Bewitch(36)

Payne entered with Elissa tucked close to his side. The man swept his hand towards the deep blue couches encircling the fireplace.
“Do sit. I will be but a minute.” The man disappeared.
“What the freaking heck are you doing?” Elissa hissed.
“I need his scent and since you said that my grandfather had never met you, I figured it would be safe to meet him. Believe me, Sweetheart, I want nothing to do with the son of a bitch. As soon as I have his scent, we can find his room in the mansion, get what we came here for and get the fuck out.”
“I lied.”
Payne groaned. Why did his instincts have to have been right about that? He looked around the lushly furnished room, searching for a place where she could hide while he got a whiff of his grandfather. He needed somewhere safe, away from other incubi. They were near the end of the mansion, far from all the fucking, but it still set him on edge and made it hard to concentrate. There was a closed door off to his right. He focused there, panic setting in, trying to determine whether incubi were getting their ends away in that room too. No sign of life.
Payne grabbed Elissa’s hand and pulled her towards the door.
Someone appeared in the room behind him.
He whirled to face them, his heart lodged in his throat. Elissa kept her back to them. Relief blasted through him.
The man again.
“I am afraid the master is out and will not return until tomorrow.” He preened his dark unruly hair back and smiled. “I have arranged for a room for you. Will you stay the night?”
Payne noticed the way he didn’t look at Elissa. His blue and gold eyes remained rooted on him. Payne was still wrestling with the fact that his grandfather didn’t just live in this den, he ran it.
Everything in him screamed to refuse and get Elissa the hell away from the constant threat of danger. While he couldn’t control her, every incubus here could. He was damned if he was going to let them use their charms on her to get her into bed. She belonged to him.
He couldn’t leave though. It would look suspicious.
He forced himself to nod.
The man’s smile broadened. “Would you care to join us? There are many willing females here who would feed your every desire. You may enjoy them.”
Elissa’s nails dug into his hand and rage poured off her. Double interesting. His little witch was jealous.
“No, thank you. I would like to take my mate to our room.” Payne made himself smile when all he wanted to do was grimace. Elissa was going to leave marks.#p#分页标题#e#
The male eyed her and his lip curled. Payne had the feeling that a mate was not a valued thing in this den of iniquity. Everyone here seemed to be in a race to score the most number of conquests.
The man turned away and Payne pulled on Elissa’s hand, making her come with him. They followed the man back through the house, past the orgy that had Payne’s blood thundering and his eyes fixing on Elissa to kill the disturbing desire to join in, and up to the first floor. The man led them to the other end of the house, in a very quiet corridor.
Payne couldn’t sense anyone in the rooms around them. Relief surged through him, sharp and sweet. Maybe he would retain his sanity and be able to keep a lid on his dark urges to feed after all. He thanked the male with another tight smile and pushed Elissa into the room. She seemed pleased by the green theme that ran through it, from the walls to the covers on the four-poster bed, to the two armchairs in front of the cream marble fireplace. It was definitely a witch thing this time. He had heard they liked nature and nature was green.
He shut the door in the male’s face and leaned back against it, tracking her as she moved around the room, snooping at things on the mantelpiece and the wooden table near the armchairs. She disappeared into an adjoining room on his right. The bathroom. Pale green tiles and white porcelain.
Had the incubi bought this place or had they borrowed it from someone? Payne had never thought of that species as a particularly honest one. They had probably taken over the house by force.
He moved to his left and sat on the bed there, waiting for Elissa to emerge. When she did, she looked far happier than she had been in the reception room downstairs. She idly ran her fingers over everything she passed as she crossed the room to him.
He opened his knees and she settled between them, her hands coming to rest on his shoulders. His claimed her waist and he tilted his head back, silently telling her what he wanted from her. She smiled shyly and lowered her mouth towards his, angling her head at the same time. He groaned when she swept her lips across his, soft brushes that ignited his blood and had him hard in his jeans. He needed to feed again. Being around so much sexual energy had him hungry for another taste of his witch.