I’d walked past him to get in here when I’d felt Leighton’s distress, but I’d tried to ignore him. His behaviour made me nervous in a way Ambrose’s didn’t, and I didn’t like how he looked at Leighton. He liked her. Ambrose was one too many people for her to be sleeping with, so I wasn’t about to let Dash have her too.
Ambrose got a pass since I’d stabbed him.
“The door was open,” I whispered.
Dash could probably hear me anyway, even though I was talking to Leighton. With how heavy his arousal was, I bet he’d heard every whisper out of my mouth since Leighton had started touching me.
My mate’s eyes flashed with feral glee, a smirk tilting her lips. “Was it?” she asked, grabbing the door and readying to swing it closed. “What a shame.”
She slammed it shut, the sound like a gunshot and the wall shaking.
“How horrible of me to taunt him with everything he’ll never be able to have,” she said under her breath.
I tried to temper my arousal, which was already rising again.
Leighton had known the whole time that Dash was privy to everything. She hadn’t closed the door because this was a claim on me.
“He’ll never have you either, right?” I asked.
She looked at me with a lifted eyebrow, handing me my knife. I sat up and clenched it close to my chest. “He doesn’t want me, but no. Dash is the last person I’d ever sleep with.”
There was a hint of hesitance, but she was confident enough that I relaxed.
Leighton was mine.
A vision flashed through my head—Leighton between my legs with Dash behind her, Ambrose holding me from behind—but I shoved it out so fast I almost gave myself whiplash.
She was mine alone, and I was hers. After all, we were bonded now.
“Can you sit there for a couple of minutes while I return some calls? Then I can wrap your feet again.”
I nodded, moving to grab the towel that I’d dropped onto the floor. She growled and I froze, peering up at her.
“No, dove. I want you naked while I make my calls. You’re too stunning to cover up. It would be like putting a burlap sack over a piece of art. Unacceptable.”
Flushing, I sat back on my ass and fiddled with Nyla. Leighton’s gaze burned into me and I tried to ignore it, but the longer she looked, her voice sharp with her clients, the hotter I got. From the way she smirked when I squirmed, I had to assume that was the entire point.
As long as I got another orgasm out of this, I couldn’t argue.
FOURTEEN
MERCURY
There were very few things that could panic me, but Ambrose being unreachable and furious was one of them.
I knew more about his history than anyone. He’d told me things as we’d laid side by side in bed—back when we still did that, before we’d put a stop to it. The only thing that played with his emotions enough to cause an angry aura flare like that were the memories of that night.
“What do you fucking mean you haven’t heard from him?” I snapped. “He practically lives at The Pointe Lounge. When was the last time he was there?”
“Sir, we can’t disclose information like that about our guests.”
The woman’s voice trembled. I wished I was there in person. Maybe if I barked a command, she would forget their privacy policy long enough to just tell me what I needed to know.
“He’s my packmate,” I growled. “And he’s missing. What do you not understand? Tell me when he was last there and tell me the names of any women he’s had with him.”
“I’m going to get a manager.”
The line clicked, and hold music started playing. I thoughtshewas a manager. That was what the first man had said. Apparently they needed the manager of the manager to deal with me, but I didn’t have time to wait. If the lounge was a dead end, I needed a new lead.
