CHAPTER SEVEN
LILITH
As we enter the club,the scent of alcohol and sex invades my acute senses. I curl my lip in disgust.
“Man, is this what they meant when they said sex smells like?” Evelynn gags beside me.
“Yes. Mortal sex is always a little more repugnant,” I murmur.
My eyes scan the people here. I spot Lucian, sitting in one of his high-backed wooden chairs, surrounded by shadow, looking like the king of darkness. Ignoring everyone and everything around him, his vibrant amber eyes are fixed on Evelynn.
I nudge her with my elbow. “Er… your king is waiting for you, and he doesn’t look amused,” I whisper.
Her gaze lands on Lucian, and her lips part. In a blur, his body is millimetres from hers, his eyes dancing over her, drinking her in.
“You cut the call,” he growls, the deep, threatening vibration radiating across the room.
“I—” Evelynn begins, but her throat closes up as his fingertips trail across her exposed cleavage, up to her neck, stopping over the scar where he bit her.
“Are you forgetting who you belong to?” he asks, not letting her answer. “You are forgetting the threat that looms beyond these walls, the threat that will rip you from me,” he seethes.
I take a step back as Evelynn places her hand over his. “No one will ever take me from you,” she breathes, her infatuated gaze fusing with his.
Time to leave them to it. In five seconds, they’ll be fucking.
“I need a drink.”
No sooner have the words left my mouth than a bottle is held in front of my face.
“It’s the only way to survive their adoration for one another. I find myself becoming nauseous witnessing it,” Cain mutters.
I smirk and take the bottle from him, downing the last of the contents.
“I needed that,” I sigh.
“Fuck, good job I have another bottle,” he smirks. “I was going to drink alone like a depressive alcoholic on the roof. Care to join me?”
I grin. “That is the single best offer I’ve ever had.”
“Ladies first.” He gestures.
My smile widens. Could I fuck Cain? Just one night. He’s certainly good-looking; his long dark hair, the stubble, those blood-red eyes.
I make my way onto the roof and take a seat, my gaze roaming over Cain as he takes a seat next to me. And he’s built.
“You going to keep eye-fucking me all night?” he asks, a playful tone in his voice.
I snatch the bottle from him. “That depends on how strong this blood is,” I quip before taking a long swig. I cough. “Shit. That burns,” I wheeze.
He takes the bottle back and drinks, clearing his throat afterwards. “We hit a rehab place,” he smirks.
“Surely they would be clean?” I frown.
He smirks. “We may have been secretly supplying them. Hiding bottles of bourbon around the facility at night.”
My mouth drops in shock. “That’s so cruel.”
“Hey, if they wanted to quit, they could refuse it. Not like we’re forcing them to drink it,” he shrugs.
