me to get your junk out for a good suckle.” I smacked my lips. “I hope it’s big, babe.”
He looked confounded at my glee, then he shrugged, his hand reaching his fly. Rowan thinned his lips, yet he was waiting to see me perform a blow job for his rival.
“This wench talks too much,” Baron said in Fae tongue and chuckled, his foul mood gone. “And she’s a bit crude for my taste. But I can’t blame her for her ardor, though. The good fortune of sucking a Fae king’s cock doesn’t just fall onto every mortal girl. Even the high Fae ladies compete for such delightful sports. Who doesn’t want to be my consort?” He drifted his gaze toward me, ready to grab my lush hair for his pleasure after I went down on my knees. “Let’s see how good she is.”
Rowan arched an eyebrow. “And if she isn’t any good?”
“Then this pathetic creature will get a good smack, to say the least,” said Baron. “No one who offends the Summer King will go unpunished.”
I was raised in the South most of my life, even though my family constantly moved around. In South, manners still mattered. Though I’d changed and swore more than I should, I still appreciated good manners in my core.
And how did I handle rude people?
I whipped the bathroom refresher up toward Baron’s eyes, faster than anything, and squeezed the handle. The chemical shot into his beautiful, predatory eyes. He shouted in shock, and I adjusted my aim toward his curvy lips.
He needed to wash his mouth.
While he was distracted and hurt by the content from the refresher, I stepped closer and rammed my knee into his groin.
He had a sizeable erection. Too bad for him.
He roared in pain and rage as he staggered back, one hand rubbing his eyes frantically, the other hand cupping the front of his pants. The next, he sneezed so hard I almost felt sorry for him.
“What the bloody hell!” he said, spitting out the chemical that had gotten into his mouth.
“Don’t complain, dude,” I said. “I hate people bitching for no good reason.”
“Bitch!” he uttered.
“That’s not nice,” I said as I swung my leg—faster than committing a sin and not giving him a reaction time—and kicked the side of his face. Really hard.
It’s a shame. I thought ruefully. He’s so damn good-looking.
However, the kick didn’t dent his face like I wanted. Instead, it was like booting a boulder, which was a shocker to me, but then I was barefoot. I regretted greatly not wearing my army boots.
But when I studied the dirt I left on his cheek, a small satisfaction swelled in my chest.
While I had disabled one dude, the other watched from the sideline. To prevent retaliation from the other “king,” I popped open my umbrella and aimed it at him like a shield.
Rowan opened his mouth in shock, which lasted less than a second. Then he threw his silver head back and roared to laughter. I almost laughed with him because his laugh was just that infectious and sensual.
Damn these two Fae, or vampires, or whatever they were. They could influence people like that. Lucky for me, I might be among the few who could resist their X-men power.
Rowan raised his elegant hands in the air in a gesture of surrender, still laughing his ass off. “I won’t hurt you, girl. I have no quarrel with you.”
“You’re wise for your age,” I said. “But to prove you’re truthful, you’ll stay where you are. And stop laughing.”
“I obey. I stand still,” he said. He stopped laughing, but amusement still danced in his piercing gray-blue eyes.
“What did you use on me, woman?” Baron glared at me, redness rimming his amber eyes. “It’s the foulest thing ever!”
He seemed to recover fast, but since he called me woman instead of bitch this time, I decided to tell him the truth.
I beamed at him. “It’s a refresher. My little brother uses lots of it after he poops. I can sell it to you for twenty bucks, so you can use it too after you’re done with your business. You should try it. It’s a good brand.”
We got it from the dollar store.
He stared at me incredulously.
“Or better, you should use it to wash your mouth, Scarlet-shirt,” I added, my body staying tense and alert, ready for his revenge. I folded the umbrella, my hand tight on the handle, the sharp metal shaft pointing at him.
Rowan shook with laughter again, the ice in his