CHAPTER FIVE
Saylor
Do I feel bad leaving Bane in my bed and escaping him?
Yes.
Especially after how he treated me last night. After fucking me again, he cleaned me up with a warm cloth and tucked me in next to him, kissing my forehead sweetly. We then spoke about anything and everything. I could tell that being open like that isn’t in his nature, but he is trying. He’s being vulnerable with me and taking a risk. I appreciated that more than he could know. We slept for an hour or so before he woke me up again, sliding into me, lazily spooning behind me. He’s insatiable in bed and knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s got the trifecta—talented mouth, hands, and dick.
Do you know how rare it is to find the trifecta?
He’s a unicorn.
A dominant one with a dirty mouth and a giant cock.
If he were a unicorn, the horn on his head would be so big it would push him off balance. The thought makes me smirk. I know I shouldn’t have taken him to my bedroom because now he can zip in there whenever he wants, but I wasn’t thinking with my head at the time. I was wet, horny, and wanted him to fuck me.
And boy, did he.
He ruined me for all other men.
I moan as my mind flashes back to the sight of his hard, muscular tattooed thighs, the contrast of his untouched, hard, thick cock, and all of that corded, tattooed skin, except his face and dick.
He’s a work of art.
I look up at the sky and send a kiss to the fates. Yeah, I can barely walk today, but it’s a good ache and one I plan on repeating as soon as I can.
For now, though, I need to focus on finding the male who got away from me last night. After having lunch with King Bax and my cousin, Raiden, at the castle, I head out in search of him. His name is Jagger, a shifter who spends way too much time getting into everyone’s business.
I need to find him without being seen by Bane or my three brothers. My brothers can’t see through my illusions, so it’s easy enough to keep hidden from them, but Bane is a problem. Making myself look like the redhead from last night, I go back to the strip club. The establishment is closed, but there are a few cleaners and bar staff still around, getting the place ready for tonight’s shenanigans.
“Hello,” I say, smiling sweetly at a vampire male. “I was here dancing last night, and I left my bag in the change rooms.”
His red eyes roam over me from head to toe in a slow perusal. “Go back and have a look.”
“Thank you.” I beam, waiting for him to be distracted before I grab the reservation list from reception. When I check the table numbers from last night, the booking was under someone by the name of Peach.
Shit.
I don’t know a Peach, and it was a long shot that I’d find out any more information. Unless…
“Hey, my friends, Peach and Jagger, were in here last night. Do you know them?” I ask the vampire.
He lifts his head from where he’s wiping down the bar with a smirk. “Everyone knows Peach.”
He doesn’t say anything about Jagger.
“Where can I find her?” I ask, batting my eyelashes at him.
He arches his brow. “You know Peach but don’t know where to find her?”
Shrugging my shoulders, I twirl a lock of my hair around my fingers. “I said I know her, not that we are best friends.”
He stays silent.
“Fine, how about Jagger?” I ask, wondering if he has any loyalties to the shifter I’m looking for.
“He’s in here every night. I don’t know where he goes in his free time,” he replies, shrugging back at me. He clearly doesn’t give a shit what happens to him.
“Great, thanks. Have the day you deserve!” I call out, hightailing it out of there.
Looks like I need to come back here tonight, but I’ll keep my promise to Bane and keep my clothes on this time. Getting rid of the illusion, I zip to Salem’s house. My brothers all live in a row of three houses, but we also all have bedrooms in the castle. As the Shifter King’s nephews and niece, although not by blood, we are still treated like a part of the royal family, minus all the pressure that Raiden has on him as the prince and heir to the Shifter Kingdom. The King likes to tell everyone that he took us in when our parents died, and I guess that is true, but it’s Shadow who looked after and raised us.
King Bax gave us a roof over our heads and food in our bellies.
Shadow gave us a home and made sure we were all raised right.
He gave us love.
My brothers all paid for their own houses with the money they make from being assassins. They paid for mine, too, even though they were angry that I didn’t want mine right next to theirs.
I live five minutes away, which was the only compromise they were willing to give me. Growing up, my illusions kept me sane. They didn’t know what I was doing if they didn’t know it was me.
Yeah, I’ve always been sneaky, only because I was given no choice, with four big brothers watching over my shoulder with their double standards.
“Where have you been?” Salem calls out from his open door as I’m walking up the cobblestone pathway. He crosses his arms over his massive chest and scowls down at me. Most people would be shitting themselves right now, but I know I’m one of the very few people who is safe from him.
I pat his chest and pass him, leaning up to kiss his stubbled cheek. “Oh, you know, here and there. What have you been up to? Have they given you any new assignments yet?”
When I say assignments, I mean kills.
The assassin’s academy my brothers work for decided to pull Salem from the field because of his instability. He goes in with magic blazing, killing first and asking questions later.
He’s good at what he does. A little too good.
Salem doesn’t have much of a conscience and can kill without remorse.
His lack of empathy can be concerning sometimes. I don’t know what personality disorder he has, but he’s the only one who has it.
Still, he’s my big brother, and I love him. I love all of them.
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for them. Well, besides listen to them.
Salem closes the door and follows behind me, watching me while I make myself comfortable on his black leather couch. “Why do you look different?”
“What do you mean?” I ask, frowning.
Oh fuck, can he tell I had the best sex of my life last night? Am I glowing? If he says I’m glowing, I’m going to move kingdoms so I never have to face him again. I want my brothers to continue to think I’m an innocent little virgin, not a woman who was getting bent over and spanked last night while being called a good girl and a bratty little wolf.
Fuck that was hot though.
Why was it hot? I shouldn’t have been so turned on, but I was.
After being surrounded by dominant men my entire life, I never thought that I’d be attracted to one.
Well, that’s not exactly true. Is it?
Look at Rave. Who am I kidding?
The only males strong enough to handle me have to be alphas—powerful, dominant males I won’t be too much for.
Otherwise, I’d chew them up and spit them out.
“I don’t know, you just look different,” he grunts, nodding toward the forest behind his two-story home. “What is that on your neck?”
Oh fuck.
I forgot to cover the hickey Bane gave me.
“I walked into a tree,” I shrug, looking anywhere but at him. “You want to go for a run?”
He lets me change the subject and grunts a yes. Woo-hoo!
I grin and shift into my honey-brown wolf before he can say another word.
My wolf is nowhere near as big as Salem’s big black wolf, maybe even half his size, but she’s pretty and fast.
We chase each other playfully, running across the thick, green grass and large oak trees.
And all I can think of is that I can’t wait until Shadow is here running alongside us.