Soul Fire(6)By: Juliette Cross
I hadn’t noticed from below there were breaks in the railing for Morgon flight. He dropped me into a chair in an empty VIP section. Rising to a mountainous height, electric-blue held me captive. Piercing, his gaze reached deep inside, as if he could see the secret part of me, a part I tucked away from the world, kept hidden behind a mask of indifference and strong will. Someone screamed below. Hard angles contorted into a fierce mask. Snapping his gaze away, he spun, took two long strides and fell from the edge, plummeting out of view.
I opened my wings wide and dropped outside the melee near the dance floor, scanning for the fucker who’d pinned her to the wall. There he was, stumbling toward the bar, rubbing the knot on the back of his head. He grabbed an empty bottle by the neck and drew back over his shoulder, preparing to knock the shit out of one of my security men. As the closest Morgon to where he’d fallen, he must’ve assumed Kraven was the one that bashed him. Before I could make my way across the club, the fool broke the bottle over my man’s head. Still conscious, Kraven turned, rage drawing his face tight.
“Where is she!” yelled the human. “What have you done with her?”
Arrogant or stupid, this one. Probably both.
I stepped in front of Kraven before he pounded this bloody fool into the stone floor. “He’s done nothing with her. I have.”
The human glared, straightening his shoulders. “Bring her back to me. Now.”
The possession with which he demanded her presence called my dragon forward. The beast itched to draw claws and rake this guy from eyes to balls. I had no right to deny him the girl. She wasn’t mine. Hell, I didn’t even know her name. Still, after one scent of the black-haired female, my dragon had awakened. After one touch, he’d wanted a taste…and more.
“Are you listening to me, Morgon?” The venom in his voice reeked of aggression. I raised the arches of my wings—a warning. The fool continued to stare me down.
Though I had no right to keep her, I sure as hell wasn’t placing her back into the hands of this dick. “She’s not going anywhere with you. I suggest you leave.”
He sucked in air, hard and fast, nostrils flaring. His face darkened to a mottled red, the veins in his neck bulging. “If you know what’s good for you, creature, you’ll bring her back to me.”
I chuckled. What he didn’t understand was that foul words and empty threats by worthless men did nothing to me. I crossed my arms across my chest. “Make me.”
The idiot hauled back his fist and punched me square in the sternum, not moving me an inch.
I grinned. “You’ll have to do better than that.”
He tried again, aiming for my face. I wrapped my hand around his fist before it made contact and twisted hard. His body turned in reflex. I bent his arm and shoved his fist up between his shoulder blades. He yelped in pain. I pushed harder, craving the sharp snap of bone beneath my hands.
“Stop!” he cried out, panic in his voice.
“Hey.” The girl’s brother lurched forward. “Let him go.”
Holding onto the fool’s wrist, I grabbed the other by the back of his jacket and dragged them both out the door. With a violent shove, I pushed them into the parking lot. “Now get the fuck off my property before you piss me off.”
Her brother’s expression softened to one of understanding. On a level of rage, I still teetered between two and three. If pushed closer to ten, I could rip them in half and never bat an eye. He hauled up his asshole friend and headed to their car. “Kraven,” I called, sensing the man at my back.
“Destroy any video evidence of this mess.”
“Immediately.” He disappeared back into the club.
I watched till they were gone, then returned inside, catching her scent the second I crossed the threshold. A slow burn sparked in my chest, a flame of lust yearning for the body I’d held flush against mine moments before. A growl rumbled low from deep within. I clenched my fists and leashed the beast. I had no time for distractions, especially not a human woman. Not even a human with long hair brushing lush curves, dark eyes that could seduce a saint, and a full mouth that made my imagination wander, my body harden. She stirred the dragon on a primitive level. Only one thing to do. After clearing the club, I’d head upstairs and get rid of the girl.
* * * *
Sorcha came clip-clopping up the stairs about ten minutes later. I hadn’t moved. She swished over and plopped in the plush chair next to me.
“Wow.” She flashed her most devilish grin. “That was interesting.”
“What? Watching my brother destroy a perfectly good time. Yeah. Fascinating.”