Shadow Watcher (Darkness #6)(10)

Humor danced in Paulie’s eyes. A smile tickled his lips. “You.”

“What?”

“You’re my type.”

Charles barked out laughter. “Don’t advertise that, bro. After you meet the Boss, you’ll know why.”

“Strong-willed female not afraid to take command,” Jonas stated, waiting for us to go through the door. “Good taste. Shows he’ll follow orders if given by someone dominant enough. Shows he doesn’t care if that dominance is by a male or female, as long as the leadership is sound. If he can hold his magic better than his dick, he’ll fit in. As long as I don’t kill him first.”

“That last part just had to be said, huh Jonas?” I said with an eye roll. I glanced at Charles. “What woman do you recommend?”

“Already on it,” Charles said, tapping a text into his phone. He stared for a minute, his phone lighting up his face. “She’s smooth as silk. And she likes to cuddle, so he’ll have a place to sleep after.”

“You running a whore house?” Paulie said in disgust. “I don’t pay for—“

“You’ll see,” I said, waving him away. “These people are insane when it comes to sex.”

“You said you got your memory back last time, bro. You should already know what you’re stepping into.” Charles’ phone vibrated. He glanced up at me and winked. “All set. She knows he’s human. Doesn’t care.”

I nodded and turned toward the door. Only steps inside I saw Selene, the woman Charles must’ve called. Slim but muscular, she wore a corset and a thong with a see-through, red chemise swirling down her body and around her thighs. A face that would make cupid weep with heart-shaped, pouty lips and large, luminous eyes burning with fire and arousal. I had woman-wood for this girl. It was hard not to. She was as gorgeous as they come and more. She was a fearless fighter, high up in the Watch, down to earth, and cool to hang around with. It was hard to be jealous of her rock-star personality, but I kind of wanted to trip the bitch because she was so damn pretty.

“You’re in good hands, Paulie,” I said with a smirk, and stepped out of the way.

I watched as Paulie’s earlier disgust turned into burning lust as he took in what was in front of him. His mouth dropped open and his body went rigid. And then it hit me. Like a wood stove on a cold, winter’s day, the smell wafted around my head pleasantly.

“He does that smelly arousal thing!” I exclaimed, pointing at Paulie. I beamed at Charles. “Guys can do it, too! What did that mean again? Fortuneteller blood, or whatever, right? Oh my God, so cool. I totally win for finding a human magic worker!”

“Hmmm,” Selene purred as she got closer, all hip and boob, obviously smelling what I did. “What a treat. And not like the typical, weak human. You’ll do nicely.” She ran a manicured hand up Paulie’s chest and smiled into his awe-struck face.

“We need to know if he’s halvsies,” Charles said.

“And I get to take blood? Ohuuu, lovely.” Selene ran another hand up Paulie’s chest and hooked her arms around his neck. Almost as tall as him, she rose on her toes, leaned in and nibbled his lips while she pressed her body against his. His hands came around and rested at the small of her back. She swirled her hips in a circle, pressing firmly against him in slow gyrations. She wasn’t waiting—she planned to get started right then and there.

His hands shaking, Paulie drew her in harder before sliding his hold down to clutch her muscular butt. In a rapid loss of control, he deepened their kiss, opening her mouth with his in a deep, sensuous kiss. One hand slid over her round buttock and down between her cheeks, running his fingers against her gyrating sex.

“Good God, he’ll fit in just fine,” I said, breathless. My sexy systems raged to life as I stood, like a voyeur. I needed Stefan. I needed to be a participant.

“Thanks, Charles,” Selene purred as she ran her thigh up the outside of Paulie’s leg and hooked it around his hip.

Paulie used the increased access to his advantage. He dipped his fingers into the seam of her thong and felt up between her sex. One finger dipped into her body.

“Mmm, that’s right.” Selene’s head fell back and she worked her hips in time with the plunging of his finger.

“Oh holy moly,” I heard myself say. I was walking the next moment.

I didn’t think to call Tim. Or say goodbye to the guys. Or notice the people saying “Mage.” Or anything, really. I felt Stefan’s pull, and I felt my need. That was it.

I found my way up to our wing and burst into the room. The lights were turned down low and the shades were up, displaying the blanket of stars until they reached the horizon. Not a moment to lose, I followed that pull to the dining room where flames of two candles danced on a table set for two. Stefan waited at the head of the table, the blood link colored with an answering hunger. He felt my lust and was responding with his own.

He stood as I came into sight, his muscular body covered in expensive slacks and a button-down shirt that hugged his delicious body just right. He took a step toward me as I closed the three steps to him. I met him in a rush, climbing up his body and wrapping my legs around his middle. His hard bulge rubbed against my aching sex. His lips met mine, needy and passionate. I opened to him, delighted to be filled with his taste, wine and spice.