As much as Puca despised being underestimated and despised all authority, what he despised most was not getting what he wanted. Puca, plain and simple, was pitching a fucking fit because he wanted Lacey. He was pitching a fit that he got caught. And he was pitching a fit because I’d flexed my authority and had the audacity to tell him no.

“You need to be reminded of your place, don’t you Puca?” I growled, pressing the head of my cock to his ass.

“Maybe I do,” he agreed, giving a teasing clench. I snorted. Puca was weak to his desires. He was wild and insisted on doing his own thing but the moment pleasure came sniffing he buckled at the knees and fell.

“Time to kneel,” I said to him, looking up at the bed where Lorcan still lounged. I wanted him to see because the kid had a lot of thoughts about himself and about me that he was wrong about. He thought I was some savior, nice and gentle. That he had to hide things from me. That I wouldn’t understand what it’s like to be a demon.

Perhaps I wasn’t a demon but I was Dullahan and it was time his rose-colored glasses were torn off his pretty little head. I looked back down at Puca, gripping his neck tightly with my large hand, squeezing a little too hard as I recalled the way Lorcan told him his bites hurt and a look of fear flashed in his eyes. If I hadn’t come, would Puca have tried to take a real bite?

He certainly had planned that with Lacey. He had intentioned from the start to murder her, sink his sharp teeth into her flesh and chew her down, every bit of her in his belly.

Puca wasn’t like today’s cute, cuddly wereanimals. Puca was an ancient god and those were never packaged up all nice and cute. Underneath all the false identities was something wicked and vicious, a primal beast that existed before man, before me even.

And now it was my duty to remind him that I controlled the situation. That I was the leader of this group regardless of whether any of us wanted or liked that fact. I know I certainly liked to pretend I wasn’t the one in charge but that nearly cost Lacey her life. I couldn’t keep ignoring responsibility or she might end up dead. If Puca did that, I’d drag his fucking soul to hell to rot. I wouldn’t be capable of forgiving him for it.

I gripped his ass in rough handfuls and began pressing inside. Puca was already loose and wet enough for me to work my way in. Lorcan had fucked him then and now I was using his come as lube to fuck the same hole. Christ. I ground my teeth and the first barbell on my shaft popped in.

I’d never fucked Puca when he was a man but I had fucked Puca before. They had been a woman then, a beautiful waif with long orange hair that looked even wilder with her glowing golden eyes. She had been a Celtic witch and Puca had been deflated that they were her as if the act of becoming her had depressed more than invigorated. Which is how we found each other together for a while. Puca had been seeking comfort from the one being they couldn’t become.