such proprietary carnal desires arose like a wild blaze.
He had her…and I wanted her.
And it’s been that way ever since.
“Peter,” Tinksley mewls from behind me.
I have to grind my jaw together to keep the rage at bay as a white-hot flame licks up my spine. I’m tempted to see what exactly triggered such a delectable sound, but I quickly decide against it. I can barely stand the sight of them sharing a kiss.
That very image attaches itself to the soundtrack behind me, forcing my eyes shut. I clamp them tightly and shake the torment from my mind, a torment that comes and goes with each passing day in which she’s none the wiser. I’ve tried finding a way around it, but that goddamn spell is bound too tight.
One last moan breaks through, then I’m gone. Lush grass to the soles of my boots, I evanesce my way north through the forest, cutting through the Fae’s shadowy domain that opens up to the town’s square. Spares me from risking a run-in with the Native’s and the Lost Boys.
They’re not exactly Captain Hook fans these days.
“Tigerlily!” Her name erupts from deep within my throat, the monstrous sound reverberating through the palace as the front doors crash into the walls. “TIGERLILY!” I bellow a second time.
A sudden flash of light on my right grapples my attention.
It’s Samuel, my right-hand man, sauntering out of the parlor as he adjusts his belt. Behind him trail Nina and Brielle hand-in-hand, two of the Sacred Six. Each of them don a flustered blush and a cheeky smirk. The witches then quickly inch up on their toes, plant a kiss to either side of Sam’s face, and scurry out with a giggled, “Goodnight, Captain,” in tow.
Once they’re out of sight, Sam drags his gaze to meet my stare, his lips spreading slyly at my unamused expression. “What?” He shrugs.
“Aren’t they like…a thing?”
Sam’s smile widens all the more. “They are, but they enjoy a good cock every now and then.”
“And your dick just happens to be there ‘every now and then,’ correct?”
I wonder where the hell Tigerlily is.
“Sometimes. Others it’s Armand. Malik and Kaz have indulged, too. Tigerlily was in the library last time I saw her, by the way,” he explains, clearly reading my mind.
At the roll of my eyes, he snickers knowingly like the little maggot he can be.
I detest when he does this, though, it’s not always intentional, if I’m being honest—the boy can’t control it. You see, Sam once obtained the gift of telepathy, and while he still has some access to such powers, it’s not nearly as adept and accurate as it once was. Still, he can oftentimes read me—and everyone else—as if immortality hadn’t claimed the bulk of his abilities.
Rather than get on his case for infiltrating my mind yet again, I simply tip my head and cut my eyes up to the top of the staircase. Why hasn’t this girl shown her face yet? “You’d do well to remember that, despite how alluring they may be, they’re still witches. Witches who don’t particularly agree with our way of life.”
“They’re not like the rest. Nina and Bri are far more laid back,” he argues.
“When they’re playing with your dick,” I look to him once more, “yes, I believe it. However, they’re still a very large part of the Sacred Six. Just be—”
“I’m not thick, Cal.” His growl echoes through the foyer. “If I felt I were in any danger when in their presence, I wouldn’t entertain their advances.”
His short-fused temper amuses me.
Chuckling, I squeeze his shoulder and shake my head. “Never said you were, brother. Just be mindful is all I ask.”
Sam nods in understanding, and with a curt nod of my own, I leave him at the entryway to go in search of Tigerlily. But as my boot hits the first step of the grand spiral staircase, another morsel of advice begs to be delivered.
“Oh, and Sam?” I peer over my shoulder. “The next time you decide to invite them or anyone else over, be sure you’ve run it by me first. I’m not too keen on their kind having access to my home.”
I’m gone after that, not bothering to hear his reply. The boy should know better than to open my doors without my knowledge. He’s lucky I’m so fond of him.
Taking the steps two at a time leads me into a deadly silence, a silence that flashes Tinksley back to the forefront of my mind.