Page 43 of Prodigy & Tybalt
“I’m rewarding myself for surviving,” I explained, giving her a glare back.
Her brows rose. “Well, in that case.” She patted herself on her back, her leather jacket creaking. “You’re weird,” she told me, but in the tone of a compliment. “Come to the sanctuary on Saturday. We’re having a girl’s night thing. There’ll be shitty films and way too much food and I heard Luna’s bringing a spiked tequila punch which is hilarious.”
I longingly eyed the buffet, wishing I’d made my way there before this conversation began. “Why?”
“She’s with Priest.” At my blank look she said, “The vicar. And alcohol is a sin, or some bible shit.”
“No, why are you asking me?” She was the second person to invite me to this booze-laden shindig at the weekend, and I was starting to feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
She shrugged. “Aren’t you fucking the president and the psychopath?”
I snorted, scanning the garden for any sight of them, a little restless. “His title’s Enforcer, technically. And didn’t you come out of the bedroom of theotherpsychopath?” The one with tattoos, no hair, and afuck with me and I’ll rip your entrails out through your belly buttonlook on his face.”
Her expression was fond. “Nice description. Very accurate.”
“Thanks, I worked hard on it.”
Her eyes tracked across the leather jackets and Alpha Knights MC emblems and found where the psychopath stood scowling at Guardian, like she knew where he was at all times.
“Not a fucking word,” she snarled when she noticed me notice her noticehim.
I held up my hands. “I wasn’t going to say anything. Nothing at all. Not a single little remark.”
“Don’t make me stab you, bitch.”
I scoffed. “With what knife?”
She whipped a fucking kitchen knife from the waistband of her black jeans. I raised my eyebrows and produced my own knife from the pocket of my jacket. I was still wearing the Alpha Knights one Prodigy had put on my body last week. I hadn’t let it out of my sight since.
The expression on her face could only be described as impressed. “Nice. I don’t understand women who don’t carry at least one knife.”
At least oneimplied she had more hidden on her person. I would have asked more about that, but arms snuck around mymiddle from behind at the same time her eyes lifted, the look on her face neutral, not the sharp amusement she’d just worn but not animosity either.
“Pres,” she greeted at the same time the scent of warm, spicy aftershave hit my senses and I sighed, leaning back against Prodigy. “Have fun with the gross display of love I can tell you’re about to start. I’m going to get a drink.”
She stashed her knife again and stormed away, every step like a punch to the grass. She headed in Cobra’s direction, I couldn’t help but notice, like he was her north star.
“I think,” I said quietly, “that woman might have anger issues.”
“Lynn? Oh, absolutely, and she’s earned the right to anger.” Prodigy kissed the shell of my ear. “She won’t punch anyone in the dick without provocation, though.”
“That’s nice of her. Where’s Tyb?”
“Punching someone in the dick without provocation?”
I snorted, searching the garden for an extra-tall, dark haired man with fierce eyes that softened only for us. “I don’t see him.”
“See who?”
Prodigy and I both jumped when Tyb appeared beside us without even a disturbance in the air. He was scary sometimes, and I loved that.
“You,” I answered, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and pulling him into our personal space. “Did you know, there’s a sordid rumour going around that I’m sleeping with both of you?”
Tybalt gasped. “No! Just wheredopeople get these wicked ideas from?”
“No idea.” I grinned, tugging him closer. “Overactive imaginations probably.”
He dipped his head, fingers gliding a slow, tender path across my cheek until his palm fitted to my face, fingers curved around my head. I should have known the kiss wouldn’t be slow andsweet, but the filthy hot, licking kiss took me by surprise, and I laughed as he sucked my tongue into his mouth. It was feral and suggestive, as if he wanted to remind me how good he was at eating my pussy.
