Page 18 of Dragon's Desire

When he stepped closer to her personal space, she didn't step away. He didn't know how aware of it she was, especially when she closed the distance even more. They were almost shoulder to shoulder now. He could have easily put his arm around her but didn't. That would be too obvious, and her shields would go up again.

They didn't need the warehouse number to find it. The music was so loud that the building practically vibrated on the bass notes. When they stepped in, they had to push their way through the crowd. Peter grabbed her arm, and she jerked it away. He grabbed her again and pointed to a ladder in the far corner. It led to a catwalk up above, and it seemed like security was keeping people off of it.

A short, stocky, but powerfully built guy gave him a very practiced fuck off look when they got there. Then he shifted into wereform. He must have had some very good custom-made clothes because there was no busting at the seams for him. Or maybe he just bought everything a size or three bigger.

Either way, it didn't matter because now standing in front of them was a werebear whose look had gone from fuck off to fuck around and find out.

Kiercy and Peter both flashed their badges. It looked for a second like the bouncer was going to object, but then he stepped out of the way and started shifting back into human form.

Peter gestured for her to go first, and she stepped up onto the first rung, put her foot on the second, and then paused. Her eyes narrowed at him. Her fuck off look put the security guard's attempt at a staredown to shame. A lesser man might have withered under it, but Peter just smiled right back at her.

She stepped back down and gestured for him to go up first. Damn, he thought. He was hoping for a nice view of her ass on the way up. He thought about trying to play dumb or waiting, just to see who would break first. How long could she wait here until she moved?

But he figured they did have some work to do, so now wasn't the time to delay. They did need to prepare for a crazy fucking warlock looking to turn everyone in here into a bunch of babbling idiots. So, he climbed up first with her a few rungs below him. When he reached the top, he turned around and offered her his hand.

She stared at him suspiciously for a moment but eventually took it, and he pulled her up. Once she was standing, she pulled her hand away like she'd been bitten. He laughed, turned around, and walked along the catwalk.

She followed him to the corner of the elevated path, where they could easily see most of everything. They had a few blind spots, and he almost suggested splitting up. However, there was still some preparation that would be so much easier and better to do together before the covered different vantage points.

From his pack, he pulled out two witch bottles. He laid a hand on her shoulder, and she pushed his arm off. He pointed to his lips and then pointed to his ear. She must have gotten what he meant because she just turned her ear to him and then leaned closer. He didn't shout. Instead, he brought his mouth so close his lips brushed her ear when he said, "These are witch bottles. They are our best bet to not get our brains scrambled by the Totem."

Then the music suddenly dropped a few decibels as it started into some song with a slowly but steadily increasing volume.

She pulled back quickly and just barely shouting over the music, "Yeah, I heard of them. Aren't you supposed to piss in them? If you had them, why didn't we fill them back at HQ?"

"Not to give away too many witch hunter secrets, but they only last so long, especially when you get whammied by magic. It's better to have them ready when it's closer to go time."

"Fine, I guess I'll go over there and try to pee into it. You know that's a lot more difficult for women, right? Your ancestors couldn't have made the openings a little wider."

"There is another option, a more potent option," he said.

She quirked an eyebrow at him. Then the bass dropped, and the music was just as loud as it had been when they first got here. This time she didn't hesitate. She leaned towards him, wanting to hear what he had to say.

He could have told her how powerful they were, filled with blood. You could ward off just about anything with that. But while they didn't need to be full, there was a balancing act there. The amount of blood required would take a while to extract if you bled slowly. But if you filled them quickly, you had to open up a good-sized wound, and going into a fight already bleeding put you at a disadvantage.

But there did exist a pleasant middle ground between bleeding or pissing into one of them.

"They're more powerful when you fill them with your cum."

She shoved him away, but he could smell it on her. If her panties weren't soaked yet, they were on their way. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in. Even with the incessantly thumping music, he could hear her heart rate quicken. The sweaty bodies below did nothing to dull the taste of her arousal in the air around them.

He smashed his lips against hers. And for the briefest moment, she melted into him. She was definitely into it before her body tensed, and she pulled away.

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KIERCY

Kiercy could have murdered him then. Maybe not during the first second of the kiss. At that first second, her body was on fire, and she was ready to go. But then, when she realized what was happening, she pulled away and slapped him hard across the face.

The impact left her hands stinging, and she was pretty sure that he would have a mark by tomorrow. It'd be almost funny to see him explain why he had a handprint on the side of his face. He looked so stunned, at that moment, she could have pushed him away.

She could have shoved so hard he went toppling over the railing and fell to his death. And for a moment, the thought had crossed her mind. He'd been such a disgusting asshole since the day they met. He'd was everything she'd said he was in more.

He was loathsome and misogynistic. He was crass and arrogant. He was also a witch hunter, the enemy of her people.

But she didn't pull out of his grip. Instead, she grabbed him roughly by his beard and pulled him in for another kiss. Then they were all grabbing hands and clothes flying off. She was barely cognizant enough to keep from flinging her underwear over the railing. Though, of course, he had to make her regret it.

He looked down at them on the catwalk, and while she couldn't hear him, she could read his lips very clearly.

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