Liam’s POV
“I’ve f*****g told you, Liam,” Lucy purred, swinging her thick hips and spinning to face me, lips grazing mine, breath ragged with lust. “There’s a lab, alright?”
I narrowed my eyes, sniffing her lies. “You said northern ridge. Where exactly?”
She froze, gaze flicking like a trapped beast.
“It’s…” she stalled, biting her finger with a teasing nibble. “Or maybe near the northern ridge. Elder Thorne was muttering to some warrior—f**k, maybe he said east.” Her hand slid to my n****e, pinching hard.
“Lucy, you’re full of s**t,” I growled, stepping back. “I’m done with your games.”
Her face flushed crimson, eyes darting away, rattled. Her body quivered—not just horniness, but nerves she couldn’t mask.
She slunk closer, eyes wide with desperate heat. “I wasn’t listening clos
