“You’re pretty,” Remington said. Lorcan crouched beside him and Remington strained to get closer. Lorcan snatched his gun and then stood back up, tossing the weapon on the bed before his red eyes flicked up and settled on me and Lacey.

“Oh Puca, look what you’ve done,” the demon purred in delight, taking long strides towards us. Remington popped up, grabbing up his detached arm, and scrambling from the room.

“Get him!” I insisted but Lorcan didn’t seem to even remember Remington existed as he eyed Lacey.

“You came inside her,” Lorcan said in a rasp. His hand wrapped around my soft cock. It hardened in his hand as he leaned forward, pressing his mouth to my ear. “Let me taste it,” he whispered and I shuddered and nearly fell over.

“But…the cowboy,” I said, losing focus as he stroked me while eyeing Lacey. His forked tongue flicked out over his mouth.

Dullahan came rushing into the room, a day late and a dollar short, looking like he had just woken up. Half his hair was sticking straight up on one side, drool still clinging to his chin.

“What happened?” He slurred out. I pushed Lorcan away and turned to Lacey, getting her out of the ropes and restraints.

“Lorcan had the hitman but fucked it up like I said he would,” I snapped. I was irritated that Remington was still out there, knowing he was after what was mine. Lacey was on the hit list and he was gunning for her. We had the chance to end it and lost it.

“Oh, now you give a shit?” Lorcan snapped back.

“Don’t act like you know what I give a shit about,” I said as I helped Lacey out of the swing.

“You don’t care about anything,” Lorcan hissed. Lacey’s eyes flicked back and forth between us.

“He’s been trying to fuck me all week,” I tattled. Dullahan groaned in annoyance.

“Well, he’s trying to fucking eat Lacey!” Lorcan yelled in response. That dropped like a lead weight in water, sinking rapidly into the dark, silent depths of this room. I looked over at Dullahan.

“I—” I broke off in a nervous laugh. “What? Eat? What?” I forced some more laughter out.

“I owe you something for attempting to take a bite out of me,” Lacey purred with a deceptively pleasing voice. She tugged her dress back over her head, leaving me the only naked one in the room, then smiled at me. What was she going to do?

She pulled her hand up and slapped me hard across the face. I pressed my palm against the stinging skin and rubbed at it.

“That’s fair,” I said. “Glad that it is all settled—AHH!” Dullahan tossed me against the wall and I fell to the floor.

“I focking knew it!” He yelled.

“No, you didn’t,” I grumbled, picking myself off the ground. Dullahan pulled his boot back to kick me and I transformed into a cat because no one kicks a cat. Well, except Dullahan apparently. His boot sent me sailing in cat form across the room. I hit the wall and fell, transforming into Viktor before I hit the ground.