Page 86 of Haunted Nightmares
We found out my mother had seduced her—gross—and all but brainwashed her into believing she would protect her through every step of her plan. Which was to fake her alliance with my father, upholding his laws and goals until she could figure out a way to kill him, while Drusilla was, in fact, sleeping with Deveroux so he would tell her things Atticus wouldn’t. And that is how the President found out the High Elder had his very own stash of vampire-killing weapons, and my bitch mother began selling them to the human government, in turn illegally putting them into the hands of many who would see us wiped out.
Ester wouldn’t explain the troll, though.
She sang like a canary about Deveroux and my sire but she would not budge on the questions we asked regarding that leathery piece of shite, not even when Edith asked.
The traitor either knew nothing, or she was that terrified of Drusilla but we didn’t get a damn thing in that regard and it really had me miffed. So much so, I debated on telling Zephyr or not, only because I feel like this is going to somehow point back to that ridiculous myth about The Hollow, and I don’t want to entertain such nonsense.
Even if I may have started to think it might not be too far-fetched.
And I amdefinitelynot ready for that conversation.
“I’ll hide under there.”
With a frown, I follow the direction my gentle breeze is pointing then scoff, “Under there? You’re going to hide under my desk while I conduct business?”
Not that I needed to ask, Zephyr is already on her hands and knees, pushing my legs out of the way while she crawls under the massive piece of oak.
“See?” She whispers from between my knees. “I have plenty of room, he can’t see me from the other side. It’s totally fine.”
“Nothing about this isfine,Zephyr. I’m not going to be able to do one bloody thing with this image in my head, not to mention your scent has been driving me mad. I’ve got a goddamn erectionnowjust from looking at you positioned like that.” Trying and failing to adjust myself, I snap my teeth at my giggling mate. “If all the blood in my head rushes to my knob, I’ll probably sign any bloody thing that eejit puts in front of me and I need to know if you can live with that.”
My gentle breeze rolls her eyes as she widens my legs. “Oh stop, everything is going to be fine.”
“Bullshite,” I hiss as she leans her head against the inside of my thigh before playfully nipping at it. “You are going to pay for this later,mate, I can assure you?—”
“President Deveroux, my lord,” Declan says as the door swings open again. He gives me a look, one that probably hashim wondering what the hell is wrong with me, then motions for me to sit up.
Which I do because I don’t need this bastard thinking I’m having a conversation with my dick.
“I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” He asks as he approaches, sticking his hand out for me to shake as he looks for a chair.
A chair I don’t have or plan on providing, and I don’t get up either, I just lean forward and grip his clammy hand long enough to make my point. “Not at all. What can I do for you, Deveroux?”
He looks around again then tugs at his lapels before standing as straight as possible. “I heard that you had a spy in your ranks, someone reporting back to Drusilla, was it?”
I nod and rest my elbows on the desk, gritting my teeth as I feel my mate push my thighs open wide enough for her to fit between.
She is going to be in so much trouble.
“So your mother is alive?”
“No,” I grunt as Zephyr squeezes me through my slacks. “We were aware of the spy prior to the loss of my mate but the investigation was put on hold for obvious reasons. Handling the spy does not mean she’s alive, it simply means I’m tying up loose ends.”
Deveroux nods, the smarmy fuck relieved that I believe the bitch is dead. “I’d say I’m sorry for your loss but if she planted a spy to keep track of you, I’m not sure there’s anything to mourn.”
I shake my head and clench my jaw as my gentle breeze opens my fly, her warm hand wrapping around the base of my cock as she frees me.
So much trouble.
And I can tell she’s preventing me from getting into her head to yell at her, so clearly my mate is determined to not only listen to our conversation but quickly bring me to orgasm as well.
“Was there,” I choke out, masking it with a cough the second I feel Zephyr’s tongue move up my shaft and swirl around the sensitive tip. “Was that your reason for stopping by? Confirming the status of my late mother, or was there something else on your mind?”
The berk narrows his eyes, his entire demeanor sharpening and even with my cock currently down my mate’s throat, I am instantly on edge from the change. “There is actually, something quite alarming to be honest.”
“Mhm?” My fingers curl against the wood, my spine tingling from the way my mate hollows her cheeks while she sucks.
“I’ve heard a few rumors lately, some that make sense. Like using a decoy of the treaty to smoke out your mole.” I frown over his choice of words, which have also seemed to intrigue Zephyr because she’s slowed her pace. “That was smart since I’m sure none of your people have ever seen it before.”
