Page 22 of Death Warden
Fuck, Fin. Was there room on the bike for all three of us? If not, I’d go back to the car and ask this guy to send a tow truck.
“Go!” Fin said.
The rider flinched, then laughed. “A talking cat. I love it.”
I turned to Fin. “I’m not leaving you.”
“I’ll be faster without you,” Fin said matter-of-factly. “I’ll meet you there.”
“How will you find it?”
He gave me a puh-lease look.
He was a cat-sith, powerful and street-smart. “Fine.”
He gave the rider a stern look. “Take care of her, or else you’ll be learning the literal meaning to the phrase pussy whipped.”
He darted off into the night, leaving me with the silver-haired rider.
I shivered, teeth chattering as the adrenaline of the attack wore off.
The man frowned. “Get on before you freeze.”
I climbed up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. He smelled of leather and winter air.
“Where to?” he asked.
I rattled off the address and he tensed.
“You know it?”
“Yeah, I know it. Who are you going to see?”
“Daxmonius Storm.”
“Fuck…”
“What’s the—"
The engine roared, cutting off my words, and the next moment we were zooming down the road toward civilization.
CHAPTERSIX
SPECTRE
My cock is so hard I feel like it’ll explode.
I need to fuck.
I would have fucked the woman on the road. Her scent. Her delicious aroma. Ice cream and strawberries.
It’s still in my head. In my nose.
I stride through the communal lounge, naked after my run. A few groupies mill about, laughing, chatting, sitting on hellhound laps. I catch the eye of a redhead by the pool table. Red hair and green eyes like the woman on the road. One jerk of my chin and she’s on my tail.
I stride into the corridor, into the shadows by the stairs.
The groupie follows. I turn to her, grab her, and shove her against the wall so she has her back to me. She pushes her ass out and hitches up her skirt.
