into something pornographic? Getty had a wild urge to feed Donnchadh from his fork. Fuck, watching the guy’s throat muscles work as he chewed turned Getty on.
“Yep,” Donnchadh said. “That’s exactly what I want.”
Was he talking about the waffles or Getty?
“Coming right up,” Kenny said.
Getty hadn’t even seen the server. He’d been too focused on Donnchadh chewing and staring at him as if he wanted to make a meal out of Getty.
A hand landed on his shoulder, making Getty yelp. Donnchadh looked behind Getty and curled his lip.
“Hey, son,” Getty’s dad said. “I thought you were at home sleeping.”
Donnchadh seemed to relax. His dark features smoothing out. Getty could’ve sworn he’d heard a slight growl rumbling in Donnchadh’s throat.
Getty turned. “I was hungry.”
“I’ll let you get back to your food.” Getty’s dad looked Donnchadh over before walking away. Did he suspect anything? Was he going to question Donnchadh’s behavior when they were alone?
“You still live at home with your old man?” Donnchadh asked as Kenny poured the guy a cup of coffee.
“He lives with me.” Getty wasn’t sure why he wanted to clarify that. Maybe because at the age of twenty-eight, it sounded like a loser move to still be living with a parent.
When Donnchadh spoke, his voice was just above a whisper. “You took off before we had a chance to talk.”
“I didn’t think we had anything to talk about.” Getty hadn’t meant for it to sound that way, but it was the truth.
“Oh, sweetheart, we have plenty to talk about,” Donnchadh said, so close to Getty’s ear that Getty shivered. “After we eat, we need to take a walk.”
He looked to where his father was seated. His back was to Getty, but Bimbo was looking right at him. He wasn’t sure why she was smirking at him.
“I have work I need to get done.” Getty turned back around. “Maybe some other time?”
Donnchadh made a noise in the back of his throat. “At least give me your phone number.”
Getty could do that. He just wasn’t sure what Donnchadh had to talk to him about. They’d had sex. No strings attached. What else was there to say?
Chapter Three
“We need to step up our patrols in the human realm,” Panahasi said to his warriors. “The hellhounds are getting bolder and, in some cases, gathering in large numbers.”
It had been a growing problem for months now, and Panahasi was clueless to why this was happening.
“Like becoming mayor of a small town,” Donnchadh snarled. “There were at least five hellhounds in Fever’s Edge.”
And Donnchadh had nearly lost his life the night the demon warriors had gone there to clean house. What worried Panahasi was that one of the hellhounds had had a chemical weapon in his mouth when he’d bitten Donnchadh, counteracting Phoenyx’s ability to heal.
That meant the hellhounds were a greater threat now. “I want you guys to split into pairs. Patrol Brac Village, Pride Pack Valley, Desire, and anywhere else they’ve been seen.”
“I’d like to patrol Maple Grove,” Donnchadh said.
“I know three showed up there,” Panahasi said. “But that was because they’d followed Maverick Brac. Have any more infiltrated that town?”
“No, but why wait until they have?” Donnchadh asked. “I’ll take Cadeym with me.”
“How do you know I want to go there?” Cadeym asked. “I might want to go to Desire.”
Donnchadh shrugged. “Whatever. I’ll take whoever wants to go with me.”
There was more to Donnchadh’s request than he was letting on. Panahasi would talk to the warrior once they were alone. He didn’t like any unknowns. “You guys can go,” he said. “Donnchadh, a word?”
“I’ll go with him,” Cadeym said. “I’ll wait for him in the hallway.”
When it was just Donnchadh and Panahasi, he asked, “What’s with your interest in Maple Grove?”
“My mate’s there. I just found out last night.”
“Congrats.” Panahasi smiled.
Donnchadh shrugged. He did that a lot when he didn’t want to talk about something. “If I can pin him down. He keeps giving me the cold shoulder.”
Panahasi knew all too well about resistant mates. “Human?”
Donnchadh nodded.
“Give him time,” Panahasi said. “Take Cadeym and go to Maple Grove. But if any of the warriors need your help—”
“I’ll be there.” Donnchadh walked to the door, and Panahasi wondered how resistant the human would be. Of all the warriors, Donnchadh had had the harshest life before Panahasi had pulled him out of Zakerym, one of the nastiest cities in the demon realm, even worse than Remtin.
He liked to play things cool, but under that smooth act was a man who trusted very