me, but I can’t. Not in the state I’m in. If I go to him now, I will scare him away because I won’t be able to stop myself from pouncing on him and taking what I need. He needs a bit more care, I think. Something more seductive, slow, sensual.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan softly as I feel myself go damp.
I shake my head and flame out to the sin bin, which has some very dark delights on offer. I stride forward, only to be pulled up short by a hand on my arm.
I stop and turn to face that beyond hot male from the arena.
“Your Majesty,” he says, dropping his hand now that he has my attention. “May we talk?”
I lick my lips and take in his entirety. He is spectacular. He is taller than Elijah by about two inches, so he absolutely towers over me. His pupils are white with blue irises and he has a soft auburn color to his hair, which is shaved really short. His body is as hard as marble and his whole attitude just screams Alpha male.
“Of course,” I say and let him lead me off to a quiet, dark corner.
“I am…”
“Killian. War Horseman,” I interrupt him.
He nods. “I apologize for not making your acquaintance sooner. I was on assignment on Earth.”
“I’m aware,” I murmur. “Did you not think that meeting your new Queen was worth returning for?”
“I prefer not to be recalled unless it is an emergency,” he states.
“I see,” I say, with a raised eyebrow. I reach out and place my hand on his forearm. His muscles ripple as he flexes slightly. “You are a big boy, aren’t you, War.”
He blinks at me. “Respectfully, Your Majesty, I want you to stay away from Elijah,” he says, surprising me.
Taken slightly aback, I frown at him. “Excuse me? Who are you to dictate who I can and cannot see?”
“No one, but you are not good for him.”
“Oh, really,” I drawl, digging my sharp nails into him slightly. “I was under the impression that I was real good for him.”
His nostrils flare as he gets my meaning and he looks to the side. I take this opportunity to run my hand further up his arm. There isn’t a single male that I know of that can resist me when I turn on the charm. My small hand rests on his bicep that is as big as a tree.
He looks down at my hand and then back at me with such a blank look, I pull my hand away and clear my throat. I jam my scorned hand onto my hip and give him a level look as the penny drops.
“You care about him,” I say.
“More than that,” he growls.
I nod slowly. “I don’t mind sharing.”
The scathing look he gives me makes me want to rear back, stung and hurt. But I stay exactly where I am, giving as good as I get. This asshole has started off on my bad side and I fully intend that he stays there.
“You are not my type, my Queen,” he says in a tone that is definitely mocking.
“Good, because I don’t do asshole,” I snarl back.
“Then you will not find it a problem staying away from Elijah,” he retorts.
I grit my teeth and exhale. “Why are you asking me this?” I pretend that he is asking me and not telling me to try and retain the dominance in this conversation, but I feel that even if I went full She-Devil on him, he’d want me to submit. Well, fuck that. I don’t submit to anyone, especially arrogant assholes.
“I saw you at the arena earlier. Elijah was fighting with Razor because of you. He’d heard that Razor wronged you and he called him out. He cares about you, more than he should because you will only end up hurting him. I’m protecting him.”
“From me?” I ask, annoyed as a hungry Hellhound.
“Yes. I may not know you, Annabelle, but I know your type. You won’t accept him the way he is, and he will try to change for you. You will crush him to your will. I won’t allow that.”
“Oh, won’t you, Killian?” I say sarcastically, pissed off that he dared to familiarize himself by using my name.
“No.”
Man alive, this guy has got balls. It’s kinda sexy, but in a way where I want to kick his ass all over Hell and then leash him, on his knees so that I can kick him while he licks my feet. I