spitting, snarling, and teeth gnashing. Though my bestie had been a wolf. Hopefully, he hadn’t heard about the latest and greatest. It’d be a real bitch to have to throw down with Elias.
Man could make a smoked brisket better than anyone I’d ever known, and I’d be really pissed if I never got invited over for dinner anymore. Continuing the downward trajectory, I listened for the raucous noise of the door opening above. Hopefully, when dick man got there, he’d go up.
Up made sense.
Why the fuck had I thought going down made more sense?
It was three more flights before I found another door of any kind. Was I about to knock on Hell’s back door?
Like the door from my floor to the stairwell, this one opened away from the hall. I extended a hand to test the magical protections. I was on the outside, so they should be geared toward keeping stuff in, not out?
Then again, I went down—look, it seemed reasonable at the time, and I might still be a little drunk on Dorran—so what did I know?
Energy licked against my fingers, and the vaguest of hums touched my ears. Dammit. Definitely warded. Warded to what? Give a sweet tickle, or blow someone’s head off?
Last I checked, those spells were actually in the same category. Don’t look at me like that, succubus here, not a witch. They do some messed up stuff.
A hush of breath was my only warning before powerful hands seized me, hauled me backward, and slammed me against the wall.
“Oh,” I drawled after I caught my breath again. Having it all knocked out of me was a point in my favor. Fucking vampires didn’t need to breathe. I did.
Score one for me. Take that you twisted fucks.
Still, I stared up at the now bloodied face of my erstwhile visitor and his very, excuse me, extremely pissed off face. Resting dick face had taken active to a whole new level.
“You are a pain in the ass,” he snarled.
“Look who’s talking, jackass,” I retorted. “I was minding my own business in that cell when you got all handsy.” For evidence I glanced at those huge paws he called hands currently pinning me to the wall. In fact, most of him was pinning me to the wall, and it was hot.
His lustful fragrance swarmed me, and I wanted to take hits off of it. I might need the extra boost, but I didn’t need to go into a stupor, so I kept it to the mouth breathing.
For. The. Moment.
“Why do you smell like a man?”
“Because you’re a little whacked. Trust me, no penis here. Currrently.”
I smirked at my response.
“Need to check?” I widened my stance a little. It took some wiggling, but it ground me against him and the now very thick evidence of his penis. “I can feel yours, seems only fair you check out mine or the lack thereof.”
His growl vibrated right through me, and fuck, that felt good. Okay, first, I didn’t need to feed, so stop it. Second, growling boy might want to eat me and not even in a nice way, so focus.
Tilting my head to the side, I considered licking him just to see what he would do.
Could be fun.
Might get me killed.
Both were definitely more than I had to do an hour ago.
“Also, kudos for the erection, man. I was pretty sure two slams of my knee would have knocked your balls into your throat.”
Poor baby was not amused.
“Who touched you?” Each word came out on a spikey, near guttural sound, swallowing the vowels.
Kind of sexy in a primitive caveman way.
“At the moment, hot stuff, that would be you.”
He shook me once. This close to the wall, it only served to knock my skull against the stone. Great, the stars I’d still been seeing since earlier now had do-si-do partners to dance with.
“Who fucked you?”
Oh.
That.
“Do you really want to know?” I asked, more curious than anything for his response.
“Yes,” he rasped.
“Let’s see—that would be ‘none’ and ‘of’ along side ‘your fucking’ and wait for it, ‘business.’”
His brows pulled together. “You’ll tell me, and I’ll deal with it.”
“Yeah, okay, this isn’t entertaining anymore. We need to communicate in more than grunts.” When he pushed his hips at me again, I debated his reaction if I slammed my knee up once more. He was pretty hard. “Thanks for the offer, by the way, I’m not hungry.”
A puzzled look crossed his face for a split second, then he did something utterly unexpected.