Chapter 39
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Levette
I could feel Warren’s eyes on me before I even looked up.
There was something devastating about being attuned to someone who was no longer yours.
I had tried to believe that the time apart would have severed the bond between us, and I had been so very wrong.
A century apart had only driven the monster within me mad, and having him back and always around was driving me to the point of insanity.
So often I found myself thinking of those lewd images he’d sent, the way he had panted and writhed in pleasure.
We both knew he had been picturing me; that was why he ‘accidentally’ sent it through the bond.
His twisted little trick had worked, though, and I had been unable to get it out of my mind.
Neither of us had mentioned it, but the atmosphere between us had changed afterward.
Whenever he was near, my entire body felt like it was on high alert, and the only thing that would calm me would be fucking Warren and reclaiming all the parts of him that anyone else had ever touched.
Looking up from my desk, I saw Warren leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed.
There was a ghost of a smile playing on his lips, like there was a secret he wasn’t sharing with me.
I motioned for him to come in, admiring the tight fit of his pants over his ass as he turned to close the door behind him.
He saw me looking but said nothing, walking closer to the desk. His long hair had been tied up in a spiky bun on the back of his head, revealing all his sharp angles and pale skin. It made my mouth water to look at him.
“Are you busy?” he asked, though it looked like he didn’t care whether I was or wasn’t.
I shrugged, fidgeting with my sleeve. Slowly, I rolled it further up until it fit around my bicep, taking care to make the other one match. Warren eyed the movement, clearing his throat when he realized I was aware.
“Je suis toujours occupé. What’s the matter?”
“Have you heard from Lena?” He let out a frustrated sigh when I shook my head. The devious little witch had been missing in action for over a month, no communication with either of us. I was worried, too, but I wasn’t going to offer that information up. “I’m worried about her, Levy.”
He was right to be concerned; that much I knew.
Lena never went completely off-grid, and it was troublesome that Vasile had turned up looking for her, even though they always knew her whereabouts.
On the other hand, I knew how tough Maggie was—there was little that could take her out.
If she was incommunicado, she had a good reason for it.
“You have to trust her. She will contact us when she’s ready.”
Warren huffed, walking over to the glass windows and looking down at the empty club. There were a few hours to go until the doors opened, so it was just us in a very empty building. If only Warren was willing, we could make great use of the lack of interruption.
“What if Vasile keeps coming around?”
The dangerous, dark part of me wanted to growl at hearing Warren say another man’s name.
Logically, I knew it was psychotic, but even with rational thinking, I found that I didn’t care.
My resolve was once again snapping. The longer we spent in each other’s presence, the more every part of me was starved for him.
I got up from my desk and went to stand behind him at the windows. I could see our reflection, the way he tensed up by my nearness. But beneath that, I could feel how much he wanted me, too. We were damned together, we were damned apart—I wanted to say fuck salvation and let us burn together.
“You think I would not protect you?” I asked, watching him in the glass.
Warren blew out a breath as I stepped closer, pressing myself against him. I was playing with fire, and I desperately wanted to get burned.
“Who said I need protection?” Warren snapped, no real bite to his tone. I knew he was trying to keep those guards up, but if we were both being honest, they had crumbled the second he’d come home to me. “I can handle myself.”
“Then why are you crying over Lena like she can’t handle herself?”
“Because she is my friend—our friend—and I’m concerned. Aren’t you?”
I smirked, leaning in so that my lips hovered on the back of his neck. “I am concerned, but not about Lena. She’s more than capable of looking after herself. I am, however, worried about you. You seem stuck in your head, and it is maddening.”
Warren sighed as though he was annoyed, yet he stayed perfectly still as I pressed my lips against his skin. I felt both our bodies relax at the contact, and my plan of action clicked into place.
“You know,” I whispered against his skin, “I’m your boss. You have to do as I say.”
“Technically, Lena is my boss,” Warren rebutted, his voice breathy as he spoke.
“Ah, that’s where you’re wrong. The deeds to this place are in my name, cher.
You work for me. And I have to say,” I paused, letting my tongue dart out to lick slowly up the column of his throat.
He shivered in response, unintentionally leaning further into me.
“You seem…distracted. That will not do. There must be consequences for your less-than-perfect work ethic of late.”
I spun him around, pushing him back against the glass. He bit his lip and I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I had dreamt of kissing him for years, remembering his taste and how it felt to call him mine. Would he finally allow me that opportunity again?
“Consequences?” he choked out, swallowing audibly.
I nodded, letting my eyes roam over the length of his body, smirking at the very apparent reaction he was having to me.
My pants were equally as tight.
“I don’t know whether to fuck you, fire you, or fight you. The first seems like a reward,” I mused aloud, slowly unbuttoning my shirt. “I don’t think you deserve a reward right now. Should I tell you how to make it up to me? How to be my star employee again?”
Warren’s fists clenched and unclenched at his sides, his pupils blown as he watched me. He nodded slowly, but I wasn’t going to give in that easily.
“Use your words, mon cher. Tell me what you want.”
“Tell me what to do, Levy.”
I grinned and walked over to my desk, plopping down in my luxurious chair. With his eyes still glued to me, I unclasped my belt and unbuttoned my pants. Leaning back, I clasped my hands behind my head and looked at him with a raised brow.
“You’re going to come over here and clear your mind. Put that mouth to good use and show me what you learned while we were apart.” I couldn’t help but let some of the venom drip into my words as I added, “Show me what tricks your whores taught you.”
Warren’s eyes flared in irritation, yet he walked over to me anyway without hesitation.
We had both vastly underestimated what it would mean to work together, and what it meant to pretend our love had faded.
I knew that neither of us were quite ready to recognize that yet, so all we could do was fuck the frustration out and after Warren’s last little show, nobody else was going to get that opportunity.
He was mine, even if I wasn’t allowed to declare that again.
Dropping to his knees before me, Warren reached into my boxers and pulled me free. Like a man starved, he leaned forward to capture the precum off my tip with his tongue, moaning at the taste.
He wrapped his lips around my cock, taking me into his mouth and using his saliva to coat my skin. I rested my head on the back of my chair and watched as he pulled all the way back to the tip, swirling his tongue around my head, before bobbing his head to take me deeper.
Warren worked me like he was desperate for the taste, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I wanted to run my fingers through his hair or grab his bun and guide his movement, slowing him before he made me come, but it was useless—I was putty in his now very well-educated hands.
Before long, my fangs were out, and I wanted nothing more than to pierce his porcelain skin and mark my territory. But Warren, my talented monster, sucked my cock like his life depended on it until I roared, exploding into his mouth.
He gulped it down like blood and laughed gently against me, which only served to stir arousal within me again. When he pulled away, he wiped the corners of his mouth and sat back, leaning on his hand. Looking up at me, I was reminded again why I had fallen in love with him that first night.
Warren was an angel, and I was the demon corrupting him. The problem was, I knew I would never give him up again.
“Employee of the month, right?” Warren snarked, his chest heaving as he watched me. The swirl of his emotions barreled into me, and I could feel that he had enjoyed our little display of debauchery as much as I had.
I smirked at him, tucking myself back into my pants. “Of the week, at most.”
November, 2025 (New Orleans)
The barriers between us had broken down some, and I was left even more confused.
Our relationship consisted of messy touches and divine blowjobs when the tension became too much, but there was still a very clear line drawn in the sand between us.
We had made promises to Lena that we were determined to keep, and I knew that should have mattered above all else…
but it didn’t. Especially with Lena falling off the face of the planet, I grew more irritated by the day, and the only thing that would cure my complicated emotions was Warren.
Warren seemed more on edge as the months passed without hearing from Lena. His somewhat erratic moods reminded me of the blasted curse that had been placed on us, but I could see that this was different.