“Worried?” He asked with dark humor.

Suddenly, he was ripped off of me and thrown to the floor. Dullahan stood over him with rage simmering through his entire body, his eyes ablaze with the unquenchable fires of Hell.

20

Lorcan was on the bed, a series of bloody bite marks on his thighs. Puca glared up at me from the ground, his chin raised high in pride at what he’d done.

“I should kill you,” I said.

“You won’t,” he said back and it made me angry because it was true. All my big threats for Puca were hot air. I turned towards Lorcan, looking at the bites on his thighs. He was naked with his legs spread, looking like a temptation. His tan skin and muscled stomach drew in my eyes. His black and red eyes were a little wide in shock as I loomed nearby, his hands gripping the blanket as he stared at me as if waiting for me to do something to him. Not covering up, not looking away, not closing his legs.

God, he wanted me to do something.

“I told you to stay away from Puca,” I snapped at him and his wide eyes narrowed, his mouth growing hard–angry at me reprimanding him.

“I can make my own choices.”

“Look how that worked out,” I said, motioning towards his legs. He glared at me, his jaw grinding. Finally, he tugged the blanket over himself and jerked his head away from me. I turned back to Puca who was still naked on the ground. He smirked at me in a challenge. A look that said: I hurt your thing, now what are you going to do?

“You masochistic little shite,” I hissed, going to my knees and grabbing his shirt. His eyes widened as I bent him over. “You think I don’t know what this is?” I growled, tugging my zipper down and pulling myself out. Puca laughed, giving a wide, toothy smile. He was on his knees, his cheek smashed into the floor as I held him bent over. He didn’t fight at all, just dragged his tongue across his lips in delighted anticipation.

“You are simultaneously the most difficult and most easy creature to control,” I grumbled, gripping my cock in my hand. It was already hard because I was a sick twisted fuck. It had hardened to steel the moment I opened the door and saw Puca’s teeth sinking into Lorcan’s thighs. I hadn’t even stopped him at first, just stood there with blood rushing to my cock. Puca had looked up at me with a smile before sinking his teeth back in, hard enough to make Lorcan begin to panic.

He knew I was there, knew I was watching, and knew how pissed it would make me to see his threats. Puca sometimes had to wave his big dick around, remind everyone that he wasn’t tameable, he wasn’t human, and he could turn on you so you'd better give him the respect he thought himself entitled to.