“No more,” Lucian orders.
I turn to the side to look at him. “I can make my own decisions about how much alcohol I drink,” I snap.
Diesel moves to take my glass. My gaze snaps to him.
“Leave it and pour me another,” I demand.
He pauses, glancing between Lucian and me, then clearly decides that dealing with a pissed-off me is easier than dealing with a pissed-off Lucian.
My furious gaze snaps back to Lucian, who is looking down at me with nothing but amusement.
“I’m glad you find this funny. Excuse me for wanting to make my own decisions aboutsomethingwhile I’m being held prisoner,” I hiss, quietly enough that I’m sure no one else will hear.
Cain’s eyes flicker to me. Okay, well, quiet enough that nohumanwill hear.
“I mean, is it really that bad to allow me to drink and have a good time?” I sigh, stepping out of Lucian’s touch. “This was a mistake. You enjoy the party. I’m just going to go to sleep in the cell.”
I mentally chastise myself for yet again getting swept up in the moment. This whole world—everything—is insane. My life has been flipped on its axis in what, a matter of weeks? Months? Idon’t even know how long I’ve been here anymore.
My hand is grabbed, and I’m yanked back, spinning on my heel and slamming into Lucian’s chest. His firm hold is still on my hand, now twisted behind my back, keeping me locked against him.
He glares down at me, his top lip curling in a snarl, revealing the monster he keeps hidden.
“Let me go,” I seethe through gritted teeth.
“The rule was you were to stay by my side. You go when I say you can go,” he whispers in a low, threatening growl. The music and laughter around us seem like a distant sound.
“What, you going to kill me? Bite me? Just do it already,” I bite back, the tequila giving me the balls to say what I’ve kept bottled up for a while. “You either want me, or you don’t. Just stop toying with me.”
He smirks. “But toying with you is half the fun.”
He lifts his free hand and threads his fingers through my hair. Gripping it tight, he yanks my head back. I gasp in surprise, my heart beating with fear and, if I dared admit it, want.
He runs his tongue slowly up my neck, my entire body shuddering. His lips lightly caress my earlobe.
“I can hear your heart beating faster every time I touch you. I can smell your arousal pooling betweenyour legs, coating the tops of your thighs,” he whispers in my ear, his teeth grazing my skin. “Every time your mouth says no, every time you fight me, I can hear and smell just how much you want me.”
He pulls back slightly, his eyes searching mine. His raw, devouring gaze sears into me before he presses his mouth to mine.
The kiss is demanding and dominant. I don’t fight it.
He’s right. I want him.
The moment he feels me relent, a deep, possessive growl vibrates from his chest. He deepens the kiss, his tongue commanding mine.
“Oh, Lucian, it’s not like you to toy with our food before you eat it,” a velvety voice interrupts.
Lucian immediately breaks the kiss and shoves me behind him so forcefully I stumble, nearly falling.
“Seraphine,” Lucian greets.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
LUCIAN
I usemy body as a shield, standing between Evelynn and Seraphine, feeling Talon, Cain, and Silas flank my sides, concealing Evelynn further from Seraphine’s view.
Her gaze flickers over us, assessing. Her ice-cold eyes miss nothing, a devilish smile playing on her lips.
