Page 22 of Cursed by Death

Please don’t ask me who I have had sex with. I had a feeling he wouldn’t like the answer to that. And who knew shifters could be so possessive or jealous. Not me, but I was learning by the second.

He sighed, like I was trying his patience. “Fine. You can have him. But I want something in return.”

That didn’t bode well for me, I just knew it. Still, I would agree to whatever it was if it would free the Detective without violence or death, on either of our behalf.

“What do you want from me?”

He grinned and, dare I say, it looked positively wolfish.

“Don’t you want to know what I have in mind for you?” he asked as he reached out to cup my cheek.

It felt oddly sweet and his skin felt incredibly warm against mine. At that moment I enjoyed having him touch me. And that thought alone scared me more than anything else I had gone through recently had.

I knew I had just been thinking last night that I needed to get laid but if I was craving skin to skin contact this much then I couldn’t put it off much longer or I wouldn’t be able to hold myself responsible for just what orwhoI did.

And that shit could get downright embarrassing. Though, I highly doubted anyone would ever consider having sex with the Prince of wolf shifters to ever be embarrassing.

And now I was thinking about having sex with Rally.

This was really not good.

I shook my head, shaking off his touch as I took several steps back. My ass brushed up against the picnic table and I had nowhere else to escape to.

“I don’t care what it is, Rally,” I told him honestly. “If you keep your end of the bargain then I will hold up mine. My word means everything to me and if I say I’m going to do something then you best believe that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

“Beautiful,” he murmured quietly. “And rare. Most people aren’t like that anymore these days. It makes me very happy to hear you say these things. That’s the kind of loyalty a man in my position craves. Seeing you so freely give it to your friend, to the point that you throw yourself head first into danger, is most impressive and I want that for myself.”

You know what they said. Wish in one hand and shit in the other. See which one filled up first.

Or something like that.

“Alright,” I said, giving in because I found his words to be a bit concerning. “So, what is it that you’re going to want from me in exchange for my Detective?”

He frowned deeply at me. “Why do you constantly call him yours?”

Like that was any of his business. And just thinking about the answer made me far too uncomfortable to even consider answering in the first place.

“I already explained that to you,” I snapped at him. “Can you just go get him for me or what?”

He smirked. “You don’t do well with emotions or sharing, do you?”

There was a good chance I was going to murder the Prince of wolf shifters before this was all said and done.

Chapter 12

Ididn’t know how Rally had gotten to the garage but he claimed to not have a vehicle when we left it.

And then he argued with me about driving.

Eventually, I got so fed up with his bullshit I finally told him to shut his stupid mouth as I handed over my car keys.

That’s how I ended up a passenger in my own Jeep on my way to Rally’s house. And we’d been in this fucking vehicle for a good half an hour now.

I mean, really?

It hadn’t taken him damn near that long to show up at the garage.

Now I was fed up with this and getting more pissed by the second.

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