I think I would prefer it to be Gray. Who knows, if I treat him well enough, he may do it kindly in the end.
I can’t believe I’m standing in a kitchen in the presence of the Grand Master of the paranormal Council. All my life I’ve done my best to fly under their radar, and here I am, in front of Silas Darkstar himself. All because I’m too weak to walk away from Gray.
I’m standing unobtrusively at the back, so hopefully I won’t be noticed. Silas has far more important things on his mind than being curious about me. He is here to find out what the kelpies are up to and why they kidnapped Lello.
Would have been nice if the Council had cared enough to help get Lello back. But perhaps that is just my dislike of authority speaking. Carter did say something about Silas signing a truce with the kelpies to end the civil war that happened when he first took over.
Is that why he is here now? He is concerned that the kelpies are planning an insurrection?
I run my gaze over the Grand Master, but I can’t tell a thing. He hides his intentions well. As all good leaders do.
He is a small and slender wolf shifter omega, but his necromancy power zings. He is incredibly powerful. With both necromancy and dark magic. He is stronger than even the rumors say. Far more formidable than he lets on. But I can see things most people cannot, and I can see this. It is very interesting.
And that is not the only thing that is interesting about Silas Darkstar. He is also incredibly beautiful. Young, slender, pretty. All pale skin, dark eyes and long dark hair. Cheekbones to die for. The billionaire bastard would have loved to have had him in his harem.
So why isn’t he doing it for me? Small, dark haired and immensely powerful seems to be my catnip at the moment. But I’m staring right at him and my dick is completely disinterested.
Does he have an anti-boner spell over him? Has Gray done something to me? What the hell is going on? I don’t like this at all.
Silas’s dark eyes rake over me. I see a flash of disapproval before he looks away, dismissing me. My heart thuds. I’m being ridiculous. I’m sure that was over my assessing his fuckability and nothing to do with him figuring out what I am. Nobody ever sees that. And it is buried under a shit ton of wards.
I count to five silently and then curse under my breath. Damn it! I can’t resist the urge to check my wards. A quick scan tells me they are fine. I panicked over nothing.
Fuck Silas Darkstar for unnerving me like that! Well, apparently fucking is not on the menu because my cock is broken. Shit.
Okay, imagine fucking Gray. Remember how he feels, how he sounds when I am filling him with pleasure. My cock twitches and stirs. Thank fuck for that. It’s not broken. It just seems to belong to Gray now. I should put a little collar on it and give the leash to the little incubus.
I grimace and try to pull myself together. Gray is acting saner than me right now. He is standing next to me. Perfectly calm. I can’t be the one to fall apart. I’m sure everything is fine. This is just a temporary glitch.
Silas gives Gray the briefest of looks and my heart goes crazy again. My mouth has gone dry and my tongue is sticking to the roof of my mouth. I really need to stop overreacting like this.
But I am pretty sure Silas just clocked how powerful Gray is. Great, just fucking great. Now the Council are going to be keeping tabs on us. Just what I need. Along with a limp dick.
Okay, I really need to stop with the self-pity party, pull my head out of my ass and pay attention to what everyone is talking about. Silas wanted to meet with Lello, Carter. Ned, Jade and Gray. They are all here, with Red and I as hangers on. I can’t protect Grayif I don’t know what is going on. What if Silas wants to know more than merely how Gray defeated the kelpies? This is far more important than my libido problems.
Ned is giving a report. As I listen, my blood runs cold. Shit, this doesn’t sound good at all. Those crazy motherfucking kelpies wanted to sacrifice Lello in order to open a portal to the fey realm and presumably allow fey back into the world.
Are they insane? Do they not have history books? Fey are nasty pieces of work. I really do not understand why anyone would want them to come back.
I sigh heavily. The same old culprits, I suspect. Greed. Money. The lust for power. At the end of the day, the motives don’t really matter. The kelpies are crazy enough to do it. Fuck.
Wait a minute. A cold trickle of unease dances down my spine. Why do I give a shit? I don’t care what happens to this world. I can avoid any attention from the fey. If they conquer the world, it won’t affect me.
Am I worried about Gray? I look down at him standing quietly beside me. No, that’s not it. I can protect him and keep him safe. And hopefully soon he will be well enough to defend himself.
So what the hell is wrong with me? My dick is broken and I’m caring about shit? That’s not me at all. I’m a selfish asshole. I don’t care about anything or anyone. My only desire is to have an interesting, pleasure filled life. I only took Gray on as a job because it paid well and was only supposed to take a weekend.
Bringing a damaged incubus back into his mind was not supposed to be life changing. It certainly was not supposed to change me.
What has happened? What’s gone wrong?
And how do I make it stop?
Chapter thirteen
Gray
Mal is ignoring me again. He is just sitting there, scowling at his phone. He has been grumpy since the meeting with Silas Darkstar, even though nothing happened.
