Page 77 of His Curse

Am I invisible now?

Why is the demon giving her so much attention? Looking to Lark like she is the keeper of all wolf knowledge? And why the fuck is it making me jealous?

I should want my best friend and my mate to like each other and get along, should want them to be close and have a relationship like I do with Frankie, but for some reason it makes me want to punch Zan right in the dick and never let him talk to Lark again.

"Stop it.” Lark tilts her head so she can look up at me. "I heard that and you are being ridiculous. You're acting like a possessive ass over both of us and it's silly, all considering.”

I blink then bark out a laugh because she's right.

I want my best friend and my mate all to myself still, but I'm just gonna have to learn to share.

Share to adegree,anyway.

Anything other than a Lark-Zan mostly platonic thing is off the table.

They can be friends, good friends, but the rest will happen with my supervision.

My Birdie rolls her eyes and looks back up at Zan. "You two are going to give me hell, aren't you? This wholeanguisi animaie maitething is going to be a lot of fun, but a headache at times because it starts with you two, right?”

My eyes go wide as they meet Zan’s—because how the fuck does Lark already know about this—but he has a shit eating grin on his face as he tilts his head side to side, then considers her words with a more serious expression. "Perhaps. The wolf and I have always been quite close and now that we know why, know that we are all supposed to be even closer, I think it is valid to say our shared bond will be the mostfunheadacheever to exist. Thankfully for you, my delicious little wolf, my darling girl is much more rational and far less of an asshole than your mate and I. Don’t get me wrong, she is already quite possessive of you, but I do believe you and my Frankie will find your own ways ofalleviatingthis headache, and in turn, make it far more enjoyable for all of us. So much so that it was a topic of conversation during the small breaks we had between fucking.” Then his gaze slowly moves over both of us as Zan’s grin turns sadistic. “How long do you need to recover from your heat? I could have my darling girl here in—”

"Shut it, demon.” I chuckle. "Save your grand plans of foursomes for another day."

"That, I will.” Sardonic grin spread wide, Zan crouches so that he's basically sitting on us and leans in closer to look at me. "So, we are unsure as to why your eyes are all wolf?"

"To say the least."

"Smashing.” He claps his hands in my face and rubs them together. "Another mystery to unravel.” Then he hops off the bed, spins on his heel and swaggers his way to the wall. "Can this be removed? Is it portable?"

With a sigh, I pull Lark closer, hold her tighter and hit my smoke. "The cork board is screwed in place but it wouldn't take much to get it down. Why?"

"We are changing headquarters.” Zan walks to the table with our five day old breakfast leftovers, makes a face at it, then grabs my toolbox from underneath it. "After delivering the last orgasm of the morning, my darling girl had a most fantastic idea."

Before I can protest, Lark lifts her head. "Does it involve food?"

The demon chuckles, nods, and begins removing the corkboard. "It does my dear, and lots of it. The two of you should shower, dress, then we shall ride to Cora's where the young wolf will meet us so Frankie can share her most brilliant idea.” Zan glances over his shoulder at us as he arches a brow. "Unless you'd like to ride in the truck to my place just as you are first. I do believe the shower in our bedroom is big enough for the four of us."

"Maybe some other time.” Lark sighs against my chest. "I need to be properly romanced before I tap into any kink that's been buried for almost fifty years."

With a laugh, I stab out my smoke, roll so I'm completely covering my mate and scowl down at her playfully. "I do not share."

“Typically, neither would I.” She giggles. "But we don't have to share in the traditional sense to play with youranguisi animaie maite. It’s not the same if…” Lark wags her eyebrows instead of finishing her sentence and I’m toast. Fucking toast.

Gods in The After, Lark is going to kill me.

And if she keeps this up she's going to get fucked in front of the demon sooner than she assumes she will.

Something he obviously approves of. "I find I enjoy your mate far more than I previously did, wolf, and I enjoyed her immensely before your Lark showed just how accepting she truly is. And gods, she may be just as playful as I am. We will have such fun, the four of us."

I love Zan and Frankie, don't get me wrong, but he can go beplayfulsomewhere else with his own mate right now, the rest can happen later.

Lark is mine.

Mine.

And I will be damned straight to The End if I don't make sure she knows it every second of every fucking day.

Chapter14

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