Page 85 of Court of Evil

“Simon, hi,” she greets. “It’s nice to hear from you.”

“So formal, I thought we were besties,” the guy jokes. “I just wanted to pass on a message from Althea. She said to tell you thank you for her help. She hopes the person she sent you for is what you are looking for, and she is ready to talk whenever you are. There will be peace between the vampyrs and you when you know what that means. Okay, enough mystic shit.”

“Mystic shit,” she scoffs as I lap at her neck. She startles, turning her gaze to me.

“You know it, so I’ll tell her I told you. Are you still there, Tate?”

“I’m here.” She narrows her eyes on me in warning. Sliding my hands up her thighs, I caress her body, searching for any wounds.

“Do you know anything about a wolf pack close to the red mountains?” she asks as she slaps at my hands, but she leans back into me despite that protest. Resting my chin on her shoulder, I inhale once more. Some of it is her blood, but not a lot. She’s okay. It’s mostly the fae’s, though he doesn’t seem worse for wear because of it.

“Yeah, there’s a big pack out there. You’re not hunting them, are you? They are good people. I know them,” Simon hedges.

“No, I want to meet them. We have a common enemy—or did,” she admits. “I won’t hurt them, I promise.”

“Oh, well, the alpha’s name is Jang. He’s a good guy. He has a daughter called Quinn who’s a badass she-wolf. They are deep in the woods before the mountain, with lots of families and kids. They keep to themselves, but they are one of the strongest packs there is—” There’s a grunt. “Yes, except yours, mate.”

“Would they kill me on sight?” she asks curiously.

“Hmm, I’m not sure, to be honest,” he answers.

“No worries, I’ll figure it out. Go be with your mate. I can hear him panting in the background. Speak soon.” She hangs up and tilts her head to look at me. “Finished feeling me up?”

“You smell like blood,” I say, my hunger evident even as I fight it off.

“Uh-huh, are we going to have a feral to deal with as well?” Ronan grouses as he eyes me. The warlock leaps back, magic forming in his hands. Tem just drops to the floor, watching us inquisitively. Fang seems more curious than anything, and the fae just smiles as he lies on the other bed, content and lazy.

“No,” I growl, but it does sound more animalistic than human.

Tate’s eyes narrow on me, looking deep within and seeing the things in the darkness I hide from. “Jarek,” she drawls.

“Yes?” he hedges.

“Do me a favour and bind Addeus to the bed.” She says it so casually, it doesn’t click at first. When it does, I snap my teeth at her, but metal suddenly slides across my skin and I’m yanked down onto the bed, my arms pulled up to the headboard as my legs are spread and chained. Roaring, I buck and writhe until Tate swings her leg over me and perches on my waist, her eyebrow arched.

“Stop,” she demands, and I slump into the mattress. My fangs ache with the need to bite her, my mechanical side battling for dominance at being restrained again. “I will let you go when you calm down. I am not them, Addeus. This is not a trap to keep you in, but I will not let you hurt what is mine.”

“Yours?” I hiss.

“Everyone in this room is mine for better or worse,” she says, placing her hands on my chest as she watches me like I am nothing more than something for her to tame and control . . .and she would be right. My body hums at being so close to her, my circuits popping and frying.

She might be human, but she is the most dangerous person in this room filled with monsters.

Her nails dig into my chest, and the slight sting makes me hiss and snap at the air again.

“Are you going to behave?”

“If I don’t?” I retort.

The smirk she aims at me goes right to my cock, and I roll my hips, trying to force her down for some pressure.

Her eyes narrow, and she leans down to me, her scent clinging to my skin.

Arching up, I try to press as close as I can, and she rewards me by dragging her tongue up my neck to my ear where she bites down, making my back bow as a howl of pleasure erupts from me. “Good boys get rewards. Bad ones get punished. Tell me, which do you want?”

My circuits are firing so hard, my chip cannot compute.

“Punishment it is,” she purrs as she sits back.

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