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I shake my head and desperately try to refrain from lifting my hips as my gentle breeze resumes the most torturous blowjob to ever take place. “They have not. What is this otherrumor?”

Oh gods, and now she’s twisting her wrist as she uses her hand to pump me, her speed increasing, Zephyr’s wicked mouth focused on the head of my cock as my balls begin to tighten.

I’m going to come.

I'm going to come my goddamn brains out while meeting with one of my enemies because my mate is sucking me off, and she smells likemine.

“I heard about some sort of ordeal at that concert a few weeks back, the one where an entire band was slaughtered by their lead singer?”

“Do I look as though I follow pop culture?” My hands fly to the arms of my chair as Zephyr moves faster, alternating her strokes and grip, taking me down her throat and focusing on the swollen tip. “I need more than that?—”

“Archer of Eoforwick.” Deveroux grins because the son of a bitch is asking me something he already knows the answer to. “I heard he killed everyone in his band because they brutalized his assistant. Real nasty, too, lots of blood.”

“How does this pertain to me specifically?” My mate squeezes my balls as she deepthroats my cock, and it is my undoing. The first jet of my cum fires all the way down to her belly, my chest heaving as my climax races through the entire lower half of my body. “The boy will be?—”

“He killed his band because they attempted to murder hishuman mateand because it was so bad, he called your right hand man to clean up the mess and help him convert her.”

I slam my fist into the desk as I lose control, my cum filling Zephyr’s mouth, spilling from her lips as my body lurches forward and the most guttural growl rumbles from my chest. “Out!”

“Excuse me?” Deveroux tries to keep calm but I can hear his pulse increase. “What did you just say to me?”

My mate quickly tucks my half hard cock into my slacks, barely getting me zipped as I get to my feet. “You will not come intomyhouse, making accusations againstmypeople based solely on rumors you’ve heard from what I can only imagine are incredibly unreliable sources.”

The President takes a step backward, stiffening his spine the best he can. “How dare you talk to me like that. Your father?—”

“Myfatheris dead and gone, my mother quick to follow, and if you think for one goddamn second I will bend over and take it up the arse the way they did, you have another thing coming.” Baring my fangs, I give this fuckhead my most sardonic grin as plant my hands on the desk and lean toward his retreating form. “The crown, the throne, the kingdom? All mine, and guess what you weasley, wet bag of soggy, limp dicks?”

Deveroux’s mouth drops open, his jaw slack and eyes wide. But he doesn’t respond, so I keep going.

“You arenotthe superior species anymore, and I have every intention of making sure you never think such bullshite again.” I point a lycan claw at him as he bumps into the door, blindly searching for the knob behind him. “I’m coming for you,Mr. President, and that’s a bloody fucking promise.”

One I have every intention of making good on.

22

Dripping Crimson

ZEPHYR

Branoc squawks at me from his perch in the corner of our room, my familiar quick to snitch on me since he’s fallen a lot in love with my mate.

I can’t blame him, not at all, but the raven ismyfamiliar, basically my child and he’s about to tattle on me because Wraith gives him better scritches than I do.

“Quiet,” I whisper as he clicks his disapproval. “I’m trying to help yourboyfriendand if you get his attention right now, he will definitely put a stop to what I’m doing.”

He will, too.

My mate generally doesn’t care if I go through his things or touch his stuff. He has nothing to hide, not from me, so what’s his is mine and all that jazz. This is a little different, though, because he was very clear that he doesnotwant me touching this particular item.

So of course I’m going to.

I’m doing it to help him, to help all of us really, and as soon as I’m finished, I’m going to crawl into bed with my heating padsince my uterus has been trying to kill me for all of a week now without any luck.

And by luck, I mean blood because I started my cycle but I’ve yet to bleed.

Ultimately, it’s fine. I’m moodier, I know that, and my emotions have been running a little more toward sensitive than normal, but nothing has been so obvious that Wraith has noticed. The occasional cramp catches his attention but that’s easy enough to explain away, and my libido is out of control and some of the things we’ve done lately have left us both feeling a touch rough the next night, so I have that excuse too. I’m also pretty sure he’s slightly oblivious because of the pheromones I’m throwing his way; Wraith can’t stop sniffing me and loses his focus frequently because of my scent, then he goes all primal, so any concern he might have had is quickly forgotten. Which saves me from having to explain any of this in the midst of another shit storm.

Mother Nature has some really crappy timing.

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