Revealing the Monster (Playing with Monsters #4) - Amelia Hutchins Page 0,99

apart from a threat or the downstairs girls.” I’d once kicked a server out of Lucian’s bedroom, assuming she’d been his choice for the night. If I’d needed to, I would have removed her physically from that room where I’d first been with him.

“You spilled our drinks.” He ran his fingers over the inside of my thigh, a move meant to calm my inner emotions that rose at the knowledge that I’d just murdered an innocent. “I’d prefer to drink it from your pussy.”

I shivered at the memory of him doing that, along with another one of Spyder and him drinking it from my body. He growled softly, pushing the hair away from my shoulder before tracing it with his lips.

Spyder approached the stage with a second bottle of scotch, as if he’d been plucked and delivered to me from my memories. He smirked, tilting his head before placing two chalices on the table beside the throne. Once he’d filled them both, he held them out for us to accept.

“A toast to my King, and brother, and the woman he’s chosen as his Queen to rule his empire at his side, forever. To Lucian and Magdalena Blackstone! Master, and Mistress of Club Chaos, and everything attached to the title,” Spyder declared, holding out a glass flute of his own.

The crowd cheered loudly, even though most didn’t appear to approve of the toast. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that the women weren’t happy that Lucian was claiming someone other than them. The men as well seemed disappointed by the lack of show they were receiving this evening.

We drank the expensive citrus scotch as Spyder smirked and winked at me. Then, leaning forward, he spoke softly to Lucian, “Erie is here, and so are the others. If you’d allow it, Devlin and Bane will escort Magdalena to her.”

“Good. Is she sane tonight?” Lucian asked, but Spyder’s eyes sparkled with mischief as his mouth twitched.

“Define sane, brother,” he chuckled.

Lucian groaned, placing the glass down to rub the bridge of his nose. “Is she of sound mind, at least?”

“I assume so, but she does appear to be wearing—Callaghan.” Spyder rubbed his hand over his mouth before peering at Lucian.

“Excuse me? Because it sounded like you said she’s wearing Callaghan.” I narrowed my gaze on Spyder’s shoulders, which moved in silent laughter.

“She’s what exactly?” Lucian asked, backing up my question.

“She’s wearing parts of him at the very least,” Spyder confirmed.

“Fucking Erie,” Lucian groaned, which caused a burst of laughter to escape me. “You think this is funny?” he asked, hiking one eyebrow up to his hairline.

“It’s Erie, so yes, it is funny,” I snorted, covering my mouth with my palm as more laughter bubbled up from the look of frustration on Lucian’s face.

“You’re sure she’s wearing—”

“Her estranged husband?” I offered, as Lucian searched for the best description to use. Laughter bubbled up from my chest, bursting from my lips before I could prevent it from escaping. “It’s funny. Who hasn’t wanted to wear their husband at least once?”

“Sane people, that’s who,” Lucian grunted.

“She’s wearing a leather top that appears to have Callaghan’s chest piece on it and a matching hoodie, similar in color to his hair. I do believe she added her name on it right above the heart, though. She’s also dressed in a Hawaiian skirt and thigh-high boots with actual witch charms on them. The whole ensemble screams crazy.”

“Will she be sensible enough to ward off anyone attempting to take Lena?” Lucian asked, his stare sliding out through the crowd, not finding the one in which he was searching. “Lucifer is gone for the moment, but I don’t put it past him to try for her after we head below.”

“Erie seemed sane of mind, but the outfit says otherwise. Maybe she’s trying to mislead her prey?” Spyder offered, shrugging his wide shoulders. “I did explicitly tell her to protect Kitty with her life, and she fully agreed to castrate anyone and defile them with their penis if they touched our girl.”

“That’s good enough for me. You’re to stay beside Erie, Lena. Do you hear me? Do not leave her sight or even step out of her reach. It would take Lucifer mere moments to get you, and while I’m certain my wards would prevent him from escaping with you, we don’t want to chance him hurting you.”

“I get it, Lucian. I’ll be a good pet and stay put, okay?” I growled, narrowing my eyes on him, and he glared