“Red,” I whisper, and Loch halts, his fingers pinching my nipple.
“What’s wrong?” he huffs, aroused.
“Quick.” I tug at my wrists. “Untie me now.”
“Alena, what?—”
“Shh, it’s my dad and godfather. And shit, it’s my pastor too. They’re here.”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
LOCH
I lovemy brothers so much, I hate their asses sometimes. They take cock-blocking to an ungodly level because mine’s pent-up and in pain.
I groan, leaning against the kitchen countertop in my brother’s kitchen, drinking his coffee while I watch Sire make Mutt sit for a piece of rotisserie chicken.
I grumble, “Y’all are dickheads, you know that, right?”
Sire chuckles. “Not my fault that you have a death wish. You’re lucky Nash didn’t bust you Domming his daughter. Damn, your big dick is dumb.”
I roll my eyes. He’s not wrong. “You were supposed to be on your way to Georgia.”
He rewards Mutt’s obedience, feeding him. “You’re supposed to know better than to get your kink on with another king’s daughter.”
“You told me to woo her!”
“Woo her.” Sire grabs his steaming mug from the island. “Not strap her to an orgasm tower until she squirts on your face.”
We didn’t make it that far, but damn, I was getting Alenathere. She was so fucking wet for me. I can make her do it; my brother knows I can.
Instead, I unstrapped her and rushed her out of the club. One of the bouncers gave me a trench coat that a guest had left behind. I wrapped Alena in it and drove her home to her father’s house.
Nash’s house.
Like we were teenagers, late for curfew because we’d been finger banging in my truck. Not grown adults, finally connecting and getting our kink on. Goddamn, I’ve wanted Alena for so long, this is bullshit.
“I’m telling Nash I love her.”
Sire laughs. “For the anger of men does not produce the righteousness of God.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“Nash will kill you.”
“Why? He has no right. Alena’s an adult. She can fall in love with whoever she wants.”
He grins, skating right past my rage. “Shelovesyou already?”
“Fuck yes, it’s starting to feel like it. It’s like we’re meant to be together, then destined to be torn apart. But if I tell Nash, maybe we’ll have a chance.”
He grins. “Maybe you don’t like breathing.”
“You’re confusing the shit out of me.” I grab my hair. “Are you telling me to go for it with Alena or back off?”
He walks my way, cupping my shoulder. “I’m being honest with you, that’s all. You love Alena, but so does Nash. And we all know we’re targets forhim. It’s a matter of time before he finds us. It’ll be soon, I fear. Nash knows it, and so do you.”
Him.
