Page 23 of Death Warden
She knows what I need and how I want it.
Fuck. I didn’t want to have to do this so soon, but I won’t last much longer.
I grip my cock and position it against her. She’s wet already. The woman with the red hair. I wind that red hair around my wrist and thrust up into her.
She cries out.
Yes, yes, make noise. I want the sound if it’s coming from her.
I close my eyes and fuck the redhead inside my mind. Her wide green eyes, that luscious pout.
My spine tightens, balls tingling as I come.
“Spectre, oh, Spectre. That was…that was so good.”
The groupie’s voice shatters the illusion.
I pull out of her, guilt clawing at my chest as she turns to face me and I see the hope in her eyes. They all have it. The hope that one day they’ll be chosen as a mate by one of the hellhounds.
Most are mystics, a couple are low-grade mages, and yes, in the past, hellhounds have taken mages as mates. They’re the only other species we can easily breed with, but we prefer hellhound females to any other because with a hellhound female there’s always the hope of a true mating. Rare, but it happens, like Bobby and Toni.
“Spectre?”
I swallow the lump in my throat. “Thank you, Liza. I needed that.”
The light in her eyes dies. “You’re welcome.” She fixes a bright smile on her face and then heads to the washroom.
I run a hand down my face, feeling like a total bastard.
“You need to stop kicking yourself,” Logan says from behind me. “We are what we are, and the females who come here know what they’re signing up for. In exchange they’re well looked after, cared for, and in some cases, even loved.”
“Yeah, but when they look at you with hope…” I shake my head.
“Just take a mate, Spectre. It’ll fix all your issues.”
The redhead with the bottle-green eyes fills my head.
Logan narrows his eyes. “Wait…have you met someone?”
“More like attacked.” I head for the stairs and Logan trails after me.
“Hell no. I need to hear this.”
There’s commotion in the main lounge, a gust of cool air, and…the redhead’s scent.
What the fuck? I shove Logan aside and hurry back into the common room.
I spot Curo dusting snowflakes off his jacket. He looks up, catches my eye, and smiles wickedly.
My pulse goes crazy as a figure steps out from behind him. Windswept red hair, rosy cheeks, and bright bottle-green eyes.
The woman spots me and her mouth pops open. She presses her hands to her hips. “Don’t you ownanyclothes?”
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ADI
The naked Adonis stared at me in shock, and another male, slender, wiry, with messy chestnut hair and amber eyes, gently touched his arm.
