Read Online Guardian's Flame [Guardian City 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Grace Lynn - Free Book Online

door, almost dying to get the meeting over. The office was deviously designed in exotic furs that were meant to offend every Shape-Shifter in the world. D felt his animals inside stiffen at the room, and he forced himself to remain lax. There would be enough time to be rude. Until then, he didn’t want to set the man off. The man that sat behind the desk radiated power, and D knew he was pushing to appear more powerful. His Elvin side protected him from Glamour magic, but his mates shivered against the magic. D opened their bond, and allowed his own natural magic to infect them, protecting them from the dick-showing contest.
    “You’re a mixed breed?” the man asked with a laugh.
    “Yeah,” D answered shortly, not bothering to play King Mufasa with the full-bred Incubus.
    “Pray tell, what mixed”—the man cocked his head—“flavors?”
    “My parents are full Elf, full Incubus, and full Dragon,” D answered with a shrug, knowing the man probably had already figured that much out.
    “So you’re only a third Incubus?” the man laughed loudly, slapping his hand against his leg in amusement.
    D smiled at the man, one he knew to be devilish. It wasn’t like he was the greatest, in fact compared to each full-breed species, he was considered weak. It was the combination of genes that made him capable, not how much of each species he was. “Actually, I’m only a fourth Incubus. Fate gifted me with another genetic trait or two. Now, you’re off topic. My genes guaranteed this meeting, but you have our mate in your custody. We want our mate, free and clear. So what is it that we have to accomplish to keep us both happy?”
    “Your mate is a prisoner of war. We do not allow prisoners to walk free from our jail,” the man snapped. His laughter drained from his face to show the rage hidden beneath. D could feel the warning bells coming through the bond, and he had to agree. The man’s emotions changed like a teenaged girl changed clothes.
    “What did our mate do to end up as a prisoner of war?” Nathan asked, and D had to agree with the question. Most people that offended the Incubi ended up as a snack, instead of alive. Alive stated their mate had gone above and beyond the offensive line, somewhere between Holy-Fucking-Shit and Bat-Shit-Crazy.
    “It doesn’t matter. I was considering offering her up for a prize…” Mufasa stated, with a sense of pride at his plan.
    “Her?” Nathan and Jason questioned loudly.
    Demend took a deep breath, calming his fast growing irritation. If she was offered as a prize, that meant they would have to win her fairly, or offer a deal to whoever won. Neither plan was a good plan, since the prizes won here would place a person in a higher social standing. Trading off their prize wasn’t something that was ever done. This isn’t going well. The man is an ass, and is going to offer the prize only because we want her. This way he can save his prize, and get us off his back. His mates both agreed with his thoughts, so D took a deep breath.
    “Why don’t we cut the bullshit, and be honest? We want her, and you don’t want to deal with us. So, you’ll offer her up as a prize against full blooded Incubi, and Succubae, and save yourself a prize for a better day. At the same time, you still aren’t giving her up to me, because the chance of me winning one of your games is next to nothing. Am I right?” D stated flatly, as he crossed the room to lean over the desk. His magic flared at the anger that was building inside.
    “You’re right. I don’t want you to have her. I don’t want her to ever have a moment of peace. So instead, I’ll put her up as a prize for tonight’s showdown. You can enter and win her if you have enough flare in you to earn the tips you would need to win. Problem solved.” The man smiled, and D wanted nothing more than to slice his throat.
    “Thank you, for that bit of honesty. We’ll see you tonight,” D said before walking out of the room. They had