Page 76 of Sinful Mates

I slid his shirt over shoulders, and a dark smile captured his lips. “You’re torturous.”

I spanked his butt. “And you’re a pain in the ass.” An idea came to mind for his shoes. “For that, you’re wearing track pants, socks, and sandals.”

He huffed, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “I’m not wearing that.”

I retrieved a pair of socks and his beach sandals. “I’ll add a bandana if you keep bitching.”

That got a smirk. “How am I supposed to command respect with the men looking like a ridiculous tourist?”

I imagined all the jokes and insults at his expense. “Don’t care.”

“Fuck, Sorceress.” He smiled, dark, delicious, dominant. “You wait until next time we’re alone.”

“Bring it on. I look forward to your sweet torture,” I purred, unraveling a pair of socks, selecting one and disposing of the second. Then I retrieved another. Mismatching, just to piss him off. “And were playing this game until you comply each time.”

His smile fell and he shook his head, cursing under his breath.

Aaliyah, one. Castor, zero.

With him dressed, I kicked him out of his room. “And I’m riding with you to the club to make sure you don’t change when you arrive.”

On our way out to the garage, I grabbed my phone and texted Alaric to let him know to meet me there.

Castor stopped me at his bike, doing the honors to put on my jacket. “I want to take you somewhere this Thursday.”

Tricky. I had to be around for Mia so that limited where I could travel. Alaric’s trip to the Jenolan Caves was an emergency.

“Where?” I raised a brow.

“It’s a secret.” No, he was not copying me.

I pinched his nipple and made him spank my ass in reply. “Okay, secrets. But you’ve lost the right to call me as secretive as my goddess.”

He tapped my ass. “I think it will help with what you’re wrestling with.”

On cue, fucking Danny appeared, sneering.“You’ll never shed me, sweet sister. Never.”

A promise I intended to break, starting with going with Castor.

CHAPTER26

Zethan

“Get that end.”I gestured to the packages on the back of my 4x4.

“Found someplace else to hide the dead bodies?” Alaric jested, grabbing the end of a rectangular box, sliding it to the edge of the tray, waiting for me to grab the opposite end.

Aaliyah nudged him with her elbow, collecting an open box full of glue and welding equipment. “Careful or I’ll wrap you in one for Secret Santa and give you to Slade.”

My chest vibrated with my chuckle. A slither of sunlight filtered over my bond, melting the permanent frost that turned my heart into a frozen wasteland. It was good to see the old Alaric return. One of the boys, Alaric grew up amid other military recruits, playing pranks, making jokes, and roasting others.

Aaliyah looked golden and radiant in her summer dress. Teal to match her eyes and compliment her burnished skin. Nails darkened with the polish Castor brought her. Hair pulled back in a ponytail, shorter locks with her new cut and dark purple and teal streaks through it. Slade called her a sex bomb with the new look, Castor, a queen like her goddess. Alaric made some cheesy, romantic sentiment that made my comment about it bringing out her eyes sound lame as fuck.

This woman was a goddess. And all mine. The only thing out of place were her tan work boots, but safety captain Alaric wouldn’t let her wear wedge sandals when we were dealing with heavy panes of glass and iron bars.

Tonight, we headed into the Underworld for a special night. To meet a contemporary of mine, have dinner, and get some alone time.

Slade, thank fuck, agreed to babysit Mia. Those two would shout the house down with their mischief.

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