“Don’t know.”
“Why not?”
“You cut everyone off from the camera feed in her rooms. Only you can view those feeds.”
“Interesting,” Vice said. “I think for the purpose of surveillance, we should all have eyes on her.”
I agreed but didn’t acknowledge his logic. “Thank you, Lore. I’ll see the feed later.”
“You mean now,” Vice said.
“I mean later.”
“Now. Dewlyn wants to know if it’s the same Reagan.”
“You’re in my house,” I reminded him. “If you wanted to boss me around, you should’ve taken the position Jamie offered you.”
Vice growled. Dewlyn fidgeted with her hair, then said, “I’m hoping to catch a lead on my sister.”
“And I’ll do everything I can. I’ve sent a hunting party already. When they find her, they’ll bring her to you.”
“If they find her,” Dewlyn said. “We’ve searched everywhere.”
“My hunters will find her.”
“I want you on this,” Vice said.
“Certainly.” After I found my mouse.
My priorities had changed since she’d come around. My city came secondary, my people came secondary, my duties came secondary. I wanted to fuck her. Lust for her pussy drove me insane, and it would be my doom. Not only mine, but the doom of my people too. Jamie would take them all under him. Most would rebel because of the history between our fathers.
I needed to find a place where I could think. This was my court, but I had a place in this city where I always felt more grounded.
My home.
Chapter Fourteen
Mayhem
I threw the house key on the living room table. It bounced and fell on the floor. Nothing had gone my way today. Bending to pick it up, I sniffed out my new carpet. Fuckers cleaned with a vanilla-scented cleaner. I didn’t do that flavor, and I’d requested cinnamon or anything spicy, just not vanilla. Clearly, housekeeping had a death wish.
I dropped the key on the table, stomped around it, and fell into my leather chair. The leg rest unfolded, and I reclined back, tucking my hands behind my head. Inhaling, I tried to relax but all that entered my lungs was the vanilla from the carpet. Fine!
I picked up the table and moved it to the hallway, then rolled up the damn carpet, opened the front door, and hurled it on the curb. Satisfied, I grunted. Back inside, I lounged in my chair and breathed in the house. A faint scent of vanilla lingered, but it would disappear soon enough.
After Dewlyn’s intrusion on my sacred grounds, I had the house thoroughly disinfected, made sure no stray red hairs lingered on the carpets or the bathrooms. About three months ago, she’d broken in here when she needed a place to stay in New City while she worked on robbing us of a key to a food storage place. Later, after she’d accepted her mating to Vice, we found out Men of Earth wanted the key, and she got set up.
Needless to say I couldn’t punish the intruder for tainting my home. I gave away the clothes I’d bought for my mate and replaced them with new clothes. This really pissed me off since I had them tailored to what I imagined my mate would look like. All soft curves and bouncy ass.
Unlike my mouse. Nothing bounced on her, except her tits.
At the thought of a handful of her tits, I scrubbed my face as if I could scrub her off me, scrub the memories from my brain of how she tasted and how she giggled. Also, I needed to quit calling her mine. She wasn’t mine, and she might be a mate to another. A growl erupted from my chest. My claws ripped into my chair.
I checked the damage. “Fuck.”
A weakness.
She was my weakness.
I had to give her away. And I couldn’t.
If only I could find my mate. She would make all this easy for me. If I ever laid eyes on her, I would never think of another. I wanted my mate. I wanted her now. I needed her now.
Leaning back, I closed my eyes and took several deep breaths to silence the annoying cricket clamoring on my front lawn. I entered the quiet dark space inside my head, the place where I go to mute my mating instinct. I filled it with images of my mate. My mate had big tits, an ass three times the size of mine, and a small mouth my dick would stretch as she sucked me dry. In my mind, she and I stood in the dark space. “There you are,” I told her. When I snapped my fingers and pointed to the floor, she knelt before me with her palms resting on her knees and facing upward.
Obedience.
Bliss.
My dick grew, and I pushed at it with the heel of my hand. In my mind, my mate—whose face I’d yet to put together—fumbled with unsnapping my kilt because she couldn’t wait to see what was underneath. I helped her, and when it dropped to the floor, she said, “Oh, Master, it’s so big.”