Chapter 22
Army
I’m mentally kicking my ass for the massive fuck-up of letting it slip that I knew Leeva was staying at the hotel.
But damn it, the way she threw up walls between us when she was scared and panicking made me irrational and livid. I couldn’t think straight. All I could think about was the thick, high walls she would erect if she discovered it was me behind the wolf’s mask.
Holy fuck, though, last night was amazing.
Sex with her was, hands down, the best of my life. An otherworld experience.
“It’s just sex.”
Her words still make me grind my teeth. No, it’s not just sex. It’s so much more than that. It’s…everything.
The only way it would have been better was if our masks were gone, and she looked into my face and knew who owned her. And who she owned in return.
Leeva is my universe. She was when I was young and stupid and had let her slip away, and she is now that she’s back.
I just need to figure out a way to remove the mask without her freaking the fuck out.
I’m pacing in my private room at Hedon, waiting for Riveria to give me a heads-up that Leeva is here.
Riveria will personally escort her to my private room because I don’t want any pricks like Rick Halloway to approach her again.
Rick himself will find a different sex club after I threatened him, and he realized it was me.
But that didn’t mean there weren’t others who would make a move on her.
I’d seen the lust-filled looks they gave her.
As submissive as Leeva has been with me during sex, she’s feisty and stubborn.
And I know she reacts impulsively when she’s scared.
So I’m not confident that she’ll actually come tonight, or that she would try to prove to her masked wolf that he doesn’t control her and that she’ll sleep with whoever the fuck she wants.
The thought brings equal measures of nausea and rage.
A soft knock on the door of my private room makes me frown. I check my phone to make sure I didn’t miss a call from Riveria saying Leeva has arrived, but there’s no missed call or text. Maybe Leeva arrived without Riveria noticing and is already here—my good girl, coming to ride the Sybian Saddle.
After I have my mask on, I twist the handle and open the door. Then curse.
A red-headed, curvy woman stands there. She’s beautiful, but she doesn’t compare to the bombshell that my siren is.
Anais’ eyes widen as she takes in my wolf’s mask. “I knew it. I knew it was you in the wolf mask, Army.”
Wrapping my hand around her upper arm, I yank her into the room and shut the door. Taking off my mask, I narrow my eyes as she walks around my private room, touching everything as she goes.
“What do you want, Anais?”
I remember then that I was supposed to talk to her about her unacceptable behavior with the other woman, Sadie. But it all flew out of my mind the moment I laid eyes on Leeva in the main room of Hedon.
She turns slowly, purposefully showing off her body in the barely-there dress.
“You’ve been absent from Hedon. Or at least, I thought you had been.
” She looks pointedly at the mask gripped in my fist. “I saw a man in that mask last night and thought it might be you, but you didn’t stay to fuck that woman in the main room, so I had my doubts. ”
My jaw clenches, and I make myself relax. “Who I fuck, or where I fuck, isn’t your concern.”
Her face pinches. “That’s only a recent change.”
“No,” I grit. “It’s an always-has-been. We’re not exclusive and never have been.”
“You forget who introduced you to this world.” She spreads her arms wide and turns around. “Who your willing guide was.”
“You were,” I admit. “But that doesn’t give you any claim to me.”
“Who is she?”
“Not your concern,” I growl. The last thing I need is my past colliding with my present, or for Anais to act like some jealous, scorned lover and dig into who Leeva is.
“Army—”
“Leave.”
She takes a step back at the ferocity in that one word. “I’m sorry.” She wets her lips. “I didn’t mean to come off as territorial. I’m just taken aback. You’re not acting like yourself.”
“Regardless, the order to leave my private room still stands.”
“You’re fucking her tonight in this room?” Her eyes fly open in surprise, then narrow. “You never use this room. What makes her so special?”
“Again, I owe you no explanation. Now leave.”
She tries a different tactic and walks toward me, sultry and seductive. I catch her wrist before she touches me and push her back.
“So this is how it is,” she accuses. “You’re shelving me while you have your latest fucktoy.”
“I want no one but her.” The words are out before I can stop them, but they’re true.
“For how long?”
“Leave,” I order instead of answering. The answer is forever.
That pinched look on her face is back, but then it smooths away, and Anais struts toward the door. “I’m more than happy to share.”
“I’m not yours to share.”
Fury passes over her face as she looks over her shoulder at me, but then she stamps it down.
“Goodbye, Anais.”
There’s a finality to my words and tone that she doesn’t miss. Her shoulders stiffen, but she finally opens the door to leave. However, she pauses after opening it.
“He’s completely worn out,” she says, and I snap my head to the door, watching her adjust her dress. “Better luck next time, sweetheart. Go find yourself some new dick.”
Fuck.
I put on my mask and rush to the door.
Once I get into the hallway, Leeva is running through the exit at the end.
Anais smiles triumphantly, but I ignore her as I race after the woman I love, who thinks I just finished fucking someone else.