Page 39 of A Lion's Heart
“Before this goes any further, I like names,” Kyss said. “I’m Kyss. Like the hot one we just shared.”
The woman in front of her smiled and moved her hands slowly up Kyss’s thighs.
“I’m Lora,” she said. “He’s Jack and the one back there who’s going to be in charge of your friend’s orgasm is Patch.”
“Now that we’re all acquainted,” Jack said and reached up to grab Kyss by the chin, turning her face so that he was just inches away from her mouth. “Let’s get down.”
Nisa tensed at his words. Her fingers clenched and when Patch leaned in closer to rub his tongue along the rim of her ear she had to bite down on the temper, restrain the cat and keep her head. Remember those names. This place. This scent.
It was definitely animal, but it wasn’t Patch. As he’d touched her and leaned in closer she’d inhaled deeply, wanting to connect the scent with a body. But it wasn’t this one. So where was it? Where was this animal and what type was it? She couldn’t tell. Nisa knew all the Shadow Shifter tribe scents. This wasn’t one of them, which meant it wasn’t a cat.
“I should get my camera,” Graham said.
He couldn’t get anything since both his hands gripped his rigid cock as he watched Kyss with the others.
“Ewen would love this,” Graham was saying as he stroked himself harder.
“Where is Ewen?” Nisa asked. “Maybe he could join us?”
Maybe he had the other animal scent on him? Nisa didn’t know but whoever had that scent, it was driving her cat wild. It wanted out and it wanted to fight. There was a threat near.
“Nah,” Graham said and licked his lips, spittle dripping from his mouth. “He’s taking care of business tonight. Shifter business.”
Kyss moaned loudly then and Lora rubbed her hands between Kyss’s legs.
“He should be here handling this business,” Kyss whispered.
“Yes,” Nisa added. “He should.”
She was saying the words, but her body was also moving to the side in an effort to get away from Patch’s touch. It felt dirty. And she felt disloyal.
“He’s gotta give that funky animal new instructions,” Graham said, his hand slipping up and down his cock as he’d already started to ejaculate. “Disgusting business. Not like this…ahhh yeah, just like that…” he sighed and jerked and pumped into his fist.
The scent was closer and Nisa’s incisors grew longer. Her claws broke through the skin of her fingers.
“Shit!” Patch yelled.
She looked at him then, her eyes wide, but not as wide as his. He’d climbed over her at some point and was now staring down at her…and the first remnants of her cat.
“Shifter!” he yelled again. “She’s a fucking shifter!”
Decan sat back and tried not to turn his nose up at the stench of the wolf.
He hadn’t been surprised when Blaez Trekas had walked up behind him in the crowded room. He’d come here looking for the man and he’d found him—all of him. Now, they sat across from each other, neither fully trusting the other but knowing they had a common cause.
“Lial Johansen is working for the Ruling Cabinet,” Blaez said without formalities or menial chit-chat. “Or at least he used to be.”
Decan could appreciate the get in and get out mentality. He wasn’t one hundred percent comfortable in this room, with all these humans. Possibly because he didn’t trust that small part of him that had been vying for revenge for the last five years.
“If he’s working for them, why would he kill their family members?” he asked.
“I think you know the answer to that question,” Blaez answered.
Blaez Trekas was bald. He had tattoos going down his neck and probably everywhere else. But he was wearing black slacks and a white dinner jacket. He looked like a billionaire. A strong lycan billionaire.
“What I know is that humans are dying and shifters are being blamed for those deaths. If Lial is the killer then he should be taken down. If not, then we need to prove that before this war between us escalates even further.”
Decan couldn’t believe he was saying that. The words were necessary he told himself and then took a cleansing breath just in case the wolf could sense his dishonesty the way another cat shifter could.
