7. AMAND

Chapter 7

AMAND

Lev had way more information than we had originally thought. Despite his nonchalant demeanor, the creature just… didn't seem like much. Yet the information he gave us detailed an entirely different picture. His tips came with stealth, practice, and just a hint of violence. I had a hard time keeping a straight face as he laid the story out before us, although now that we have most of the picture—there isn't much to smile at.

Omega wolves, mainly women, were being taken and then found— dead. A witch being involved complicates things. Lev had hinted that there could be witches , although he's only ever caught one magical scent, which meant a coven was behind these things. Yet another complication.

I do not like complications.

Speaking of which, Lev is a complication, an unknown. Lev's tips are so good that the creature is standing before us, arms wrapped around himself to hide his bare chest but doing nothing to cover the bulge between his legs. The rest of him is still fully clothed.

Rowan is going to lose his shit in a minute. He and I are stark naked, proudly standing before the PI, grinning like madmen about to devour their last meal. Lev is torn between terror and lusting after our chiseled frames.

I won't lie and say that I'm not turned on by either prospect. Either Lev tries to run and we give chase or he steps within our reach and we have our way with him.

I step toward him, opening my mouth to speak when he retreats, and then returns to his former location. "Please. Don't. I'm really confused right now." His voice trembles, dripping with anticipation of our next movements. I can see that he's bouncing from foot to foot to keep from disappearing into his surroundings like he had in Vince's office.

But Rowan is a loose cannon, stalking toward Lev like prey. In an instant, Rowan's lips are smashed against Lev's as his arms wrap around the smaller creature to pull him flush against the Basilisk's body. The resulting moan that slips from Lev's lips makes my cock painfully hard and I watch with growing interest at the way Rowan dominates Lev's body.

Lev doesn't fight, leaning into Rowan's embrace, giving back just as much as he's getting but when the creature thrusts forward, their arousals brushing together through the thin cotton of Lev's pants and Rowan hisses with pleasure, I refuse to sit on the sideline any longer.