Page 19 of Slay Me

“Apparently, he is a hybrid who cannot control what animal he shifts into,” Killian offers. “Poor bastard just shifts whenever he’s nervous, and there’s no telling what form he’ll take.”

“Price?”

“Dude has nowhere to go.” Killian shakes his head. “I’d be willing to bet you can get a couple decades out of him at least.”

Bringing in a shapeshifter could be a decent addition. Especially if his emotions are tied to what he shifts into. Might be a good way to put the Ghrunt to work as well. Little gnome fucker would get off on scaring the animal out of the shapeshifter. “Go get him,” I tell them then offer the file back to Bracken.

“You got it, boss.”

I shift my gaze to Duncan. “Any word from Ernesto’s men?”

“Nope. They’ve been rather quiet lately, concerning if you ask me.” Killian crosses his arms. “The guy we have watching them says he hasn’t seen the slimy fucker in over a month.”

“Unusual.” Which is alarming in a world of predictable criminals.

“Those assholes from this morning?”

“New blood for Ernesto,” he explains.

“Fuck. Which means he’s still lurking somewhere and has eyes on her.”

“We knew he would.” Duncan crosses his arms. “Might be time to just take him out.”

It’s been an idea lurking on my mind since I first brought Liv in. Taking Ernesto out would make things a hell of a lot safer for her, but the actual attack will not be easy. Especially since counting my team, we’re four of us compared to dozens of them.

Shifting is not an option, not with the way information spreads in No Man’s Land. By morning, everyone with ears would know there is a dragon shifter here.

“Possibly,” I reply, swallowing hard, and run both hands over my face. “We’re keeping her within the boundary, for the time being, either way.”

“She know that?” Duncan arches a brow.

“Yes. And she doesn’t have a fucking choice.”

“Understood.” Though his half-ass grin tells me he’s rather amused. “That gryffin is getting rather fucking handsy.”

A low growl vibrates up from my chest. Apollo is a fucking massive pain in my ass. Arrogant, conceited, and always touching what is not his.

He puts up both hands in mock surrender. “Not my business, just think you might want to make a move or let that fury fly. They are not known for their level tempers.”

Another reason why she needs to remain here. She’s too fucking soft for her own good. Too weak to survive in a world of users. “I’ll handle her.” Pushing to my feet, I face my team. “Be sure you keep an eye out for those fucking bounty hunters. Last thing I want is any of those assholes sneaking around.”

Bracken grins, his smile as savage as he is. He’s more bloodthirsty than I am, though he doesn’t possess even half the temper restraint. The man gets off on breaking bones and cracking skulls. Which is only one of the reasons I hired him. “We’ll keep an eye out.”

Killian claps his hands together. “We’ll go get your guy and bring him back.”

“He gives you any trouble—”

“Here’s hoping he does,” Bracken replies.

The three of them turn and leave, so I settle back in my seat and stare through the partially open flap at the silver lyra dangling from the center of the big top. I can almost see her there, dancing like the magnificent creature she is. Milky skin so fucking smooth I want to ruin it.

My hands tighten into fists as my cock hardens near painfully. The thought of burying myself in her as she dangles from that ring—the thought of fucking pounding into her while those glorious tits bounce is too fucking much to deal with.

Especially when I have a whole day of dealing with high supernaturals and pissy performers.

Knowing I am in desperate need of a release, I stand and secure the tent flap before returning to my desk. I close my eyes and lean back before I reach down and undo the button of my pants. Sliding my hand down, I imagine my fury on her knees, mouth on my cock, as I pump myself.

Would she moan?

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