My lips quirked as he inhaled for the truth. “I slapped him damn hard.”
He grunted, eyes flicking to my Lajaks disappearing into their room, then back to me, his gaze flicking down to my breasts, staring possessively. “Exclusive means those are,” his wolf huffed quietly, “mine until one of us ends this, so unless you want someone dead, I would suggest you aren’t foolish enough to slip into another individual’s bed who wants to fuck you.” Navy eyes to mine. “You are young, but you’re not stupid…so try to fucking remember, men are mainly shit, and will tell just about any pretty little lie to accomplish their goal…but…most importantly,” he bent low, leveling his glowing gaze on mine, “you chose to enter into an exclusive relationship with me, one of the deadliest fucking men on this planet, and considering the fact I don’t do fucking exclusive…and the fact that I now am means…I am,” his eyes narrowed, growling on a breath, “possessive as hell.”
I stood very still, holding his gaze as steadily as I could, truly grasping the fact—hell, I had read his file—what he said was very true, and the look in his eyes told me he wasn’t lying about the never “doing” exclusion and possessive bit.
Navy blue’s flicked between my eyes, and his lips curved cruelly. “Ah, I believe what you’re having are what others call an epiphany.” My jaw clenched at his taunting, and a soft, deep chuckle reverberated from within his chest. “Want to change your mind now, my spirit bitch?”
My lips thinned as I actually thought about it, because this was a very dangerous boundary to step over with this man, but I eventually shook my head slightly. “No.” I knew I wanted to be exclusive with him, even the ass that he was currently being. “I hate you, but I want you to myself.” I tilted forward, our noses touching, and breathed on a hiss, “And you should also remember I have one hell of a possessive streak. What’s mine, is fucking mine. Anyone takes it, and they’re fair game.”
“Then we understand each other.” Jaw muscles ticked. “And don’t fucking do that again.” His eyes flicked behind me to the door, then back to me. “He’s damn lucky King Zeller was here to help calm me.”
I nodded once. “I caught that.” I tilted my head toward his door. “We should probably go inside.”
He shook his head, tilting it to the door behind me. “Too much time has passed for us to be out here alone. Go back in your room and get your bag. You can say that’s what we were doing when we go back inside.”
Ah, good plan. And so, I did.
“Jesus,” King Collins muttered grumpily, half slur, smacking at my hand. “Just a few more minutes…”
My lips trembled fiercely before I straightened, then shouted at the top of my lungs in an overly merry tone, “It’s time to rise and shine, my Lajaks.” All their eyes flew open, half shooting up on the trundle beds the hotel had supplied, since the two doubles hadn’t covered a group of eight men. I clapped my hands loudly, trying not to laugh at these powerful men’s grumpy as hell expressions—not to mention, major bedhead. “It’s a beautiful day outside!” I threw the curtains open, hearing them grunt or curse, throwing hands up in front of their eyes. “Time to face the day with,” I grinned, “smiles.”
Sin groaned, falling back onto the mattress I had shared with him. “Pure, you are not, love.” He threw the blanket over his head. “Evil has taken you over.”
I chuckled quietly, and stepped up onto the mattress and started bouncing on it, but spoke to the other Lajaks, even as Sin griped on a whine, his body shaking under the blanket from the motion. “You all thought it was such a good idea to take on the spirits representatives.” I shook my head, hopping a bit to the right when Sin raked a hand out the blanket trying to knock me down. “I hope you have all learned your lesson.”
It…had been a…massacre…of “Royal” proportions.
Cain grunted from behind me. He had claimed the trundle bed next to Sin’s and my double—a safe foot of space between the two—when almost all of them had staggered to bed in the early hours. “Do not include me in that assessment.” His wolf huffed. “I felt like a damn babysitter by the end of the night.” A pillow bashed the back of my head while I bounced before falling to the bed almost tripping me. “And Prodigies do not bounce on beds, wearing only a towel, in front of their betters.”
Elder Farrar grunted, snuggling under his covers. “A little towel, at that.”
“While I’ve showered,” I continued bouncing—being me, tightening said towel, even as Sin’s head popped out from the covers—being Sin, trying to see under it, but I hopped to the end of the bed, effectively still annoying him, but keeping those emerald green eyes from spying my goods. “You all still reek of liquor and smoke and shame from the embarrassing beating you took by a bunch of relatively young spirit Elementals.” I twisted in the air, twirling all the way around, enjoying myself immensely, even though my topic was sound. “While I may have come out ahead, and Elder Merrick, at least, came out even,”
A wolf’s indignant huff. “Two hundred ahead.”
“—anyway, even though it wasn’t a complete loss, what have you all learned from this experience?”
My King groaned, pulling a pillow over his head. “Stay away from the vodka here.”
Elder Samson groaned, rubbing at his eyes. “No shit.” He appeared vaguely ill while watching me jump. “That had to be homemade, damn moonshine.” He burped quietly, his face paling, waving a hand at me. “Quit that.”
I only jumped higher. “What everyone learned was…?” I waited, leaping back and forth over Sin’s covered feet.
King Zeller tumbled out of bed, practically crawling toward the window, growling, “That you aren’t sleeping in our room anymore.”