The Wicked by Stacey Kennedy

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    He stepped closer, brought his body tight against mine. “Do you feel what looking at me like that does to me?”
     
    “I do now,” I purred. He was fully ready to give me anything I wanted. As good as that sounded, seeing the chocolate martini in his hand quickly changed my mind.
     
    “Yum,” I exclaimed, and took the glass from his hand taking a big gulp. The chocolate flakes around the edges hit my mouth first, and that in itself was pure heaven. When the cooled liquid followed behind I could only moan in delight.
     
    “Good thing we don’t have chocolate at home.” Kyden laughed. “I might have a bit of competition there.”
     
    “You just might.” Chocolate and I got along very well. It could make me happy when I was sad. Ecstatic when I was happy and pretty much give me a mild orgasm.
     
    Kyden pulled me back down to sit in the chair then, took a seat in front of me.
     
    “It’s rockin’ here tonight.” Haven bounced as she sat next to me. Finn pushed in her chair, then joined Kyden as we began to drink the night away.
     
    The longer we sat, the more apparent it became that I felt happy—really happy. It had been some time since it wasn’t so forced. Losing Drake—my birth father—only a short time ago hit harder than I thought it would. Moving on from him was an everyday battle.
     
    Everything reminded me of him. There were too many times to count where I’d swear he was walking down the hall toward me, or sitting at my kitchen table.
     
    Now, it was getting easier without him and my smile felt more real than it had in a very long time.
     
    Kyden leaned forward and brushed my cheek with his fingers. “You’re quiet.”
     
    “Just happy.” I smiled softly.
     
    His eyes softened immediately. He knew how hard things had been for me as did Haven. He lightly kissed my lips. When he drew away, Haven was wiping tears from her face.
     
    “What’s wrong?” Finn suddenly demanded of Haven.
     
    Haven shook her head staring at me. “No…it’s nothing…I’m fine. Don’t worry.”
     
    Finn examined her a little longer. Confusion hit every part of his soft features, but when his gaze hit mine, he instantly relaxed and leaned back into his chair—apparently understanding her tears were felt from my emotions, not hers.
     
    It wasn’t long before one Martini became two. Warmth and cheer filtered through every part of me. Things that weren’t funny before now were and removing the smile off my face was nearly impossible.
     
    “I need another one. You in?” Haven asked.
     
    I shook my head adamantly. “No way. Zia’s pissed at me enough. If she has to come to our place to heal my sorry ass again, she’ll kill me.”
     
    Haven laughed. “I heard about her tearing a strip off you today. I wish I’d seen it. I’ve never even seen her mad. You must have really pissed her off.”
     
    “That seems to be all I do lately,” I grumbled.
     
    Haven chuckled under her breath and bounced out of her chair.
     
    “I’ll just be over with Keir,” Finn told Haven as he stood with her. After a quick kiss, she was off to the bar and he made his way toward Keir who was presently greeting a bunch of werewolves.
     
    Keir, a strapping Guardian, stood in a circle of friends. He was a real bang your balls type a guy—jet black hair, one green and one blue eye , handsome, but tough. Kyden abruptly stood and reached his hand out. “Come on. There’s someone I want you to meet.”
     
    I took his hand, stood and hesitantly followed behind him. My experience with new supernaturals didn’t always go so well. I liked keeping to the ones I knew and left it at that.
     
    When we met the group, Keir had just shaken the hand of one of the werewolves. And may I just say, he was handsome as handsome comes with his black spiked hair, dark eyes that could make a woman sigh and a body that looked rock solid.
     
    The werewolves gaze left Keir and hit Kyden’s. He