Kane stifles a grin, as if he enjoys my angry retort. Dice doesn't hold back his laughter. Reese doesn't seem impressed or amused by my words.
"Careful, pretty girl. An unclaimed mortal among our realm puts you in danger. Are you sure you're the only one who owns you?" Reese asks, narrowing his brown eyes at me as he awaits my answer.
I'm a witch. Not just a human. He can't fucking touch me. It's illegal, damn it.
"I—"
"As I said," Kane interrupts, "she's mine. Mortals can't claim themselves."
Reese smirks when he sees my deadly glare cast toward Kane, who ignores me completely. When I realize arguing will only make this situation worse, I bite my tongue. Later—I'll kick Kane's ass later for this.
I turn back to Reese to feel him out on a witch level. His aura is cloaked for the most part, hidden from my witch eyes, but I can still see the vibrantly colored scandalous inclinations he holds. He's done well not to act the least bit interested in me for any other reason than to slit my throat, but now I see it. Strangely enough, I see it on all of them—
lust? Surely I'm reading it wrong. I've not been on my game lately. Not to mention, people usually hide their emotions better than this.
All the wolves sniff the air in unison. It's almost comical to see a bunch of full grown men sniffing at nothing the way a dog would.
"Incubus, put it away," Reese says, exasperation i
n his tone as he swats the air.
Ah. That's why they're radiating lust.
Dice shrugs innocently. "It's not me. I haven't got it in me right now. I need to feast to leave a heady rush like the one in here. Did you guys bring a succubus? Because that's a female's tug, not a male's."
Reese rolls his eyes, not buying Dice's denial. I don't feel anything, but then again, I seem to be immune. Kane tugs at his shirt collar, proving the itch is finding him as well.
"Dice," I grumble. "Please."
"I swear it's not me."
Right. Jackass.
"Let's get this over with. Where's your dredger?" Kane asks, growing irritated with Dice and his leaking seduction.
I'm sure it's not too much fun to have someone filling the room full of an aphrodisiac when your girlfriend is the only female around. Not to mention, I'm literally surrounded by wolves.
"Very well," Reese says while clearing his throat and trying to shake off the lust-laced toxic air.
I'm really glad it's not bothering me. Dice closes his eyes as if he's studying his mind. I bet that's a really scary place to go—the mind of a moral-free incubus.
Kane disappears into the study, waving me off when I try to follow him. He really doesn't want me anywhere around the dredger. A hand on my back results in a squeal from my lips, and I leap away, unsure of what filthy mongrel is touching me. I sigh in relief when I see it's merely the wolf without fur. Dice.
"Don't sneak up on me in a room like this," I hiss, my eyes pointing to the robed brotherhood.
"Sorry," he chuckles, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Care to explain?"
"About why I don't want to feel strange hands on me in a room full of barbaric wolves who think of women as nothing more than property? Is that rhetorical?" I ask, half scoffing.
"No," he murmurs, his eyes narrowing while his I-know-a-secret grin grows. "Just curious as to why you're the one secreting succubus," he whispers, barely leaving the words loud enough to hear.
I cough out a laugh, drawing all the unwanted attention my way. The men stare at me, wondering about the reason behind my seemingly random outburst. Dice's eyebrows cock up, proving he's amused by my laughing denial.
He's lost his mind.
"Wrong, incubus. So, so wrong."
I continue laughing while moving away from him, shaking my head in comical disbelief. He'll say anything to get a rise out of someone.