“Actually, no, I haven’t,” I reply, and he looks shocked.
“I take it you’re not from around here, then?” he asks.
“No, I’m not,” I say, running my fingers up and down his chest and abs. He clears his throat, and I can tell he’s affected.
“Well, I knew it. I haven’t seen you around here before. Who was that gentleman you were dancing with?” he asks.
“That’s my boyfriend,” I reply with a smile.
“If he’s your boyfriend, then what are you doing up here with me?” he asks.
I smile and move closer, whispering in his ear, “You see, we’re in New Orleans to have some fun. You know that saying ‘whatever happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas’?”
He nods.
I extend my claws and drag them down his chest. His breathing becomes labored, and I can feel the hardening bulge pressing against me. He’s not even trying to hide it.
“Well, that’s what we’re adopting. He can do whatever he wants, and I can do whatever I want.”
“You saw him go off with that girl, didn’t you?” I ask, and he nods again, almost as if he’s forgotten how to speak.
“You want to know something? Afterward, when he knows I’ve been with another guy, and he sees their marks on me, he fucks me like an animal,” I tell him, noticing a wet spot on his trousers.
“You want to get out of here? I already have a room,” I suggest.
He immediately gets up and takes my hand. “I’m going to a room with this pretty woman. I am not to be disturbed,” he tells his guards. They just nod, clearly used to this kind of thing.
I’m sure he usually goes back to the room, gets his brain fucked out, and then returns. But today, he’s in for a shock.
He takes my hand, and I pull out the key from my purse to check the room number: D2. We head down the stairs and turn the corner to where the rooms are. Merlin is already behind me, trying to get my dress off. Thank God it doesn’t have any buttons or zippers in the back. If it did, I’d be naked by now.
I reach the room and open the door. We both step inside. Merlin is too busy trying to figure out how to remove my dress and humping my leg, like a dog in heat, to notice the other two people in the room. But when Leo lets out a deadly growl, that definitely gets his attention.
He stops what he’s doing and finally looks up.
“Oh, I see you invited more people,” the idiot says. Is he really that stupid, or is his brain just filled with lust right now?
I hear the door lock, and I look back to see Freya by the door. When I’m certain he has nowhere to go, I move away from him. God, I need a hot, scorching shower after this to wash his hands off me. I can’t believe I just did that.
“Are you okay? Did he do anything to you?” Leo asks me.
“No, no, he didn’t, Leo. I’m fine,” I reassure him, hoping that will calm him down. He looks ready to kill Merlin, and we can’t question a corpse.
“What the hell is going on here?” Merlin asks. It looks like he’s finally realized we aren’t here for a foursome.
“Good evening, Mr. Merlin. Please, have a seat,” Leo tells him in a dangerously calm tone.
“Look, buddy, I don’t know who you think you are, but you’re messing with the wrong guy. I know you’re new around here, so let me tell you something you don’t know: I am the last guy you want to be messing with,” Merlin says.
“Is that so?” Leo responds, his voice low and dangerous. “I think you’ll soon realize that I am the last guy you should be messing with. You’re currently surrounded by two werewolves and a witch, and your guards are nowhere to be found. So, as you can see, we have the upper hand here. Take a seat. I won’t repeat myself.”
Merlin swallows audibly, then walks to the chair in the middle of the room and sits down.
Leo steps up to him, leaning both hands on the arms of the chair. His eyes turn gold, and his fangs are exposed.
“Here’s what’s going to happen: you’re going to answer all of my questions truthfully, or I’m going to break every single bone in your body.”
Alpha Leo’s POV
As I lean over this man, it takes everything in me not to rip his head off. The waiting in the room was killing me. When they finally walked in, I felt relieved-only for a few seconds. The moment I saw his hands on her, all I saw was red. The only reason I didn’t kill him right then was because Lena assured me she was fine and he didn’t do anything. If she hadn’t, I didn’t care if he was our only lead to the person who cursed my pack. I was going to kill him.
“Nod your head if you understand what I just said,” I tell him. He stares at me for a few seconds, defiance and hate in his eyes, but then he reluctantly nods.
“Good,” I say, then grab another chair, placing it opposite him, and sit down.
“Now, do you know a guy named Dylan?” I ask.
“Yeah, I know him. He owns this club. What’s he to you?” he asks.
I tsk at him. “No, no, no, Merlin. I’m the one asking the questions.”
“Did you ask Dylan to procure something for you? More specifically, pages from a very ancient grimoire?” I ask.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, man,” he replies.
“I told you, no lies,” I tell him, slamming my leg hard onto his foot. He screams out in pain. I’m pretty sure his foot is shattered.
“Now, let’s try this again. Did you ask Dylan to acquire those pages?” I ask.
“Yes,” he admits, and it’s clear he’s in pain, tears and snot running down his face.
“Good. Now, this is my last question. After this, I’ll let you go, as long as you tell me the truth. Who did you sell those pages to?” I ask.
“I can’t do that, man. I can’t reveal my clients. I’d be ruined. They’ll kill me,” he says.
“Well, you’re here with me, and I will definitely kill you if you don’t tell me who you sold those pages to,” I warn him, then step on his broken foot again. He screams. It’s a good thing we’re in a club with loud music.
“Okay, okay. I didn’t get a name, alright? It was a company back in New York. I sent it through a courier,” he tells me.
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