Lorcan & Evette

Chapter Fifty-Eight

The werewolf tensed, dangerous scents hitting him all at once.

In an instant, he tugged his boxers back up, zipped his fly and pinned the evil little witch with a dark look. His cock was still hard, his body tense, his nostrils flaring.

Evie knew this was going to happen. Clearing her throat, she tried to take his mind off it.

"I've got you a chair, right here." She pointed to the one she'd dragged up behind her counter. Her curtain of necklaces had been pulled back for the occasion. "You just make yourself comfortable and look angry. There, that's the face we'll be needing."

"What have you done?"

"Well, you see, since my coming back to this world is pretty much a given, I want to do it on my own terms. I'm getting back in the business, but people are probably going to try to kill me before that. You're here to stop that from happening."

"No one's touching you."

"That's why you're here."

So he wasn't happy. Not at all. But she'd been expecting that. He was glowering at her now. He'd get over it.

"Back in the business?"

She nodded enthusiastically. "Thirty years ago, I was a mercenary of sorts. I charge people a fortune for a reading."

He was definitely going to kill her. For now, he was happy tensed. All around him, he could scent immortals, though they were all yet to enter. They probably smelt each other. Some were here to pick off his mate. Others had come for information.

But they couldn't find her. Not with that- the little bitch.

Where a bracelet had been tied around her wrist earlier, there was now nothing there.

He'd kick her ass for this.

"Put it back on."

She frowned at him. "Put what back on?"

"Your bracelet. And damn it, grab a coat. We're leaving." He had his portal jumper at the ready.

"And what will you do?" she asked. Evie knew she'd won. "I'll just come back here and do this whole thing over again."

He scowled, angrily shutting her up with his lips. The kiss was punishing. World-shattering.

He hooked her lip through his teeth, biting softly.

"Well?" she asked, the second he pulled back for breath. "What will you do?"

At her ear, he ground out the words, "I will take you to our room." He squeezed her hip. "Tie you to the god damned bed." He nipped her earlobe. "And by the time I'm done fucking you-" He kissed her collarbone. "This fuck all idea will've left you."

"We can't leave. I'm ready for this."

"I don't care. You're openly courting danger."

"I called you here, didn't I?"

"We're leaving."

"No. What do I have to do to stay?" She grabbed his face and cupped his cheeks, pecking his lips in a bid to win him to her side. "Trust me on this. It'll stop most of the attacks. The warlocks will only spread your message to each other, so no one knows I'm yours. Annaliese will be keeping a lid on this for as long as possible. Don't you want people to know I'm taken? Don't you want them to know I'm all yours?"

He knew what she was doing. She knew what to say to manipulate him. The witch had been right. She had him wrapped around her little finger. Unfortunately, it was working. He could smell all sorts of species in the area. They'd spread the word. He needed them to know.