“Gavriel, honey, you’re spacing out again.” A woman’s voice cut through my thoughts. It was Mrs. Petrov, a loyal member with her husband, who favored excessively strong martinis and being bent over a spanking bench while having multiple holes filled with a crowd watching. “Sorry, Mrs. Petrov,” I said, snapping back to attention. "One martini, extra dry, coming right up."
I made the drink, my hands steadier than I felt. This was getting ridiculous. Elin was driving me crazy tonight. I needed her. Needed to pull her into the back room, get on my knees, have her shove my face into her delicious pussy and ride me as I licked and sucked her to the point where there was no more control. I’d make her scream my name, then fuck her into oblivion.
It wasn’t going to happen, but fuck if that vision didn’t keep going through my mind.
"Behind you," Elin murmured as she brushed past, her hip almost grazing my arm. This time, a stray curl of her hair tickled my cheek. Another completely accidental brush, I was sure.
“Another one?” she asked a young man, her smile practiced and dazzling.
“Yes, please. And make it a double,” the man replied, grinning at her. Fire-hot possessiveness boiled up within me, and I handed Mrs. Petrov her drink but gripped the bar towel so tight, I thought about tearing it apart. Elin’s patron was leaning forward and talking to her, but I couldn’t hear anything over the thundering in my ears. I took two steps toward them when the sound of glass shattering broke through.
“Sorry, Ms. Elin.”
She smiled at the younger man slowly picking up the glass pieces of his beer glass. “It’s okay. I’ll clean it up.” Then she turned toward the man giving her entirely too much attention and said, "That's sweet, but I’m involved with someone.”
“Does he satisfy you?”
A bright smile crossed her face. “Every damn day. Now, excuse me. I have to clean up a mess.”
She turned toward me and rested her hand on my forearm. “Easy, Pretty Boy.”
Unable to stop myself, I bent down and kissed her softly. “Yes, Goddess.” She strode off, and I met the man’s gaze. He nodded and lifted his drink in salute.
Later, after we closed, she leaned against the bar, idly polishing a glass, her movements slow and deliberate.
“You know,” Elin said, finally looking at me, a playful glint in her eyes. “I could send you pictures if it would be beneficial."
“What?” I echoed, feeling my cheeks flush.
“Pictures,” she said, a smirk playing on her lips. “Your eyes have hardly left me all night. Not to mention the fact you practically pissed a circle around me when that one guy hit on me. Feeling a bit protective?” Her gaze lingered for a beat longer than necessary.
"So, you're admitting to it?" I replied, attempting a casual tone that belied the rapid thumping of my heart.
She laughed, a light, silvery sound. “Admitting to what?”
"To the . . . performance you gave tonight."
“Performance?” she repeated, her voice low. “I wasn’t on stage.”
Stepping up into her space, I muttered, “You were. Even if only I knew what you were doing, there were a lot of men’s eyes on you tonight.”
Lifting an eyebrow, she asked, “Is my pretty boy getting possessive over his Goddess?”
I clenched my jaw because she didn’t know the half of it. That night in her office, where we’d slept on the couch together, had just been the start of the realization of how deep she had her claws in me.
The Owl’s Talon hooked by a wolf.
The thought had just run through my mind when Harley walked up and grabbed a bottle of one of the local beers, popped the top off, and chugged half of it. I glanced over at Elin, and we both had questioning looks on our faces.
“Start talking, Harley.”
“Just spoke with Rojas. He gave me some information about who has been sniffing around.”
Elin’s hand touched my elbow as she jerked her head toward the door. “Go. It’s already after last call. Brandon and I can finish up.”
Turning to face her fully, I whispered, “Thank you, Goddess.”
A small smirk lifted the corner of her mouth before I leaned down and kissed her forehead. When I faced Harley again, his eyes were wider than usual as he looked between us.
