“Lorcan,” Dullahan said in warning.

“So authoritative,” I said sarcastically. “I like it though,” I rasped. The tip of my tongue rolled over my lips and he watched it so I leaned in. His unyielding lips didn’t move as I pressed mine to them. I licked one of his facial scars and then at the seam of his lips. Tentatively he opened up and I groaned at his permission, lavishing his tongue with the attention of mine.

The unsure kiss became burning hot. His palm moved from my chest to the back of my head, holding me to him. He kissed me back feverishly, gripping my neck tightly. Dullahan’s strength and desire made me groan into his mouth.

His tongue made rough demands, taking over the kiss. His lips pushed harder into mine and his mouth became greedier. I enjoyed his fierceful desire. He sucked on my tongue and my hands went to his hips, digging into his pants, tugging to get them off.

He pulled back from the kiss.

“What are you doing?” He asked. I ground my cock against his, my precum sliding onto his cock. God, I still couldn’t believe this. So many years of a wall between us. Of him building the defense up that it was forbidden somehow. That he was some type of guardian figure but I never saw him that way. Not entirely.

“What do you think I’m doing?” I said with a huffed laugh. The smell of his lust began to grow weaker.

“We aren’t fucking,” he said with authority.

“The hell we aren’t,” I growled.

“Lorcan—” he started. I snapped. I was so strained for more.

“You should be begging for it!” I roared. My power drifted up like thick red smoke from my skin, reaching out towards him. “I’ll make you beg for it,” I said with a cruel smile. In the next second, he grabbed me by the neck and was marching me from the room, pushing my head forward hard enough that I was practically walking in half.

“Get off me!”

“I’m living with a brothel of brats,” he grumbled in annoyance, tucking himself back in and zipping up as we headed towards the guest room.

“What are you doing!” I snarled. He wouldn’t throw me with Lacey, would he? I couldn't control the demon around her, not at all. “Look, I’m sorry. Please stop.” He ignored me, opened up the door, and locked it back with a key from the inside. She was in here. I knew she was. I could feel her presence even though my head was so far bent down I could only see my shoes.

Dullahan walked me towards the chains we’d installed in case we needed them for Lacey and my eyes widened as I understood.

“I don’t know if you’re losing control or getting better but today has been one big headache that you need to recover from before doing something stupid.” He pulled up a metal collar and clipped it around my neck, then pulled the shackles up and put them on my wrists. I sat on my knees on the floor looking up at him in shock.