the night and stand out like a sore thumb. Not a great start to our “secret” escape. I start to pull my hood over my face and then decide that no, that looks a bit too much like we’re up to no good. We need to look like we want to do a different kind of no good. So I turn toward Aron and wrap my arms around his neck.
Or I try to. He’s easily a foot taller than me and not cuddly in the slightest. I lean in even as he stiffens, his eyes flashing.
“Now is not the time for fucking, servant—”
“I know,” I hiss at him, and cock one foot in the air like we’re getting all cozy and romantic. At least, I hope it looks like that from a distance. From a very far distance, it hopefully won’t look like I’m gritting my teeth because I want to beat his head in. “Just follow my lead and pretend you’re my lover—”
He snorts. “You should be my lover, not the other way around. No one’s going to believe—”
I slap a hand over his mouth before I decide to abandon his ass. “Stop right there,” I say sweetly. “We’re tricking them, all right? Follow my lead and pretend that you want to have sex with me, all right?”
He grunts.
“Thank you,” I tell him, relieved we’re finally getting somewhere. I release his neck and then try to put my hand in his.
He just slaps one of his big paws on my ass and gives it a hard squeeze that sends a ripple of electricity through me. I give him a shocked look, and there’s a weird charge in the air that makes me shiver. He looks thoughtful, and my pussy clenches somewhere deep inside.
Okay, that was weird.
Gritting my teeth again, I slide closer to him and loop my arm around his waist. “Follow my lead,” I murmur one last time before heading forward.
For once in his stubborn life, Aron doesn’t protest. He keeps squeezing my butt cheek and slows his steps to match my paces, and we approach the guards.
No one moves as we approach, but they start to give me speculative looks the moment we get close enough for them to see my face.
“You lost, tart?” one asks.
I’m really getting tired of the word “tart.” “Nope! Just taking my lover out of the city for some privacy.” I wink at him and then pat my coin purse. “What’ll it take to convince you to open that door?”
“Door ain’t for sale,” the man says flatly.
“Oh, I don’t know about that,” another says. “Don’t be so hasty.” He moves closer and eyes me in a way that makes my skin crawl. “I’m sure we can come to some sort of agreement.”
“I’m sure we can,” I say brightly, pretending to misunderstand. I pull my coin purse off of my belt and open it, shaking a few coins into my palm. “How about—”
“How about your cunt instead of your coin?” the man says, giving Aron’s cloaked figure a dismissive look before he reaches out and grabs my tit.
It happens so fast that I can’t do more than squawk in outrage, and the coins go tumbling from my hands onto the muddy ground. Thunder rumbles overhead and suddenly Aron’s hand isn’t on my waist anymore.
It’s on the guy’s throat, and the man’s hauled into the air, his legs thrashing.
“That’s mine,” Aron growls low. “I didn’t say you could touch it.”
The other guards rush forward, and then things are a total blur. I watch in horror as Aron casually tosses aside the man he’s holding and wades forward, unarmed, as the others unsheathe their swords.
I back up in fear, because I have no weapon and no way to protect myself. Not that I’d be able to against a bunch of armed men.
Aron seems to have no problems with that. He flings himself forward, and as one man points his sword at the god, he casually bats it aside as if it’s nothing and then grabs the man’s wrist. There’s a crunch of bone and then the sword falls uselessly to the ground as the guard screams. The Lord of Storms moves almost gracefully as he grabs the men, crushing windpipes, snapping arms, and batting aside swords as if they’re nothing. It doesn’t matter that they’re armed and he’s not—it’s clear there’s no contest here.
He grabs the last guard by his neck and I expect him to fling him like the others, but he just flicks