Page 85 of Right Hand Of The Reaper
I checked his name tag and smiled. “Glen? Your name is Glen?” He frowned even harder and a muscle in his jaw twitched. “I thought trolls were called things like Borg, or Boar or at least Butch?”
“I’m only half troll and my mum was human. Glen was her dad’s name.”
Oomph. Now I felt awkward. “It’s a lovely name.”
The guys snickered behind me, and I could have slapped the lot of them.
Glen folded his tree trunk arms across his chest and widened his stance. “What do you want?”
I couldn’t blame the guy for his snappish tone. “I’m sorry. Let me start again. Hi Glen, is Prometheus in?”
His eyes narrowed and he fixed me with a hard stare. One I held and gave right back. I wasn’t backing down, no matter how intimidating this guy tried to be.
“He is, but he’s occupied. Come back tomorrow.”
“Can’t do that buddy. I need to see him now.”
His spine straightened. “You need to leave.”
“Not gonna happen. Now, if I could just—”
Atticus stepped next to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. “Allow me, kitten.”
Glen eyed the Metus demon warily and I knew why. Atticus was the epitome of intimidating with his cold stare, unusual eyes, and the fact that he didn’t give off any power essence at all. It was a little creepy not to know how powerful someone was, especially if they were looking at you like they were imagining twenty different ways to slice you into little pieces.
I watched as Glen’s eyes went wide. A chill permeated the air and darkness began to seep into the edges of my vision. Jeez, Atticus was powerful. I could feel his magic brushing against my skin, a whisper of a caress that had goosebumps erupting along my arms.
A whimper cut through the air right before Glen fell to the floor, landing in a large heap of limbs. His legs twitched and his eyes moved rapidly behind his eyelids.
“What did you do to the guy?” Rafe asked as he peered over Atticus’ shoulder.
“Just gave him a mild nightmare.” Atticus stepped over the unconscious troll. “Come on. His mind was stronger than I thought, and this won’t hold him for long.”
“Sorry, Glen,” I mumbled as I stepped over him and followed Atticus down the corridor. The rest of the guys fell into step behind me and together, we strode down towards the main office. I could still hear the thumping music, albeit much quieter back here, and the bass line still vibrated through the floor beneath my feet.
“When was the last time you saw Prometheus?” I asked Thane as he fell into step beside me.
“It has been a while. A few decades. Long before this place was built.” Thane paused by a window that overlooked the dancefloor of the main club. “He’s always been fascinated by humanity. I’m not surprised he built something where he could watch them freely.”
Thane had a point. A club was a fascinating way to watch people. There were lovers, fighters, friends, enemies. Deals were struck and alliances made. It was hedonistic and indulgent. The perfect place to watch humans.
I’d gotten so lost in staring at the humans that I didn’t notice that everyone had wandered off apart from Rayne. He stepped up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He pressed his nose into my hair and took a deep breath. “Come on. This isn’t where you need to be.”
I leant into his embrace, relishing in his comfort. I met his gaze in the reflection of the window. “And where am I supposed to be?”
He pushed me forwards and I had to brace my hands on the window to stop myself from crashing into it. He crowded into my space, pushing his chest against my back, and pinning me to the glass. “You’re supposed to be here. With me. With Rafe.”
I arched backwards, grinding against him, thrilled when he growled low by my ear.
He nipped the edge of my jaw. “Stop that.”
“Why?”
“Because I will finger fuck your wet cunt until you scream.” His tongue licked the length of my neck, eliciting a moan from deep in my throat. “But I can’t do that. I’m not allowed.”
“Rules were made to broken,” I said as I rubbed my ass against his erection. Fuck, the guy felt huge through his pants. I bet he was hiding a monster in there.
“Not these ones.”
