Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 109033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
He wasn’t supposed to feel possessive of her. Or protective. Or so fucking greedy for her—for more and more and more of her—that it quite frankly rankled.
He started slamming her up and down on his cock, his hands gripping her ass with an insistent hold that said he had every right to move her how he wanted her. His belly tightened and twisted and pulsed as his release approached fast, making his shaft swell inside her.
Pitching up his hips to ram his cock deeper, Luka slipped a hand between them. Thumbing and rolling her clit, he ordered, “No closing your eyes when you come, Naomi. Look right at me while you shatter around my dick.”
The next roll of her clit knocked her over the edge. A choked scream crawled up her throat as her orgasm hit, making her pussy ripple around him.
He dropped her hard on his dick over and over while also roughly rolling his hips. A deep groan traveled up his gut as he finally imploded, emptying his balls inside her.
“What the fuck is that?” demanded Tobe the next morning, his face like thunder. He’d been smiling right up until the brand on her throat caught his attention. It would catch anyone’s attention, because it was nothing close to subtle. A slender snake was looped around her neck, the head settled near the column of her throat, its lower body trailing down the valley between her breasts.
Stepping aside to allow him to enter her house, Naomi sighed. “It’s really not obvious?” Brands looked like tattoos, but a demon would easily tell the difference.
Tobe stalked inside, setting his hands on his hips. “Which one of Belinsky’s entities did it?”
“Dagon.” Naomi closed the door, adding, “Luka and his demons were riled up about the PI making an appearance at the restaurant—which I presume you’ve come to discuss.” She’d telepathed him about it only twenty minutes ago. After ranting about fuck-head PIs and mega-prick clients who wouldn’t just back down, he’d informed her that he’d be at her house shortly. “Dagon left this brand so that it’d be clear I’m under the protection of a legion.” Only Luka’s breed of demon left snake brands.
Tobe pointed at it. “That isn’t just a warning. That’s a very clear statement of possession. Throat brands generally are.” He shoved a hand through his hair. “I suppose I should just be relieved that it was Dagon and not Belial. We don’t want that sadistic fucker feeling territorial of . . . What’s with that look on your face?” His expression crumpled in a sort of dread. “Ah, shit, Belial branded you as well, didn’t it?”
If Luka’s prediction was correct, Abraxas would one day mark her much the same way. My demons see your skin as their own personal canvas, he’d told her this morning.
Wonderful.
“This isn’t good, it’s—” Tobe snapped his mouth shut, as if recalling how he’d previously reassured her that he wouldn’t try convincing her to walk away from Luka. “How is your entity feeling about all this?”
“It likes that Luka and his demons are protective,” she replied as she made her way into the living area. “It’s undecided how it feels about the possessiveness, though. By virtue of being a siren, I’ve stirred up territorial feelings in lots of males—which sometimes made things go tits-up.” They could become jealous. Overbearing. Far too intense.
Personally, she couldn’t envision having such an issue with Luka. He was no slave to his emotions, her song appeared to have no real sway over him, and he didn’t strike her as a naturally jealous person. Still, her demon would be leery for the moment.
“Has it branded him?” asked Tobe.
“No. My demon never brands anyone. You know that.”
“So it’s not possessive of him?”
Naomi hesitated. “Well . . .”
Again Tobe’s expression creased—this time with exasperation rather than dread. “Ah, shit.”
“It’s a little possessive. I don’t even know exactly how or when that came to be.” It had sort of crept up on the entity. “You don’t need to get . . . Are you sulking?” Because it looked like it.
“I liked being the only guy your demon felt territorial toward—go sue me.”
Naomi inwardly sighed, and her entity let out a long breath. It would be easy to dub Tobe’s feelings as immature and petty, but jealousy often came into play with psi-mates. It was part and parcel of it.
She crossed to him and hugged him tight. “No one could ever be to me who you are. No one.” An anchor bond was a special, singular connection. “Not even a person I took as a mate.” That would be a whole different but equally strong type of connection.
“And I’m your favorite person ever,” he pressed, placing a palm on her back while his other hand caught her hip.
Crossing her eyes, she echoed, “And you’re my favorite person ever.”