Page 28 of Taming the Wicked Wolf

“Of course, it was a first level spell.” He smirks and inclines his head, “I enjoy following your rules and beingyourgood boy. Tell me exactly what you want, Emilia, all you have to do is say the word. You hold all the power.”

“Hey,” Carly Beth says, grabbing her drink and downing the rest of it, “I’m thinking of ordering another round. You in?” She pauses, looking between us, “Woah, did I miss something?”

“No.” I stammer, slipping off of my bar stool, Silas’ fingertips brushing back and forth against my thigh as I stand beside him, “Could you watch my stuff? I need to—” I gesture towards the hall.

“Sure.” Carly Beth smiles, grabbing my purse, “I’ll go talk to the cute bartender.” She wiggles her eyebrows and bites down on her plastic straw.

“Not the one in the navy shirt.”

She nods her acknowledgement and walks off towards the bar.

I stand in the large hall just before the bathrooms, already losing my nerve. It’s probably for the best, since fucking in the bathroom isn’t really something I figured I’d ever have on my bucket list, anyway.

“How drunk are you?” Silas asks, fingertips gliding down my spine until his palm settles at the small of my back.

“I was tipsy maybe an hour ago.” I say, turning, “What about you? You’ve had three drinks.”

He smiles at me, “Demons metabolize things differently.”

“Do you think she suspects anything?” I look out towards the bar where Carly Beth is thankfully staying far away from the demon bartender, “He’s not dangerous, is he?”

“I think the entire bar suspects something and no, he’s a pride demon. He actually seems like a nice guy.” He takes a step forward, “Here, give me your hand.”

I look down, placing my hand in his outstretched palm, “What are we doing?”

“I’m getting us some privacy.” He slides his other arm around my waist and pulls me close, “Take a step back.”

“If you wanted to dance with me, you should have just said so,” I tease.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Then keep your eyes on me and,” Silas presses forward, and I stagger backwards, the world shimmering as magic surges around us. It crackles against my skin, filling me with this giddy warmth, better than alcohol.

The bastard teleported.

THIRTEEN

Emilia

I crash against a hard surface,the doorknob rattling from the impact. Silas’ large hand cradles the back of my head as he bends down, capturing my lips in a frenzied kiss. He barely gives me the chance to breathe, his large body caging me in. My entire being is humming with anticipation, I’ve wanted this for weeks. Dreamt of it.

His hand slips from the back of my head and wraps around my jaw, just short of my throat, holding me there with a gentle yet possessive grip as he teases my lips apart, brushing this tongue against mine, with a low groan that settles between my thighs.

I grab hold of his waist, pulling the dark gray button-down shirt from his pants, slipping my hands under the heat of his skin against my fingertips.

“Gods,” he growls, lips a breath away from mine, “are you okay?”

“Yeah, can you kiss me like that every time we teleport?”

He laughs, taking a step back, “I can kiss you like that any time you want.”

“Where are we?”

It’s clearly a public women’s bathroom, but a really nice one with rich maroon walls and black-and-white checkered tile floor, the marble countertop stretches across the far wall of the room, though from closer inspection it’s just a covering. The small flecks were fairly convincing from a distance.

I stare at myself in the mirror, hair mussed, cheeks flushed and lips plumped and he’s barely touched me.

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