Page 23 of Mafia Prince (Paranormal Delights 1)
Great, they were all against him. Before he could say anything to defend himself, there was a crash and a shout that made Porter jump up. Foi turned toward the direction the noise came from as Cy pushed a customer back.
"I'm not your personal fucking whore, regardless of what I am," Cy's spat, his voice full of venom.
Arden was already halfway across the floor and Cy didn’t look any happier to see him. Porter took a step away from Foi and he gripped the human's arm, halting him instantly.
"What do you think you can do right now?" Foi asked.
A determined look came over Porter's face but just as quickly as it had appeared it dissipated. "I don't know.” Porter glanced over toward the commotion once more and an angry look came over his face. “Isn't this normal anyway? Cy flirts so hard and does his thing that makes people desire him and woozy. Then, when he takes it back, what does he exp—"
Jaygen's hand shot out so fast that Foi hadn't been able to track it. He wrapped his hand around Porter's throat. “Stop talking this second," Jaygen said so calmly that even Foi wanted to take a step back from him.
If Foi felt the danger from Jaygen, he knew all too well Porter had felt it as well.
Jaygen leaned forward, his face mere centimeters from Porter’s. "I have allowed a lot of things from you, but get something into your pretty little head. This is our world, not yours. Here you are prey and nothing more. You will not come into this bar and place your closed-off beliefs on our shoulders."
Porter's eyes were wide, but where Foi expected to smell only fear, the overwhelming scent of desire was there too. He knew Jaygen smelled it too, but the feline shifter didn't let it show that he noticed.
He flexed his slender fingers around Porter's throat and pulled him tight against his body. Foi moved with them, not willing to let go but at the same time not sure how to intervene.
"Cy has been in a shit mood since he left your room earlier. I don't know what happened and I don't give a fuck for any excuses. But you better get your shit together. Do I make myself clear?" Jaygen growled in a whisper.
Porter slightly nodded his head at least as much as Jaygen’s grip allowed.
Jaygen lowered his head just a little more until their lips practically touched. "Now be a good boy and get back to work. Make sure you listen to the damn mutt."
Jaygen's blue eyes found Foi instantly and there was a demand there that made Foi want to rebel but Jaygen was walking away before he could.Damn cat always pushing his control around. He wasn't the fucking boss.
They both stood there for a moment watching Jaygen walk away and head toward Arden and Cyrus. The timer went off and Foi pushed himself back into the work mindset.
"Come on, Pretty. Go get the next set of clients," Foi said, pinching Porter's thigh and pulling him from his thoughts.
Porter yelped and rubbed his thigh. Foi licked his lips. He wanted to try biting them next.
"Mr. Wolf, don't even think about it," Porter said with a smirk on his face.
It didn’t quite reach his eyes but he was trying. Good. Customers came for an illusion, not reality. It was their job as hosts to continue the illusion even when it was broken. Porter waggled his finger in front of Foi's face. He should just bite him just to see Porter's reaction.
Porter’s neck was red and there would no doubt be a handprint tomorrow on his slender throat. The image had Foi needing to adjust himself and his wolf taking notice. It wasn’t fair that the tiger shifter got to mark Porter even if it wasn’t intentional.
"Get to work, toots," Foi said, taking his seat once more.
Porter bent over no doubt giving the entire bar a glimpse at the lacy panties he was wearing. Foi growled and the smile that graced Porter's face let him know the sassy human knew exactly what he was doing.
“Yes sir, Mr. Wolf.”
"Get. Upstairs. Now."Arden's deep, gravelly voice that usually stirred Cyrus only pissed him off more. "You're drunk and you know the rules.”
"I'm not drunk," Cyrus snapped as they stood beside the stairs where Arden had dragged him.
Arden looked him up and down and the expression on his face made Cyrus want to curl up and hide in a hole. The anger was bad enough, but what he saw in the dragon’s eyes felt more like pity. And he didn't want that shit directed at him.
"Go upstairs and rest. I'll shuffle your appointments around and apologize in the meantime. Everyone is here. I'm sure someone can handle more clients."
Cyrus crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm fine, Arden. Let me work."
"No."
The word held such finality, Cyrus knew that he wasn't going to be able to change his mind. When Arden put his foot down, that was the end of that. Jaygen made his way to them with concern showing on his face. "Take Cyrus upstairs, Jaygen," Arden said.
