I see before I die and so on and so forth."

When they stood, he grabbed their bags and threw yet another scathing glare at her attire.

The humans were looking at her, eyeing her up.

"Can't you pull your skirt down any further?"

"This is a sociable length. Trust me, I've worn shorter. Much shorter." She adopted a far-off look. "This one time, a hundred or so years ago now, Annaliese hosted this orgie at Castle Solum and-" Bloody hell. He did not want to hear this. Mates simply didn't talk about past sexual encounters. Sex didn't matter if it weren't with each other. He'd make her forget them eventually. Her mind would be busy with something else. "Well, anything that came past here was considered overdressed." Never again. His mate was going to learn that orgies were depraved.

Having you to myself.

"Enough of this."

"What's the frown for? Have you never been to one before?" She looked at him like he'd grown a second head. "You're not telling me you've been alive for more than a thousand years and have never been to an orgie." That was exactly what he was telling her. "Wow, Lorcan. Just when I was starting to think I knew you, you had to throw me this curveball."

He couldn't tell whether she was teasing him or not sometimes.

Glaring at every human he passed, he grabbed her wrist and tugged her down the bus' aisle. Outside, he pulled her into the shadows to assess their situation.

Unfortunately, the witch wasn't done yet.

He sensed she was needing to distract herself.

"Hey, if you let me live past this year, I'll take you to one sometime."

Absolutely not. There was no world in which he'd ever share his mate. In time, she'd be just as possessive as him.

"Why are you still frowning? Don't you want to go to one? Unless..." She stared at him carefully. Assessing. "Lorcan, are you jealous?"

"Of what?"

"I don't know. Other people touching me."

"Of course not."