She lifted her head slowly, her eyes searching mine. “National security?”
I felt the beast surge immediately. The interruption. The intrusion. The scent of another male outside the door while my mate lay half-undressed beneath my hands.
A low sound rumbled from my chest before I could stop it. “I will kill him.”
Tori pressed her palms flat against my chest, pushing gently but firmly. “Egon. Manners. You can’t just go around threatening to murder people.”
Her voice bubbled with laughter. The breathless edge of desire had faded, replaced by something wilder. But behind the humor with me was something that made my beast pace. Rage. Fight to come out.
Concern. Worry. Anxiety. Her next words confirmed it.
“What if it’s about Derek?” she continued quietly. “What if something happened?”
The name cut through the haze. My instincts snarled in protest, but reason forced its way back in.
Derek. The dead man. The threat had not vanished simply because I had momentarily forgotten the human while in Tori’s arms.
I exhaled slowly, forcing the beast back beneath the surface. My hands shook slightly as I straightened my shirt. I’d made a call. Warlord Bahre and the others were tracking him down so I could take care of the threat. End him.
We were not human. We would not follow human laws. The few friends I had here, on Earth, agreed and were more than happy to assist.
Unfortunately, the sneaky human male had evaded their searches. It was as if, after his visit to threaten Tori, he had simply vanished into thin air. Disappeared.
Tori moved quickly beside me, fingers fumbling with the buttons of the dress I had just removed from her soft fucking body.
Now she fastened them again, smoothing the fabric over flushed skin. The scent of her clung to the air. Hot wet. Ready. The sweet aroma of her pussy drove me mad. Warm. Sweet. Dangerous to my control.
Fuck these humans and their bad timing. My hard cock insisted I send them away and finish what we started.
Kill them. Fuck mate. Taste Pussy. Now. My beast was in no better humor about the interruption than I.
I stalked toward the door. Every step carried the promise of violence. The moment the lock clicked open, I yanked the door wide.
Chet stood in the hallway. His gold-spiked hair gleamed like polished metal, as usual. But something in his expression was different. More severe.
No feather boa. No dramatic cape. No sequins exploding from every surface. Just a pair of jeans and a plain brown button-down shirt. No theater make-up. A seriousness in his gaze I had never seen before.
Two humans stood behind him. A male and a female. Dark suits. Hard expressions. The unmistakable scents of gun oil and impatience clung to them.
Sometimes I hated the hint of Hyperion blood that made me just a little different than most Atlan Warlords. Times like this, it was an advantage. Not all beasts’ senses were as attuned as mine.
The female stepped forward. “May we come in?” Her tone made it clear she did not expect resistance.
“No,” I answered immediately.
“Yes,” Tori said at the same moment. She appeared at my side, her hand sliding into mine. The simple contact steadied me. “Please,” she added gently.
The idiot humans, I was sure, believed that one word was an invitation to them. I knew the truth. It was a plea to me and my beast.
Fuck.
I stepped back. Not because I trusted them. But because my mate had asked. And if they so much as glared at my mate, I would rip them in half.
The male and female I did not know entered first.
I positioned myself automatically between them and Tori, every instinct alert. The beast paced restlessly beneath my skin, displeased with strangers entering our space. Armed strangers.
If their primitive human weapons appeared in their hands, they would be dead before they could blink.
