Page 4 of The Monsters We Are
Delilah let out a dreamy sigh. “Damn, Wyn, I know he’s yours and everything . . . but I’m gonna look occasionally. Because he’ssoworth looking at.”
It was truly ridiculous just how unbelievably sexy he was. There was something so decadently predatory about him. Wicked. Utterly sinful. There was an edge of raw danger to him that warned any in his path that they were looking at the penultimate alpha male.
Hattie leaned into Wynter. “Do you think we’d ever get him to be a butler in the buff?”
Oh, the woman didn’t possess an ounce of shame. “No. No, I really don’t.”
Reaching Wynter, he boldly swallowed up her personal space, his lips canting up in a hint of a smile. “Evening, little witch,” he said, his voice deep, rumbly, and carrying a note of authority—a note that intensified ten-fold in the bedroom.
“Well hello,” she said, sliding a hand up his chest as she drank in the sight of him. A face so flawless should be somewhat annoying, but every single feature was a pleasure to behold. “I didn’t think you were coming.”
“You were taking too long to come to me. I missed you.” He dropped a soft kiss on her mouth. “Enjoying yourself?”
“I am, yes.” She let her fingers sift through his short hair. The strands were a deep, rich black that were impossibly dark in a very preternatural way. “I might even have a nice buzz going on, thanks to the drinks I’ve been knocking back. Don’t tell anyone.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He looked down at the corset of her dress. “I have so many plans for what to do to you later while you’re wearing this outfit.”
She smiled. “Always happy to be an inspiration.” Wynter went to say hello to Azazel, but his rich blue eyes were on Anabel.
“What’s with the boils and warts?” he asked her.
Anabel cleared her throat. “I’m allergic to crowds.”
He sent her a look that called her a liar. “You’ve been experimenting on yourself again, haven’t you?”
“Wow, I’m failing to see how that’s your business,” Anabel sassed. “And stop talking to me. Why do you always talk to me?”
Azazel shrugged. “I like to make people feel uncomfortable. You’re an easy target.”
The blonde blinked. “At least you’re honest.”
Xavier turned to Azazel. “Yeah, what’s that like?”
Cain put his mouth to Wynter’s ear. “I thought you said Hattie would be wearing a scary nun habit.”
“She told me she would be,” said Wynter. “I have to admit, I got nervous when she walked into the living room wearing that wedding dress. But she’s promised me she doesn’t intend to go marry George or even drag him into a handfasting. As long as there’s no such union, he’s safe from her black widow inclinations.”
Cain hummed, sliding a hand down Wynter’s back to rest just above the swell of her ass. “How long before I get to whisk you out of here? I want you to myself.”
“You want me naked.”
“That, too,” he admitted without apology. “First, though, I mean to hike that gown up around your waist and fuck you hard. Can’t do that here.” His eyes blazed with possession. “I don’t want anyone else seeing or hearing you come.”
Really, the dude was far more territorial than she would have thought he had the potential to be. Ancients just seemed so unmoved by so many things. Which would be natural if you’d been around since the beginning of time and there was little you hadn’t seen, done, or heard.
She hadn’t expected that the one night she shared with Cain would turn into a relationship, or that he’d one day grow to care for her. He hadn’t ever given her those three little words, but she didn’t need them. All she needed was—
A loud booming sound came from outside the warehouse and seemed to reverberate in the air.
Wynter jerked her head back. “Was that thunder?” Itsoundedlike it, yet it seemed too close, and there’d been no build up.
“Yes.” Cain exchanged an odd look with Azazel. “But I don’t believe it’s a natural thunder.”
“What, why not?” Wynter frowned as the two Ancients headed for the exit. “Hey, wait!” She trailed after them, signaling for her coven to come along.
“What’s happening?” asked Xavier.
“No clue,” replied Wynter as they shrugged through the crowd now surging toward the exit, no doubt curious about the ongoing cracks of thunder. “But I’m gonna find out.”