All she had to do was arrange alone time for Tasha and Owen and let nature take its course.
“You’re not going to get away with this.”
Lilith froze.
She knew that voice, and it was as sexy as she remembered.
Pushing away from the building, she straightened and stared into the darkness of the alley. Remy Lemarchal was about five yards away just outside the pool of light from a security lamp.
“Why don’t you go back to your puppy?” she asked. “You shouldn’t leave him alone inside. He might shit on the floor and then I’d make you clean it up.”
“He’s no puppy, and well you know it or you wouldn’t have run out here.” He moved forward, edging into the light, and she saw why Misty had shimmied. Remy was still the hottest thing—magickal or not—she’d ever seen. His body had long, lean lines and supple strength that only looked slight in comparison to some thug of a were. It wasn’t smart to hang around him. He…did things to her. Aroused her in ways she didn’t like to think about any more than she wanted to know what he looked like when he shifted.
Witches and water, salt or fresh, were a lousy combination. However, it was just twisted enough to fit her strange life that she’d be attracted to a lyr.
Didn’t mean she had to give in to every little itch. Thank Fate for the modern age and batteries.
“What do you want?” she asked without bothering to soften her annoyance.
“Nothing from you,” he said.
“Then you won’t mind if I go back inside. Unlike some people, I work for a living.” She turned to go, but an implacable force slammed her against the side of the building.
With his big hands on her shoulders and his feet planted on either side of hers, she was pinned. “Leave Owen and Tasha alone,” he said softly, “or you’ll answer to me.”
“What are you doing to do? Swat me with a flipper?”
He ran his eyes all over her, and against her will, her body warmed under the inspection, waking in places that had been cold for longer than she wanted to admit.
“Those who have experienced lyr justice tend not to forget,” he said. “Those who live, anyway.”
“You would do that?” she asked. “Risk the wrath of the seraphim for hurting one of their slaves?”
He snorted. “The seraphim wouldn’t risk one feather to save the life of a witch and you know it.” He tucked a lock of her hair that had fallen forward behind her ear. “But things don’t have to be contentious between us.”
She allowed herself the ghost of a smile and held his stare. “I think I know quite well what’s between us right now.”
He didn’t look away, moved his hips gently against her. Surprisingly, she didn’t mind it. Didn’t mind the closeness, the heat and pressure of him.
And then his lips were on hers, and they were as firm and soft as she remembered. He kissed her gently, respectfully, and she found herself opening to him, allowing him to set the pace. Settling into his embrace as his hand roamed her breast, his thumb circling her nipple, squeezing gently. His lips trailed a fire of kisses down her neck, skimming the silver rune at her throat.
Abruptly, she came to her senses, shoved him off and stumbled a few steps away and stood with her arms wrapped protectively around her middle, breathing hard. “You have no shame.”
A lock of his thick dark hair fell over his forehead, and he grinned, his lips reddened from her mouth, his dark eyes heavy-lidded and sensual. “No, thankfully lyrinye lack your boring moral code, which, if you ask me—”
“I didn’t ask.”
He lifted one leather-clad shoulder in an elegant shrug. “But you want me.”
She didn’t say anything. Couldn’t speak for the gorge of rage rising in her throat. The hell of it was, he was right and she did want him, but the only reason he’d come out here was to keep her away from Owen White.
She frowned.
When in public, the were’s lyr protector rarely left the side of the Lost Legacy alpha or his brother, so why would he leave Owen alone inside with Tasha McNeil? Owen was pissed about her handiwork, but what could he do about it?
There was no good reason for Remy to come out here. Not unless he and Owen had a plan to subvert or destroy all of her hard work.
As if reading her mind, Remy smiled.
Lilith whirled and ran for the side door.
Nine by Night: A Multi-Author Urban Fantasy Bundle of Kickass Heroines, Adventure, Magic
CHAPTER FIVE
Remy had been right behind Owen when they’d slid out of the booth and fought their way through the crowd toward Chill’s front door, but somewhere along the way, he’d vanished.