“Doesn’t it take time to plan a party?” Ciarah asked as she stood inside the front entrance of the clubhouse and watched Reece hollering at a few hang-arounds to put some white lights up outside. That was about as fancy as we ever got around here.
Kegs were brought in, special order, too. Regular beer was close enough to water for humans. If we wanted to get drunk out here, we’d need something with an extra kick to it. Fortunately there was no shortage of suppliers for faerie wine in the state. We could get it anywhere.
“Not this kind of party,” Arlo growled, looking ticked off at having to spend the night in the same bed as a beautiful, willing woman. What an idiot. Just looking at him right now made me seriously consider freezing all the useless cum in his balls. Not only would it hurt, but it’d be more suitable if he were nut-less considering the way he was acting. “Booze, tobacco, pot, maybe a little coke, and a bunch of beautiful girls and that’s about all we need to have a good time.”
Ciarah’s back got stiff as she turned around to look at Arlo, her eyes flashing with that beautiful otherness that made my hands curl into fists at my sides. I’d never seen anything more … perfect in my life. They were endless, depthless … ancient.
“Didn’t we already have this conversation, Arlo?” she asked, her voice as cold as ice. That made me smile. There wasn’t a damn person on this planet that knew cold and ice quite like I did. “Your cock belongs to me until I say otherwise.”
“I’m not your pet,” Arlo snarled back, getting up close to the small woman like he wished he could fight her the way he’d do to any other man in this clubhouse. The only problem with Ciairah was … he knew he would lose. “You’ve taken my room, and now you’re what? Trying to swipe my fucking dignity?”
“You’re the horned god and I’m the goddess and I’ll have my males as I please.”
Arlo laughed, a strange caustic sort of sound. The odd thing was, he was clearly sporting a rigid dick inside his jeans. The hard tent in his pants made that ridiculously obvious. He wanted this girl and yet, he was playing games.
What bullshit.
“You can have my cock if you want it,” I said, and the room went quiet. I heard Caley chuckling behind the bar, wiping down glasses and pretending not to be involved in the conversation when she was soaking up every word.
Ciarah turned slowly to look at me, her face ferine and liquid, a mask of power and old memories and want.
“I’m claiming the men I want before the party,” she says, and her voice was only half Ciarah. The other half, echoing beneath it with undeniable authority was clearly the Veil Keeper.
“As is her right, Arlo,” Fionn said as he stepped in the back door with Donal following close behind him. They’d had an officers only meeting at church today, but god only knew why. Ciarah should’ve been invited to that, welcomed into the chapel with open arms. In a traditional MC, women weren’t allowed anywhere near the club’s most important meeting place. But we weren’t a regular club, and we knew better than to relegate women to whores and housewives.
Feminine power was mighty.
And I could see an endless amount of it pouring from Ciarah’s face.
“The Veil Keeper chooses her lovers from within the Wild Hunt. If you don’t like it, then leave. Walk out dat door right now and hop your ass on dat bike, see if dere’s somewhere safe from a goddess’ bed.”
Donal and Fionn both laughed, and I could hear Reece guffawing from outside.
Arlo was so pissed that his glamour flickered, and I could see the horns on top of his head as clear as day. He squeezed his hands into fists by his sides and closed his eyes for a long moment before opening them again.
“Fine, I’ll keep my hands off the Willing Hunt,” he said with a rude smirk, using the derogatory name for the clubwhores that the boys liked to toss around. “But you better give Reece a talking to if you’re interested in him. The man doesn’t know how to keep his dick in his pants.”
Ciarah’s nostrils flared as she ignored Arlo’s nagging and turned to face me.
“I’ll accept your offer; I want your cock.”
“I’ll bet you do,” Arlo said with a sneer, and then Ciarah was turning and sweeping her arm wide. The magic behind the movement sent the Lord of Spring flying toward the back wall, through the window, and outside. I could hear his body hit the water and raised both brows in response.
Ciarah was panting, almost shaking as she stared at her palm in awe and I heard a barrage of wild cursing from outside. Damn. The man had finally found a woman that could bite back. I wondered how he might take it?
What the fuck … I stared at the palm of my hand, unsure if I was in awe of myself or horrified that I'd just so casually tossed a man—a god—through a window. Surely that qualified me for anger management classes or something.
If I could remember what the hell they were, maybe I'd know.
“Um.” I tucked my trembling hands under my armpits and tried my best not to chew my lip nervously. I was the damn Veil Keeper. The Veil Keeper should never show weakness to her subjects. “I think I might go change.” After all, the Louisiana Wolves were coming with their mysteriously handsome alpha and something told me I wanted to look good.
No, not good. Hot.
“Should I …” I frowned in the general direction of the swamp where Arlo could be heard swearing and cursing me like an enraged voodoo priestess.
“Nah, bebette.” Reece shook his head, having just seen the tail-end of my, er, discussion with Arlo. “You go on, let old Cernunnos cool down a tad, see?”
Still shaking slightly, I nodded and beat a hasty retreat back to Arlo's—my—room. Slamming the door behind me, I leaned my back against it and let out a long breath.
This dual personality was beginning to frighten me, and by the echo of unease I could feel inside my mind, it worried her too. We needed to get ourselves under control. Fast.
A light tap on my door startled me out of my thoughts and I jumped, spinning to open the door a crack.
“Hi.” Killian smiled at me with his arctic blue eyes and ran his hand through his scruffy black hair, almost as though he was nervous. Of what? Surely not me.
Then again, I had just tossed his friend with little more than a flick of my wrist.
“Hi, Killian.” I smiled back, opening the door wider.
“I thought you might need a hand picking out an outfit for tonight? I know you don't remember much of your former life, of any of your former lives, but I doubt any of them partied with bikers.” He said it with a small smirk and I wondered just what exactly a biker party entailed.
I'd soon find out though.