Chosen One (Forever Evermore #6)(93)
“Dammit,” Sin muttered under his breath. “I knew something was wrong.”
Cain grunted, still under King Zeller’s power, and his lips lifted a bit. “I’ve only had two beers, pouring water into my bottle the rest of the time.” He chuckled quietly. “The spirits have been doing the same.”
I blinked up at him, my head tilted way back, while my other Lajaks glared.
He shrugged his shoulder under King Zeller’s hand, navy blue eyes peering down at me peacefully. “I believed it would be better for one of us to be on duty at all times while we’re traveling, which I was going to mention earlier, but spirits,” a glance to Sin, then back to me, “just started showing up in our suite.”
Mmm. I…was thinking he had stayed sober for another reason entirely, but it worked, and it might have actually been the truth, anyway. “So, you were going to take every one of my Lajaks money once they were sloppy drunk, too?”
He chuckled quietly, his tone gravelly, pleasant and deep. “And the spirits, eventually.”
King Zeller muttered a curse under his breath, and dropped his hands from Cain’s and King Collins’s shoulders, muttering, “Not happening, asshole.” He turned on his heel, turning his fingers in the air at my other Lajaks. “It’s time we got our damn heads in the game.” He bowed his head. “If anyone knows deception and maneuvering, it sure as hell isn’t them.”
Manly grunts all around with even a few fists pumped in the air.
I kept a tight grip on Cain’s arm that had turned rock solid, his muscles fairly vibrating, King Zeller’s power now gone from him. I tightened my grip, glancing up at him, where his head had instantly swung to the door behind me. Jiggling his arm a bit, letting go of King Collins when they all started moving back down the hallway toward their room, I shook my head when he glanced down to me, his jaw tight, muscles ticking on the side, nostrils flared, eyes glowing the slightest bit. I barely breathed so no others would hear—even though those who could were too drunk to listen. “Even though he tricked me, it was my own stupidity which allowed that to happen.” Another slow shake of my head. “No one else’s fault but my own, since it was my choice to get into his bed, even with your warning.” I rubbed my thumb soothingly on his arm, staring steadily into his gaze. “You and I have an agreement, and I plan to stick to it.”
His gaze flicked back to the door, muscles still ticking on his jaw, his own voice a mere breath. “You hit him?”
I nodded once.
“Hard?”
Another nod.
“Answer aloud.”
My lips quirked as he inhaled for the truth. “I slapped him damn hard.”
He grunted, eyes flicking to my Lajaks disappearing into their room, then back to me, his gaze flicking down to my breasts, staring possessively. “Exclusive means those are,” his wolf huffed quietly, “mine until one of us ends this, so unless you want someone dead, I would suggest you aren’t foolish enough to slip into another individual’s bed who wants to fuck you.” Navy eyes to mine. “You are young, but you’re not stupid…so try to fucking remember, men are mainly shit, and will tell just about any pretty little lie to accomplish their goal…but…most importantly,” he bent low, leveling his glowing gaze on mine, “you chose to enter into an exclusive relationship with me, one of the deadliest fucking men on this planet, and considering the fact I don’t do fucking exclusive…and the fact that I now am means…I am,” his eyes narrowed, growling on a breath, “possessive as hell.”
I stood very still, holding his gaze as steadily as I could, truly grasping the fact—hell, I had read his file—what he said was very true, and the look in his eyes told me he wasn’t lying about the never “doing” exclusion and possessive bit.
Navy blue’s flicked between my eyes, and his lips curved cruelly. “Ah, I believe what you’re having are what others call an epiphany.” My jaw clenched at his taunting, and a soft, deep chuckle reverberated from within his chest. “Want to change your mind now, my spirit bitch?”
My lips thinned as I actually thought about it, because this was a very dangerous boundary to step over with this man, but I eventually shook my head slightly. “No.” I knew I wanted to be exclusive with him, even the ass that he was currently being. “I hate you, but I want you to myself.” I tilted forward, our noses touching, and breathed on a hiss, “And you should also remember I have one hell of a possessive streak. What’s mine, is fucking mine. Anyone takes it, and they’re fair game.”
“Then we understand each other.” Jaw muscles ticked. “And don’t fucking do that again.” His eyes flicked behind me to the door, then back to me. “He’s damn lucky King Zeller was here to help calm me.”
I nodded once. “I caught that.” I tilted my head toward his door. “We should probably go inside.”
He shook his head, tilting it to the door behind me. “Too much time has passed for us to be out here alone. Go back in your room and get your bag. You can say that’s what we were doing when we go back inside.”
Ah, good plan. And so, I did.
“Jesus,” King Collins muttered grumpily, half slur, smacking at my hand. “Just a few more minutes…”
My lips trembled fiercely before I straightened, then shouted at the top of my lungs in an overly merry tone, “It’s time to rise and shine, my Lajaks.” All their eyes flew open, half shooting up on the trundle beds the hotel had supplied, since the two doubles hadn’t covered a group of eight men. I clapped my hands loudly, trying not to laugh at these powerful men’s grumpy as hell expressions—not to mention, major bedhead. “It’s a beautiful day outside!” I threw the curtains open, hearing them grunt or curse, throwing hands up in front of their eyes. “Time to face the day with,” I grinned, “smiles.”