“You better not push her into anything before she’s ready!” he hissed. “She’s innocent!”
My brain processed his words. No male had been inside her pussy yet? How was that even possible? My face must have registered my surprise.
“The witch was raised on an isolated farm and protected from the world. Hell, she doesn’t even have a fucking phone.” The shifter gritted his teeth in annoyance. “I’ve bought one for her but not had a chance to give it to her yet. It’s tricky with my being a teacher. Untilwe’re officially mated, I can’t act as I want to around her while in public.”
Poor love-sick bear. I smirked. Luckily, the same rules did not apply to me. And because I was an asshole, I made him an offer he couldn’t refuse.
“Give me the phone, and I’ll make sure she gets it tonight.”
His eyes narrowed in suspicion. “You will?”
“Of course. We need to work together to keep her safe, and a phone is useful.”
He seemed surprised I was being so reasonable. No doubt he’d heard the rumors about me and my father, and like everyone else in this fucking place, he assumed I was a deranged psychopath one step away from a murderous meltdown.
I mean, he wasn’t wrong, but most of the beings I sent into the afterlife deserved it.
“Okay, fine.” He pulled a brand-new smartphone from his pocket. “It’s set up with the school’s apps and stuff.” No doubt he’d added his number to the contacts, but I’d look before I handed it over. And install some neat little tools of my own, like a tracker she’d never find.
“I’ll get it to her later. Just need to clean up first.”
The bear scanned me and frowned. “Why do you stink of sulfur?”
“Bye, care bear!” I blew him a kiss before I vanished.
25
Alaric
The pink-haired witch scraped her purple nails down my chest and pouted. All around us, music pulsed, and from my seat on a red sofa, I saw Arron with his hand down some shifter girl’s pants. Good to know at least one of us was getting laid tonight.
My cock had refused point blank to join the party, even though the witch was exactly the sort of brain-dead bimbo I typically went for.
The witch frowned in consternation when her fingers scraped over my soft cock. It wasn’t the result she’d expected after rubbing her tits all over me and whispering about how she wanted to suck me down like a siren.
I guessed she’d not met a siren. The one and only time I’d gone there, the night my father took me to a sex club on my sixteenth birthday, the experience hadn’t been fun at all. Under instructions from my father, the siren had hypnotized me with her song and fucked me for hours.
As far as my father was concerned, it was another box ticked off his ‘dutiful father’ list.
“I can cast an ever-hard spell if you like?” the witch suggested before screaming when I used my magic to hurl her to the floor.
“I don’t need a fucking spell to get me hard,” I sneered. “Just a female who doesn’t repulse me.” The witch flushed bright red and burst into sobs as she cowered at my feet. A nicer male would have felt guilty for embarrassing her in front of her peers, but that male wasn’t me.
Ignoring the annoyed look Arron shot me, I stalked over to the bar for another glass of shifter moonshine.
The mountain lion shifter manning the bar glared at me. “Get lost. You’re killing the party vibe.”
Someone turned up the music a notch to drown out the sobbing witch surrounded by her friends while the party continued.
“Nobody cares,” I told the shifter, rolling my eyes. “Just give me a fucking drink.”
“No.” He stood his ground while flexing his muscles. Under different circumstances, I’d have rained hell down on the party, but I couldn’t summon the energy needed to blast the stupid shifter with a bolt of lightning. “She doesn’t deserve such shoddy treatment, so leave now before I make you.” His gaze slid over to the witch and lingered. Oh, I saw how it was: the shifter liked the witch, and he was pissed I’d upset her.
“Whatever,” I said with an eye roll before swiping an open bottle from the bar. “I’m out of here.” I took my stolen booze and headed back to our apartment, where I could drink myself into a coma without being hassled by horny witches.
Only, when I walked in, I found my father waiting on our sofa with a scowl on his face.
“Oh hello, father dearest.” I stumbled over one of Arron’s sneakers and cursed. Father’s lip curled in disgust at seeing how drunk I was.
