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“I—” he wheezed out.
“Nah, you even thinking about my female makes me want to take you apart bit by bit, slowly. Real fucking slowly.” I added even more pressure, enough that his trachea was on the precipice of being crushed. It wouldn’t kill him, but it would fucking suck for him and his healing process. I waited another heartbeat, then one more for good measure, James’s face becoming an enticing shade of purple by this point.
I let him go and took a step back, not enough to get out of his personal space though. The prick needed to feel the tension and danger rolling off me.
I hadn’t told anyone about Kayla aside from Kane and Sebastian finding out. I knew they wouldn’t have said shit to anyone though, so James assuming anything about my mate meant every other soldier in my army probably assumed the same just by the change in me.
And that just pissed me off.
“I tried calling, but it kept going to voice mail.”
“Maybe you should have sent a carrier pigeon,” I said blandly. “Or, I don’t know, take a fucking hint that if I’m not answering, that means to leave me the fuck alone.”
James cleared his throat and nodded.
I stared at him, and he stared… everywhere but at me, his body language nervous as fuck. “You know, James, I think you forgot that I don’t give second chances.” He snapped his head up and locked gazes with me. “You should keep that in mind next time you say anything about my mate—hell, if she even filters through your head.” Yeah, I was still pissed about that. “Thought maybe you would have remembered that from the one and only chance I gave you all those years ago, yeah?”
As if James were pulled back to the past, he lifted his hand and ran it over the scar across his neck.
“You remember the day I gave you that one and only chance, James?” I watched as his throat bobbed when he swallowed.
He nodded slowly before saying through clenched teeth, “Yeah. Believe me, I remember. And I didn’t forget my gratitude.”
“Good.” I clapped my hands together. “So now, tell me why you showed up uninvited to my place of residence, fucking up my night and wasting my time.” On the outside I would appear calm, collected. But on the inside I was a prowling, chaotic mess, as my thoughts were only on Kayla. She was right upstairs, so fucking close. I could go to her room, kick the door open, and let the intense sexual chemistry and angst moving between us finally free. Because I knew she was close to breaking. So damn close.
She was fighting this, fighting me, and a part of me didn’t blame her. Her human mind couldn’t quite wrap itself around any of this. She wanted me with a wildfire that burned out of control inside her. We didn’t know each other, had hardly spent any time together, and to her, all of this shit was moving at light speed.
But for me, it painted a whole different picture. I’d waited one hundred and twenty years for her. And so only “knowing” each other for a few short days, and being unable to claim her, was fucking brutal and the worst kind of torture.
And that was saying something, since I’d experienced some hard-core pain in my life.
I gestured for James to get the fuck on with it.
“We have problems, and it’s in the form of some very pissed-off Lycans heading this way. As in tonight. Now.”
Interesting turn of events. “Huh,” I said conversationally. “Go on.”
“From what I’m gathering, they sure as hell aren’t coming here for a friendly social get-together.” James gave his neck one more rub.
“Obviously, James. They want to head to Vermont now. And I’m their way in.” I hadn’t given the wolves the exact coordinates to the farm in Vermont for this very reason. I couldn’t have some feral Lycans going balls-to-the-wall insane when shit could—and probably would—go sideways. All that would accomplish is leaving a mess for me to clean up and even more heat for the Otherworld than there already was.
But I couldn’t keep stalling, even if all I wanted to do was lock me and Kayla in a room for the foreseeable future, just memorizing her body, making her come so many times she became delirious, and biting her so many times her perfect body was covered in my marks.
I turned from James and went back to my desk, grabbing the bottle of scotch older than me and taking a swig right from the bottle.
“There’s also something else.”
I took another long pull before setting it down and cocking an eyebrow, the only response he’d get from me to continue.
“Banner’s flown in.”
Huh. Interesting. “Is that right?” I crossed my arms over my chest and smirked as I thought of my brother-in-law, who was also the Scottish Lycan king. “The bastard probably couldn’t stand that he wasn’t in control of the situation, hated that his boys had to follow my rules.” I grinned as dark anticipation flowed through me. Banner may’ve been married to my younger sister Luna and ruled over his kind in the Highlands, but the bastard had one hell of an ego for coming here.
“He’s brought a few others with him. Tagdh, Cathal, and two of his sons.”
“Damn, Banner’s brought in a family reunion to the city.” I assumed he’d brought my nephews, Tavish and Lennox. The third triplet, Caelan, being newly mated, wouldn’t have left his mate. “He’s gonna try and assert some bullshit dominance. He tries that shit anytime we’re in the same room.”
I could handle my brother-in-law, could handle all the Lycans and the Guard, even if he was the cockiest, most stubborn male I’d ever met. Hell, I was as alpha as they came, but that Scottish bastard came in at a close second.
