Breaking Free (23 page)

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Startled, Isa pulled back and their gazes locked. They were doing their normal dirty dancing, but this time it was supercharged, feeling more sexual than playful. Then he moved his hips against her, proving how hard he was. He licked his lips and she almost gave in to temptation.

Toryn
leaned in as if he was thinking the same exact thing.

Her breath stalled in her lungs
. She didn’t have the strength to set her cravings aside and stop him.

Leon’s body slid up against her, bringing her crashing back down and her heart
slowed to a more normal rhythm. Crisis averted, Toryn’s friendship was safe for another night.

Reality was, ever horny Toryn only missed Leon, who unfortunately, had perfect timing.

Leon molded himself against her back, his hands trailing around her waist to splay over her abdomen. And there she was, desperately close to another huge fantasy. If she couldn’t have Toryn, she’d take them both.

Leon’s deep
voice rumbled in her ear, “Sorry it took so long. You two looked like you were having such a good time that I almost didn’t join.”

The tempo picked up and the three of them moved with the music. The little trio had become
a ritual.

Toryn had perfect pale luminescent skin
and shimmery raven hair, Leon’s skin was dark ebony, but his head was smooth, and bald. His eyes were black as night and he had full thick lips. Leon’s build reflected his love of fitness. He was completely ripped and still managed to move with feline grace. He wore tight black pants and a mesh shirt which left nothing to the imagination. If Leon wasn’t clearly so hot for Toryn, Isa would have taken him home.

Toryn kissed Leon over her shoulder, as if to
say,
Oops, got carried away
. It didn’t help when the two of them pressed into her she had the nearly overwhelming desire to join the kissing.

When they finally broke
apart, Isa had a little more breathing room. Leon put his chin on her shoulder, running his hands down her abdomen until she leaned back into his chest. “Lana tells me you are looking for a man tonight,” he purred suggestively. “I think you could handle two.”

Th
e fantasy played through her head for the millionth time since they started their affair, “I wouldn’t want to be in the way.” She winked, hoping neither of them caught the lie.

“Oh no, you wouldn’t, honey. You would fit right in
.” He pressed his hips into her to prove his point, and what a point it was.

One of her dark eyebrows rose
.

He licked his lips and pressed in tight.
“Right in, Isa.”

“Stop it already,” Toryn growled and pulled her closer, it felt possessive
. “Let’s not scare Isa away.”

Stupid Isa
,
she scolded herself. Didn’t stop her from smirking back at Toryn. “Oh, I’m not scared, sweetheart. But I’m not sure Leon could handle
me
.”

Toryn’s eyes darkened to midnight blue as
he stared back.

Before either one of them could reply,
Blondy stepped up with a heated smile focused on her, his dark chocolate eyes devouring her as if she was his favorite desert.

“Care to dance?”
His accent was foreign, exotic, but she couldn’t begin to place it.

Something about his angelic smile was all wrong.
Mr. Long-Blond-n-Pretty wore black jeans and a black tank top that molded over his lean muscles. He had a great tan. Even if his hair was on the feminine side, and blonds weren’t normally on her menu, she desperately needed a distraction from the two gorgeous men who would ravish her in her fantasies later.

Isadora glanced over at Lana who rolled her eyes
but gave a thumbs-up. Her business partner correctly assumed Isa was asking for permission, and the guy did come to her. Besides she was desperate for a little action that didn’t involve Toryn.

“Sure,” Isa grinned at him, “I should let these boys get back to their fun.”

Leon kissed the outermost corner of her mouth, tempting her to turn her head and really kiss him, but she didn’t.

Toryn embraced her tightly and whispered in her ear, “Be careful
. He’ll wind up hurting you.”

Before she could ask what he meant, he danced off with Leon.

And suddenly, she felt abandoned. Faking her best smile, she turned to face Blondy.

That was all the encouragement he needed
. He pulled her close and moved to the music. Surprisingly well, in fact, though nowhere near as good as Toryn or even Leon.

Something was off about him
. She couldn’t put a finger on it. Isa looked into his captivating eyes and fought off a shiver of fear.

His smile was slow and seductive, his hands gliding down her
back possessively, “You are so beautiful, princess.”

She raised one eyebrow and cocked her head.
Beautiful? Princess?
Hot, gorgeous, sexy, stunning maybe, but not beautiful. And seriously, what was with him calling her princess? She was wearing a shimmery little black dress, thigh high boots and more glitter than a Ke$ha video.

“Right, well, you’re quite attractive yourself,” she ventured.

His smile widened. The hair on the back of her neck stood up, and her skin tried to crawl away. Isa shoved aside the dread settling into the pit of her stomach. Toryn’s warning merely had her spooked.

Onl
y one glaring problem with that. Toryn had the annoying habit of always being right. Always. If Blondy didn’t move so well, she would have walked away, or maybe run, but a part of her was curious if he could kiss half as well as he could dance.

Yay for desperation, and maybe it was the thrill of danger. Or
perhaps she was a glutton for punishment. Then again, she was too damned desperate for a decent lay. Either way, she needed another drink and slipped out of his arms.

With a confident strut, she headed
back to the bar, hoping to draw another man’s attention. Sliding into a stool, she asked for another double shot of Grey Goose.

Lana grinned wickedly,
releasing her earlier claim. “I want to hear every detail tomorrow.”

Isa tossed back the booze, s
et down money and nodded before going back to the dance floor with the intention of finding
any
other man. She didn’t see Toryn or Leon anywhere and before she could find a new potential partner, Blondy appeared.

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Toryn stood in alley shadows across the street from Shenanigans. He watched as that bastard groped and kissed on Isadora. “Do I stop it now? Or before closing?”

“She’s not going home with him
.” Leon leaned against the opposite wall. “She wanted you to kiss her when I stepped up. I don’t know why you both keep fighting it.”

“Yes you do. I can’t. How
in the abyss do I tell her that everything she knows about me is a lie?”

Leon laughed
. “It’s not all a lie. Omissions. You left out the past and a few details. You can’t tell me you don’t care about her, or that you don’t need her, as much as you love her.”

“Damn it, Leon. You don’t understand. How could you? I go there and I will shatter every ounce of faith she
has ever invested in me. She’ll know everything. Everything. How the hell is she supposed to forgive me?”

“She won’t have to because there is nothing to forgive. How many times have you swooped in and saved her? How many times did you keep her out of danger? She will understand. She isn’t like most of your kind.
I still think you’re afraid her family will keep you two apart.”

“Of course they will. And she is going to hate
who she’s promised to. How do I put a stop to that union? You know what he’s capable of.”

“She won’t marry him. She can’t stand him
.” Leon sighed. “She wants you, only you. You’ll find a way to keep her safe, and you will have her.” So much conviction in Leon’s tone, but Toryn didn’t see it that way.

“I don’t see how,” Toryn growled as he watched
the blond piece of shit slide his hands inside the low back of her dress. She moved his hands away as he kissed down her throat. “I want to kill him.”

Leon chuckled, “You see the way she keeps looking around for an escape. She’ll wait until last call and then slip out. Hell, that’s what she’s been doing every night since Reese. She hasn’t had anyone since then,
and she won’t have him either. All because she wants you.”

“I don’t trust
this fae. There is no reason for him to show up like this. No way it’s random, something else is going on.” Toryn muttered as he pulled his phone out and called Lonny.

It only rang once.
“Hey man, what’s up?”

“I’m sending a picture. I’m hoping you know who this prick is. Something is going on, and I want to get to the bottom of it. I have
a real bad feeling.”

“Let me guess, some
fae asshole is on your girl?” Lonny chuckled but it ended on a breathless curse. “Shit, that’s Evanastie.”

“The Seducer?” Toryn
clarified through gritted teeth. “The asshole they send to awaken changelings?” He felt gut-punched as he slid down the wall. “I want to know who sent him, and I want his head. I don’t care who the fuck set this up, I’m taking him down, because no one is going to hurt Isadora on my watch.”

“We’re on it, we’ll find out what we can. Just keep her safe, man.” Lonny hung up.

One of Leon’s brows rose, “You sure it isn’t Henroyld? Maybe he’s moving things forward.”

“Caelia would have warned me. She wouldn’t want it done like
this. Henroyld may be a world class piece of shit, but Caelia wouldn’t let him do that.”

“Would she necessarily know?”

That was a good question. Either way, while Isa is in the bar, she would be safe. Getting back before closing time was key, but he couldn’t stand there and watch this clusterfuck without going in and ripping Evan’s head off. Literally.

“Want company?” Leon asked casually.

“No. Not in the mood.”

“You could go get her now.”

“No, I don’t want to scare her. And you’re right, she’s been bailing on the men who pick her up before leaving for the night. I’ll let her handle this. She’s getting irritated and it would serve the prick right if she blasted his ass. I’m looking forward to watching.”

Leon laughed out loud.
“You take care.”

“Safe trip.
” Toryn nodded, not taking his eyes off Isa as Leon headed for his car.