His regard snapped back in my direction, and his eyes flared red. I stood extremely still as his furious gaze ran down my body, and stopped full force on my crotch hidden behind my black pajama pants. His nostrils flared, and when he peered up at me, his fangs were slightly lowered.
He snarled, “I don’t take a druid’s sloppy seconds, so you have nothing to worry about.”
My jaw started to slacken again in embarrassed shock.
Then my blood warmed in anger, my hands curling around my mug, and I hissed, “Good. I don’t take another cunt’s sloppy seconds either.”
We eyed one another in the awkward silence, both of our eyes glowing a warm, furious blood red.
His fangs lowered to their full intimidating length, glistening in the light. “We both had business to take care of tonight. Let’s just leave it at that.”
My nostrils flared, but with his truthful words—and his attempt to defuse a slippery situation—I nodded in jerky motions. He was giving us an out, which was needed.
I flicked a finger to the side, speaking as nicely as I could, regaining my inner calm. “You said you wanted a shower. It’s over there.” I glanced up and down his frame, really taking in his apparel. “Are those all the clothes you have access to?”
The overlord snorted and took a drink straight from the bottle. It wasn’t a large one, but it was enough to make my throat burn just by watching it. He winced as he swallowed, his fangs now retracted, relaxing too. With a slight scowl marring his masculine features, he muttered, “You don’t want to know what happened to my clothes this evening. I’ll sleep naked after I shower.”
I gulped, my eyes wandering down to his crotch.
We were both crotch-ogling fools tonight.
He rocked back on his heels, a reverberating chuckle sparking from his chest. All male. Confident. “My eyes are up top, Gwen.”
My gaze snapped up to his with my head tipped back so I could hold his sexy eyes with mine. I lifted one eyebrow, not bothering to deny my actions. I kept my words blunt, the disgust only noticeable if you listened hard. “And your dick is still covered in her cum.”
Apparently, he was listening.
Lord Belshazzar sneered and turned his back to me, sauntering to my bathroom. The overlord glanced over his shoulder, grousing, “And if you ever want to have sex with me again, never ask while you have another man’s cum dripping out of your sweet cunt. I find it rather repulsive.”
My mouth bobbed, but before he slammed the bathroom door closed behind him, I growled, “I wasn’t asking for sex! I already had my fun tonight. Good, fun sex. Remember?”
Boom.
The door closed with a wobble.
I rubbed my forehead.
Perhaps I shouldn’t have said that last bit.
I tipped my drink back and finished it off.
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
Glared at the door. Set my empty mug on a table.
The water sprinkled on the tiling in the shower, loud to my sensitive ears. I moved on slow feet, my gut churning with pathetic, weak guilt. I knocked on the bathroom door, then opened it just a crack. The slap of fabric hit the floor—his only clothes, his pants—and I froze, not looking inside.
“What, Gwen?” he growled. Exasperated.
I cleared my throat, my voice raspy. “I apologize. That was wrong to say.” There. I had taken the high ground.
“Fuck off,” he snarled.
My head snapped back as he slammed the door closed. That was close. I almost got my head bashed by an extremely solid door.
Apparently, he wasn’t taking the high ground too.
I sighed, knowing he could still hear me. “Look, I am sorry. I knew it would irritate you, so I said it. I shouldn’t have.”
