Shane swallowed hard and glanced at me. My eyes met his, and electricity fired in my blood at that contact. I stayed in my relaxed pose, yet rage was visible in my changed bone structure and eyes. He answered my possessive and heated glare with one of his own, his wolf shining through.
Connor growled but made an effort to relax his shoulders. “So, what are you going to do, Shane? Return to Jasper’s fold and live as a rogue alpha?”
Around us, our guards subtly moved back. Not relaxed, but de-escalating the tension and threat.
“No, I’m part of the Count’s House, so I will continue to work here for him and find a new way to exist in his world.”
Silence fell. Selina looked sad, but she didn’t argue.
“If you’re sure that’s what you want, then we’ll leave. We just wanted you to know you still have a place with us.”
Connor’s nostrils flared, but he grunted his agreement. I nodded slightly to Dav, who gestured for the other guards who had moved closer to melt back into the shadows.
“And even if you no longer want it, then know that we will always be here for you if you need anything. Anything at all. You understand?” Connor sounded resolute and sincere, which I could tell left Shane feeling relieved and grateful. His face andbody relaxed, and he smiled, nodding his thanks at Connor. “I understand.”
Connor tilted his head at his entourage. “Time to go. I hope this hasn’t upset our alliance, Count?”
I unfolded myself from the leather seat and gave my most diplomatic smile. “Not at all. I understand the Shadow Sentinels are working closely with Walker and B’nar to close any Hell rifts that appear, and that gives me more time to hunt down the vampires that threaten us all. I remain forever grateful for your help with any Blood Lust virus breakouts. It serves the interests of all who live on Earth for us to continue our good working relationship.”
Connor gave me a nod. “It does.” He turned to Shane. “No matter who you follow, I’m glad you made it through, Shane.”
Shane nodded and smiled before Selina pulled him off to one side. With all the music pounding, I didn’t catch what she said, but Shane gave a grin and nodded before he hugged her, and she ran over to where Owen waited. Owen nodded at Shane, as did D, before they all made their way from the club.
In the blink of an eye, I was in front of Shane. “My office, now.” Someone had tried to take him from me, and, even though it was irrational considering my future plans, I needed to mark them. Both of them. We were joined in ways even I didn’t yet understand. And the thought of losing a part of our trifecta scared me more than anything had in my long, long life.
His eyes widened at my gruff tone before he smirked and leaned forward until his lips were next to my ear. “Yes, Master.” His warm breath sent a wave of lust right to my heavy balls. Before he was halfway across the packed floor, I was next to Sorcha. She jumped slightly, dropping the glass she held. With a smile, I caught it and handed it to the nearest bar staff. “You. Serve her customers.”
With a hurried nod, the young vamp took the glass and did as I said.
Leaning forward, just as Shane had done to me, I let my lips brush the shell of her ear, biting back a curse at her responding shiver. I wanted her, and I wanted him. It was a fire burning in my soul that would eventually incinerate me. Only, when I was with them, it was the closest thing to happiness I’d felt in a very long time, and I was too selfish not to give in to it. Destiny could wait. “I need to fuck you both. Right now.”
She gave a sharp intake of breath, her face flushing.
“Do you want that?”
She dragged her bottom lip between her teeth, an unconscious gesture that was so fucking sexy. I kissed her right there at the bar, unable to wait a second longer to taste her. Fuck danger, I’d murder anyone who came after her. She moaned into my mouth, but, aware of the attention we were getting, I pulled back. Taking her hand in mine, I ushered Sor into my office behind Shane.
The door clicked shut, and I locked it. Being disturbed wasn’t an option. The air heated as we stared at each other, the scent of lust burning my nostrils and heating my blood.
18
Sorcha
My knees wentweak at the desire on their faces. Lord, they were so sexy, staring like they wanted to devour each other and me. The raw need on their faces only made this impromptu liaison hotter.
“You belong to my House, Shane. That’s what you said.”
The way Bal said those words was a statement; a smug one, judging the quirk of his lips and the heat in his eyes. I glanced at Shane, whose chest heaved up and down.
“I did.”
“Good. Then you belong to me.”
Shane swallowed hard, and he stared right at me. My stomach tripped over itself, my heart racing.
“Not just you. I am Sor’s, too.”
Bal turned and looked at me. I had to lock my knees. When they both had their attention aimed my way, it made me so hot, I thought I’d end up as a puddle of goo at their feet. They were such god-like creatures, and I had no idea what they saw in me.
