Page 9 of His Curse
Not my wolf—theother. He's the piece of shit.
And whatever it is that’s brewing is still a total mystery to me.
"I don't know, maybe.” I sigh. "Probably. I'm sure that didn't exactly help, since my evil seemed to like all their evil."
"It is typically attracted to those who harbor it as well.” Zan wiggles a little, his ass slipping so it's now on my gut, then he folds his arms and taps a finger to his chin. "And since I am almost positive I knowwhoyour evil originated from, there is no doubt it was all sorts of happy to see his daddy, The Destroyer, once again."
"You're an idiot." But he's also my best friend and has been a huge help through all this shit. Even if he manages to annoy the hell out of me most of the time. "You gonna get off me now?"
Like right now as the sardonic grin curves his lips. “Only if you agree to come to dinner at my home, a dinner cooked by my darling girl and precious gem, I might add. Then we shall watch Sterling Archer in all his idiotic glory. Agree to my terms and I will remove my ass from your many abs.”
I ignorehisidiotic glory and lift a brow while smiling a bit. “Cora and Frankie cooked?"
He nods.
"You and Havok didn't help?"
Zan shakes his head.
"Really?"
He rolls his eyes. “We did not assist, but we did, however, go into town to obtain ice cream and brownie ingredients because my sister eats as though she is still pregnant."
"She isn't going to bake the hot sauce in this time, is she?"
"Gods no.” He chuckles. "Frankie is baking since her grandmother was a baker by trade and is far more skilled at it. If we allow Cora to bake there is no telling what she'll mix in, and if you tell her I said any of that, I’ll remove your chest hair one strand at a time.”
“I’m not looking to start shit with that tiny little fae princess.” I shake my head then smirk. “So, hot sauce on the side then."
"Exactly."
"Alright.” I sigh. "Get off me, demon. I'll come to your house for dinner andArcher, but I'm not going anywhere while you’re sitting on me, and I sure as fuck am not marching through your house naked, so I need time to get dressed.”
"Bah,” Zan scoffs as he plants his feet on either side of me then stands on my fucking mattress, looking down at me with a shit-eating grin. "You are welcome in my home naked any time. My mate and I both find you rather pleasing to the eye, clothed or not, so it would be a welcome addition to our little circus.”
I roll my eyes as I scoot out from under him and get out of bed. “I'm not in the mood to have a threesome with you two this evening.”
"Though the idea intrigues me and appeals to me greatly.” He smirks as he looks me up and down, a glimmer of mischief shining in those amethyst eyes. “I fear sharing my darling girl would present quite the issue. I find myself rather possessive when it comes to her."
"And me.” I chuckle because both statements are very true, then move to my dresser in search of clothes. "For someone who is happily mated, you really do act like I'm yours as well."
"Aren't you though, wolf? We bonded instantly, albeit strangely, and now that I'm aware of why, I feel that pull more strongly than I did before."
"I get it.” Tugging on a pair of jeans, I ignore the way I can feel the perv watching me. Like I do every other time he barges in here. "And for some fucked up reason, I feel the same."
"I know.” I can hear the grin in his voice without even looking. “Perhaps I could allow Frankie to give you a blowjob. I may be able to sit through that. Especially if I were fucking her while she did it. Yes, I suppose that would suffice and could possibly prevent me from murdering you for touching her."
"I'm good, really."
"Are you sure? I can tell you're in need of some sort of release; wolves are such sexual creatures, almost as deviant as I, especially when one goes so long without. Something that is definitely the case for you, wolf. And my darling girl is rather phenomenal when it comes to the art of sucking cock. I'm sure it wouldn't take much to convince her it would be in your best interest,” Zan growls, and I laugh. "She does care for you a great deal."
That last part was spit through clenched teeth, and when I face him again, t-shirt in hand, I laugh out loud because the demon is right behind me, fists clenched at his sides, his usually hidden fangs bared.
The only reasons I don'tA, believe Zan when he talks about threesomes orB, actually take him up on them—because for some reason I'm not actually against it—is because he couldn't share Frankie if his life depended on it, and I can't really wrap my head around being with anyone that isn't my mate. Not anymore, anyway.
But if Iweregoing to step into that territory again?
Yeah, I'd probably step into it with Frankie and Zan.
