The lycans moved to stand shoulder to shoulder, barring Valentine’s way to the stairs. When he reached the guards, Valentine looked at each, very deliberately in turn, and favored them with his best, sultry smile.
“Aren’t you going to let me…pass?” He exuded every bit of the seductiveness for which his kind were renowned.
The lycans inhaled deeply, and Valentine was assailed by the pungent scent of their arousal. He made his smile more coquettish and fluttered his eyelashes.
“Name?” One of the guards asked, his voice deep and gravelly and Valentine gave a deliberate shiver.
“You can call me…Cinder. Because I’m hot and smoldering.” Valentine leaned in, his lips just a hair’s breadth from the guard’s. As he leaned back, Valentine ran his tongue slowly across his upper lip, unsurprised to see all four guards riveted to the movement.
“Another of Hades’ favorites.” A different guard growled, an expression of disappointment crumpling his face.