“Tell me,” he demanded and I shivered.

“Yes. I was,” I hissed.

“You’ve done it more than once, haven’t you? You’ve been lying to us. You said you couldn’t get in her place, that her luck kept you out. That even if you did get in she’d toss you out.” He stepped closer again and there was a hot breath on my neck. If he expected me to have restraint in this situation then his expectations of me were too high.

“Back up,” I said softly in a whispered warning. My face was hot and my fingers ached as I gripped the bar harder. He stilled behind me and I thought that was it, he’d realize I wanted him and dart away. Except the power kept radiating behind me, rolling across my skin like practiced fingers.

I jerked in shock when his hand wrapped around my neck, digging into the sides and pushing me forward roughly into the plexiglass. I looked at his reflection in front of me and saw horns on Lorcan’s head.

“No, Puca. I don’t think I will back up,” he said, voice deeper than before. He sounded confident and entertained, like a different person.

“Fuck,” I breathed out, pressing my hands flat against the plexiglass. It wasn’t Lorcan anymore…it was the demon. I'd seen glimpses, little flashes. Dullahan said it wasn’t really a different person but that didn’t matter right now. Lorcan had restraint that the demon didn’t.

“Fuck?” He purred. “Is that what I need to do to get the answers from you? Such a naughty boy you’ve been,” he said before clicking his tongue. It burned where he touched me, the sensation dripping and spreading across my skin until I felt so hot I wanted to tear my clothes off. It was painful between my legs, aching and twitching. Breath poured from my mouth, my hands growing slick against the plexiglass, my fingers curling and uncurling, unable to stay still.

“Aww, where’s the big bad creature now? Where’s all the threats?” He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. “All I hear is the pathetic whimpers of someone begging to be touched.” He laughed. He and I were a bad enough idea that I decided to at least try to stop the momentum.

“Lorcan,” I snapped like Dullahan did sometimes. He stilled for a moment and I thought it worked but then he began to vibrate, a laugh spilling from his mouth. With one hand still on my neck, he slid the other across my hip, fingers brushing my erection.

“Bad boys get punished, Puca. You’ve been very bad, lying and sneaking off. We could have had Lacey already.” He took a moment to groan in my ear about that. I knew he was thinking of fucking her and a noise came from my mouth, my hips bucking against the fingers dancing across my pants. My head was swimming and I was forgetting why I didn’t want to be too attached to him. That I was terrified he had the power to control me if I let him in my pants.