"Seriously—"
We had hit the highway and he floored it. The motor hummed and I smiled. I was pressed back against the cool leather seat, my hands instantly going to it for balance, as if it would help. I sat like that, listening to the motor until I looked back over at him. The smile left my face instantly.
"Stop looking at my boobs!" I said more sharply than I wanted to.
"I don't play with my food," he said calmly.
"I am not your food," I said through clenched teeth.
"If I wanted you, that fucking spell on your neck would do little to stop it from happening I assure you of that."
My hand flew up to the back of my neck, my fingers trailed over the white ink that was invisible to the naked eye. "How did you know it was there?" I asked uncertain I wanted the answer.
"I watched you sleep," he replied unamused or affected by my surprise at his words that showed all over my face. He turned his head and stared directly at me as his foot pressed down further on the gas pedal, pushing the speed even faster on the deserted highway.
Disturbing, he actually watched me sleep and I hadn't even noticed he was inside my bedroom. The ward inside the bedroom should have stopped anyone not marked as one of our group. The one for the apartment was only to ward or restrain anyone intent on harming us. Still, it set my nerves to fried just thinking about how long he'd been inside my room and I'd been naked since I'd gone to bed too tired to care.
The car decelerated and started pulling off the highway which caused my attention to jump back to where I was and who I was with. There was nothing but pine trees on both sides of the highway as far as I could see, the road was still deserted, but he pulled off anyways onto the soft shoulder.
"If you brought me all this way, just to drop me off in the middle of bum-fuck-nowhere, think again," I warned, irritated that we'd stopped.
"Get out of the car. We need to discuss some things before we hit Darklands."
Darklands? No freaking way! Sidhe Darklands was an exclusive by invitation-only club owned by Mister Highn-ass himself. It wasn't somewhere I had ever wanted to go either. I fumbled at the door, but he was out and around the car with those Fae freaky movements of super-speed before I could continue to fumble for more than a second. The door was lifted and I glared up into his beautifully etched face.
I stood smoothing out invisible lines from my jeans and I waited, for what I had no clue. When he stepped closer to me, I stepped back only to fall on my ass inside the car at an awkward angle. He grinned, amused.
"They told me you were one of their best, I'm beginning to think they lied," he growled now unamused with my reaction.
"They told me you were taller, guess they lied to me too," I instantly regret it, it was lame to say.
I stood up again, my hands fisted at my sides, frustrated with my own nervous reaction to him.
"I need to put my scent on you Synthia," his evil little smirk came back.
"Excuse me? Is that some lame-ass Fae joke?" I cringed.
"My club is invitation only," he said, as if I didn't already know that, everyone knew that.
"And?"
"And you are either owned...or food, so if you want to take your chances and come in as a free agent, be my guest. But those who come in unclaimed are unprotected."
"Which means?" I asked already twirling the implications of that inside my over active mind.
"Which means, if another Fae claimed you...he could make you his bitch," his voice had lowered on the last word.
"And if I allow you to claim me...then I’m your bitch?" I wasn't doing this, I hated the Fae. They used humans as food and while a lot of other creatures did as well, his kind could leave a shell behind of whomever they fucked.
"You work for me Synthia, you are already my...bitch," he replied coldly, deadly, chills ran over my skin and my heart sunk to meet my toes on the dirt that I stood upon.
"I. Am. Not. You’re. Any-Fucking-Thing!"
"You will be," he said with an air of confidence that only pissed me off more.
"You wish. I won't sleep with you. Period! If I wanted dick, I'd take it. And yours is so not on the list of dicks I'd take, buddy."
"If I wanted you Witch, you'd crawl to me. Begging for release..." he stopped talking, his eyes doing that Fae-fuck glow thing again. And then I was. Crawling, in the freaking dirt no less!