“Today, asshole. I don’t have an endless amount of time to waste on you,” I snorted, watching the anger sizzling over his features.
He turned me, painfully slamming my face into the bricks before lifting my dress. I stared up at the ceiling, slowly counting down while he continued to work his shaft, failing to get it up. It was probably because he indulged in too much alcohol and not enough vegetables. His fingers slid against my pussy, and I grit my teeth, closing my eyes. A pain in my side started, and I held in a hiss until he screeched, releasing a blood-curdling scream, and I spun, my stare growing wide in horror.
I saw him fall to his knees, his body contorting and jerking at an odd angle before it exploded. Shocked, I blinked, staring at the mess at my feet. Then, reaching up, I wiped a trace of blood from my face and scratched my head as I narrowed my gaze on his remains, frowning as goop bubbled up from the floor.
I lowered my hand to my side, and a sinking feeling entered the pit of my gut. My mark had once reacted to Micah touching me, too. Only it hadn’t murdered him. It didn’t respond to Kieran at all; in fact, it had buzzed in approval. This poor asshole, though, he’d gotten an explosive reaction.
Struggling to calm my horror to a minimum, I slipped from the room into the bar. Shielding my face from the cameras, I found Ender standing at a table, his fingers flying over the keyboard of this phone.
“Finished already?” he asked lifting his stare with an amused smile.
“Mistakes were made,” I admitted, exiting the club.
“Did you get what you came for?” He chuckled, shoving his phone into his jacket, observing me with laughter in his eyes.
“I don’t want to discuss it,” I groaned, slowly moving towards the parking lot. Leaning against the car was the jerk that had put me in the situation. A smug look covered his face. “You fucking marked me, asshole. It was you in the woods! Wasn’t it? You fucking touched me with your shadows, and now I am cursed!”
“Mmm,” he said, sliding his stare gradually down to my hand, still holding my panties. His lips curled into a knowing smile, and he inhaled deeply, nodding his head. Ender grunted, leaving us while I glared at him. “You won’t be fucking anyone else while we work together.”
I opened my mouth and then snapped it closed before throwing the only thing I had on me at him. He caught my panties, bringing them up to smell them before shoving them into his pocket.
“I don’t work for you! You also don’t get to dictate what I can do with my pussy. The bitch is starving, which means she will eat a dick!” I shouted, and several people near us paused, bursting out in gales of laughter until Kieran snarled, sending them all rushing away.
“Fuck me then,” he offered, crossing his arms over his chest, watching me squirm as I fought to regain control of my temper and raging libido.
“Not happening,” I snorted, glancing around us. “Is this your punishment? No orgasms? I mean, it is cruel,” I admitted, stepping closer to him. “I can flick my own bean though, you know? I was self-sufficient when my ex didn’t get my pussy off. I do have toys that appease my needs as well. I am very resourceful.”
“You come when I say you can, woman,” he shot back icily with a satisfied smile on his sensual mouth.
“How the fuck are you going to stop me from getting myself off?” I asked, laughing at the balls of the prick.
He raised an eyebrow, and pain sliced through my side. I crossed my legs, and a scream ripped from my throat before he grabbed me, yanking me against his massive frame as his lips skimmed over my forehead, soothing the ache he’d caused. Spinning us, he pushed me against the car, shielding me from prying eyes.
“Like that, Xariana.”
I growled, digging my hands into his shirt until they twisted it up. Ripping it open, I pressed myself against him, smiling at the sound of his buttons scattering over the blacktop. It was petty, but also satisfying. He slid his hand around my throat, tilting my head back onto the car.
“If you need to come, ask me. I will make your body sing, woman. All you have to do is give me an answer first.”
“An answer to what? I am not working for you. Not even if I never have another orgasm for the rest of my life. The answer is no. Hell no, to be exact. Have a nice night, asshole,” I grunted, staring at him while he surveyed me. My reply would have been more badass if he hadn’t been leaning against me, holding me in place.
“I bet all I would need to do is reach between those silky thighs, and slide my fingers against your swollen clit, and you’d weep all over me. Wouldn’t you?”
“Most definitely,” I hissed huskily, glaring up at him.
His jaw ticked, because we both knew it wasn’t happening. The sound of cars pulling up all around us had him looking over his shoulder. My hunters piled out of their vehicles, strolling up to create a circle around us. If Kieran cared that weapons were trained on him, he didn’t show it at all. Instead, he lowered his mouth against my ear, and tightened his hand on my throat.
“Let her go, asshole,” Micah snapped, moving closer. “Now!”
“That’s him, isn’t it? The one that broke your heart?” Kieran asked, turning to smile coldly at Micah. “Is he the guy that couldn’t get your pussy wet? Shall I show him how easily you would come for me? Right here, right fucking now? I should spin you around and make you scream, so he knows the difference between you faking an orgasm, and actually coming.”
“That’s none of your business,” I whispered, shivering at the way his gaze slid through the hunters that had shown up in search of me. “Do not do that.”
“Come on, just release her,” Noah urged, his tone one of calm reasoning, even though I’d caught the edge in his words. “This doesn’t have to end badly, man.”
“Doesn’t it?” Kieran asked, sliding that calculating stare back to me.
“Kieran,” I whispered, licking my lips, and my heart began thundering at the look smoldering in his expression.
“Xariana.” Kieran smiled, lowering his mouth to brush against mine.
I didn’t fight him, realizing my team would attack if I did, and it wouldn’t end well. Our lips touched, and I kissed him while using my hands to tell my team to wait, knowing they’d listen to me. His low chuckle vibrated against my mouth, and I felt my body heating for him, wetting with the need to take him deep inside of me.
“You have seventy-two hours before I break you,” he whispered as he pulled back, staring at me with a cold look sparkling in his gaze. “Remember, I offered to make this painless, but you require evidence that you can’t stop this from happening.”
“Onyx, Micah, go to the club and get the information on the woman that just murdered the werewolf,” Noah instructed, and I closed my eyes as I blew the air from my lungs, groaning the entire time.
“Cancel that order,” I whispered sheepishly.
“We’re here because some creature made a mush pile of some asshole in the storage room,” Noah informed, nodding at the two hunters.
“Yup, that was me,” I admitted, albeit hesitantly. “Kieran here cursed my—lady parts. I’m officially a fucking nun.”
“Excuse me?” Noah asked, slowly sliding his gaze between us. “How would he have done anything to you—there?”