damned if he was leaving her with all those naked men and Kris, so
he’d sent her on her way. He tried to recall an end of solstice
ritual that had gone worse.
leaned forward to fire up the purring engine of his favorite girl.
their more rambunctious fucks made his cock twitch and a shiver run
down his spine. He couldn’t shake the feeling or lose the lovely
taste of her. He sat back for a moment and wondered what would happen
if she didn’t bring the perfect man home for the holiday. Who
started this ritual and why, when the stars and planets aligned just
so, did they need it? Would their world, as they knew it really go to
hell in a handbasket?
hand on the gearshift. Before he could shift gears and let out the
clutch, a thud shook his vehicle and him down to his ancient bones.
battle with whatever it was that had harmed his vehicle.
his arms and looked to the heavens, pushed back his sleeves and
started to unleash a spell that would level an entire modern city
block. But when he caught the eye of the already scared valet, he
opted to grab the gangly goose by its fat legs and toss it toward the
hotel staff now gathered at the curb. An angry flying goose sent his
gawkers scurrying. He slipped back into the driver’s seat and took
off, spinning the tires as he floored the gas.
smoke. A drink at his favorite high-end gentlemen’s club would be
just the thing to take his mind off of this whole ordeal—and
Wynter, who seemed to be getting under his skin more than usual. He
was at the club before he knew it. This valet knew how to handle his
baby. Michael handed him the keys and an extra hundred dollar bill.
outside with a clip board, unhooked the rope and stepped aside.
He found that odd. A soft brush at his elbow made him flinch and turn
a moment, he found himself breathless.
midnight-black hair smiled a slow, evil smile. A perfectly arched
eyebrow rose at his question.
charm the life from a man if he wasn’t careful. Thankfully,
Michael’s humanity had almost been fully stripped from him but the
Morgan still had an effect on him.
him like almost no one else could.
little hound from hell comes through, then I’ll be sated… for a
while. Now let me show you to your suite.”
who owned it before me didn’t know how to negotiate, nor did he
know how to take care of his property. The staff, especially the
girls, were miserable.” She walked to the bar and took out a
highball glass and filled it with two fingers of dark amber liquid.
“Now that they’re being paid a proper wage and someone actually
takes care of them, I’ve attracted some of the finest talent
a sip. “That’s good scotch.”
it’ll pickup and when it does, enjoy the show.”
progress. Morgan had sent a bartender to keep the drinks flowing. No
matter how much he drank he couldn’t quit thinking about Wynter.
His exclusive bartender, a voluptuous redhead with the bluest eyes
he’d ever seen, left no doubt that she was his, all of her, for the
night. He wondered what the hell had gone wrong with him; he’d
never pass up an invitation like that. Back a few months ago, he’d
have fucked her until she screamed for mercy. Wynter never screams
for mercy… He shook his head; what had his little hound from
hell done to him? What transpired between him and her family was
business, and he needed to stay focused. She had to find a man, and
his homage to Morgan had to be fulfilled.
and busy. The girls were making money hand over fist, and the drinks
were clearly flowing if the large number of topless waitstaff he saw
weaving through the crowd was any indication. Along with the throngs
of people out on the floor, he leaned forward in his chair in
anticipation as the lone stage light and the spotlight moved over the
in his private suite. There were now nine ladies dancing on each of
the stages, but one had now taken previously empty center stage.
entire crowd was mesmerized as she moved like a tigress. As the first
scarf floated to the stage floor, he came to his feet. His eyes
traced the dancer’s lithe body, and his dick instantly went to a
full, painful, rock-hard erection. As the remaining scarves she wore
fell one by one to the stage, the men at her feet fought over them.
new, bewitching beauty. Something about her held him like no one else
could. Her lower face was covered by a veil, and when he got closer,
their eyes locked. She made him feel as if she was dancing for him
and him alone. He tore his gaze away from her hypnotic eyes and
watched her delicate hand pluck a scarf from her hip. The unique
tattoo on her hip was unusual and he took a closer look.