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I glared at him, but of course, that smirk and his deep voice flowed over my body and made my cock harden. It was like he had a direct line to it.

“You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

“I reckon not for a while. But then, of course, there was the whole ‘yer mine’ speech, unless dat was just da power ridin’ ya at dat moment and nothin’ more.”

Of course, he had to mention that. My mind instantly conjured images of how he’d felt and tasted and how I’d wanted to do a whole lot more until the night went very sideways. Grabbing the blanket, I flung it off and pointed at the raging morning wood I was sporting.

“Does this look like I want to take it back?” I pulled the blankets back into place. “I was up all night thinking about all that happened last night. I think I fell asleep like ten minutes ago.”

“As fuckin’ hot as dat is, and as temptin’ as ya are, I’m no’ gonna join ya in me bed. We ‘ave work ta do. So, get up and meet me in da kitchen. I’ll be nice and let ya get a cup of coffee first.”

“Work?”

Rhys stopped just before he walked out the door. I really did hate that he looked so calm and cool as a damn garden vegetable while I was burning with desire from the inside out just looking at him. What the fuck was it with those black kilts that looked so damn sexy?

“Aye, and dinnie be takin’ time to relieve that itch ya got. I didn’t get to rub mine out, neither da ya.” Rhys rubbed his chin. And even that small movement sent an electrical charge through my body. “Oh, and I’d wear somethin’ comfy—trackie bottoms or somethin’ of the like.”

“What the fuck? How is this fair?” I asked and swung the blankets off again.

His eyes immediately flicked from mine to take in the whole package. “Dinnie worry. If I have it me way, ya’ll be screamin’ under me soon enough,” he said stiffly, and then he was gone.

“Really? You’re going to say that and leave me like this? What kind of heathen are you?”

His laugh echoed along the hallway, and I groaned as I slipped from the bed. Unbelievable. I was partnered with a sadist. Fucking wonderful.

“Comfortable, he said. Trackie bottoms?” I grumbled as I rummaged through the closet. “What the hell are they, anyway? Track pants or jogging pants, maybe?”

I pulled out a black T-shirt and a pair of black ‘trackie bottoms’ and wandered into the washroom to do my morning routine. I was very tempted to ignore Rhys and take a few minutes to get rid of my hard-on, but I figured he’d know somehow and torture me more. The image of him in leather armour crossed my mind, and I doubled over and grabbed the edge of the sink.

Fuck, this was torture. Anyone who said being the number one was the best had never been through this. It felt like the worst case of blue balls mixed with a healthy dose of magic keeping it that way.

“Good mornin’, Master. Would ya like me ta help ya wit anythin’ dis mornin’?”

I jumped at the sound of Liam’s voice. “Holy fuck, Liam! Don’t do that to me.”

“I’m sorry, Master. I didn’ mean ta startle ya,” and he took a step farther into the room. His hands were neatly folded in front of him, but his eyes were trained on the tent in my pants.

“Liam?”

“Aye, Master?”

“Let me give you a rundown of what will happen if you touch me. The first thing that will happen is Rhys will find out, and I’m guessing he’ll be pissed off. Now I don’t know about you, but I think he’s fucking scary when he’s angry. Do you want him hunting you down to cut your cock off because you touched me?”

His eyes went wide. “Naw, of course, no’, but ta service ya is part of me job until da triad is formed. Master Gregory said ta give ya whatever ya needed. Dis ‘as been me job in da house for many years.”

I cocked a brow and leaned my hip against the stone counter. It seemed odd that Gregory would encourage Liam to offer himself up to me. Did he also offer himself up to Rhys? Did that mean he accepted? The rage in my chest was alive and well with the thought of someone else touching what was now mine.

“Who exactly have you serviced, Liam?” I asked, my anger quickly escalating the longer I stared at his handsome face. I wanted to growl at the thought that Liam had taken Rhys down his throat. The possessive, crazy sensation that had started the moment I saw Rhys the first time apparently had no intention of lessening.

“Almost all da males dat pass through da house.”

I pushed away from the counter, a growl leaving my throat. “Oh, really? Is Rhys one of these males?”

Liam licked his lips and stumbled backwards out the door as I continued to advance on him. There was no reason to be angry with the man, but I couldn’t seem to stop the desire to rip his head from his shoulders.

He held up his hands as he dropped to his knees and continued to back up like an animal would until he hit the bed.

“Please no hurt me,” he whimpered.