“I think the time for you to help with what I needed has passed, Salvador.” His eyes drop to the floor again. It might have been a low blow, but it’s the truth—I shouldn’t have been kept in the dark for so long.
I tear out of the clubhouse just as fast as I stormed in. I can’t be in there anymore, or I really will break someone’s neck. Modeus is on my heels again. “What do you want?” I snap out when it seems like he’s going to keep following me.
“I’m not leaving you alone,” he states with his chin raised. I think it’s the one time I’ve seen him being defiant.
“I can protect myself,” I bite out.
“I don’t doubt that.”
“Then why the fuck won’t you leave me alone?” I throw my leg over my bike.
Modeus does the same and fires up his ride. “I just can’t.” He doesn’t meet my eyes.
“I was seconds away from killing my… Harlow’s most trusted ally. I’m not in the mood for a shadow, even one as pretty as you.”
Modeus doesn’t turn his head, but his eyes catch mine, and I watch the corner of his mouth curl up, as if me calling him pretty absolutely delighted him. “I’ll risk it.” He runs his top teeth over his bottom lip in an effort to hide his smile. It should piss me off, considering I’m already livid, but my stomach does a funny flip, betraying me.
“I’m going home.” I can’t explain why I want to kill everyone else that crosses my path except for him. He probably has some sort of built-in immunity. Fucking Prince of Lust.
“Okay,” he agrees like it was a damn invitation. I’m honestly flabbergasted, and I don’t know how to respond, so I pick my feet up and twist the throttle. I’ll get rid of him when I get home.
As if he knows I’m hanging on by a thread, Modeus stays back a full car length and gives me a little breathing room. The short ride to my house takes about fifteen minutes. If he thinks it’s strange that I pull into an alley behind an old church, he doesn’t show it as he glides in behind me.
“Thanks for the escort,” I say flippantly, even though I am grateful for his presence today.
“You’re welcome.” My snark either goes over his head or he ignores it. I think it’s the latter.
“As you can see, I’m good now. I’m not going to murder anyone.” I unlock the old padlock and chain holding my garage doors closed.
“Not my concern, but good to know.” He tugs open one door while I pull open the other.
“Don’t you need to get home to your basher?” It’s a reminder for me and him.
“Bashert,” he corrects and avoids answering. Even my stare doesn’t prompt him to reply.
“You’re just going to sit on my back porch like some sort of creep?”
“If I need to.” He shrugs with the quick comeback.
“What if I invited you in?” I change tactics, making sure he sees me run my eyes over his body from head to toe. There’s no way he could misinterpret the suggestive leer I’m giving him.
“Yes please.” It may seem like a simple reply, but a demon, a high demon, saying please is a big fucking deal.
“And your mate, she wouldn’t mind?” I ask as Modeus brings his bike into my garage and parks it next to mine.
“She won’t mind.”
I scoff. If that’s what he’s telling himself, he’s delusional. “Listen, for some reason, I don’t want to kill you or ruin your life, so I’m going to give it to you straight. I’m in a fucked up place, and I would like nothing more than to forget everything for a while. If you come in, I’m going to use you for a distraction, mate or not. I’m not the one who will have to deal with the fallout.”
“Yes.” His voice is guttural, and his milky blue eyes are damn near glowing. I should feel bad, and maybe I will tomorrow, but right now, I just don’t want to hurt anymore.
Using one hand on the seat, I hop over my bike and land right in front of him. Modeus is standing so still, I’m not even sure he’s breathing, but his eyes are blazing with desire as he stares down at me. “When you hate me later, remember I gave you an out.”
Modeus
After Lore’s whispered words,she throws herself at me, locking her arms around my neck and climbing up my body. I’m too stunned to move at first, too afraid to disrupt this perfect moment for fear of waking up, but then her lips touch mine and I wrap my arms around her so tight, she huffs hard, blowing her breath over my lips and chin.
My hands are on her ass, cupping and squeezing. The leather she’s wearing is warm, but I know she’ll be even hotter once I get them off. I drop my mouth to hers, unable to wait a second longer.
