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)
She had become an obsession.
He couldn’t even blame it on her being a siren. The attraction between them might have initially sprung to life due to the pull of her song, but that song didn’t power it.
He curled over her, planting one hand on the sofa cushion, his other hand still holding her wrists. “I know you want to come. So come.” He used telekinesis to flick her clit, and her inner muscles strangled him as she exploded, squeezing so fucking tight it nearly hurt.
Stifling a scream, Naomi turned her head and latched onto his arm with her teeth, biting just shy of drawing blood.
Pausing mid thrust, he spoke into her ear once her release subsided. “You bit me.”
“So?”
“So, I bite back.” He sank his teeth into the crook of her neck and fucked her even more furiously than before. Orgasm struck him abruptly, white-hot and wicked fast. His eyes went blind as euphoric currents surged through his system.
Panting, he dropped his face to her nape. “Are you going to bitch at me for restraining you again?” She did it sometimes, though only ever playfully. They both knew she loved it.
“Not tonight,” she slurred. “Tonight I’m gonna openly admit that it revs my engines. But we won’t speak of my confession in the morning, or ever again after that. ’Kay?”
He felt his lips bow up. “Okay.”
“We agreed that we wouldn’t speak of it.”
“I forgot.”
“No you didn’t.” Naomi lowered her spoon to her bowl and lifted her cup of tea. “You’re just being an ass.”
Sitting across from her at the kitchen table, Luka made a poor attempt to stifle a smile. “Harsh.”
“Fact.”
“Notice that I didn’t take advantage of your being tipsy last night to try to make you part with your secrets.”
“Which is why you woke to me sucking you off.” Sipping her tea, she playfully glared at him over the rim of her cup. “But if I’d known that you were going to tease me regardless of your assurances, I wouldn’t have bothered.”
His smile widened a little. “Just so you’re aware, you make Belial want to spank you when you get all prim with me like that.”
“When does it not want to spank me?”
“Rarely,” he admitted.
Naomi set her cup back down. “My entity is probably going to bitch-slap Belial one day. You know that, right?”
“I do.” If his expression was anything to go by, he found the idea amusing.
“So long as you’re aware.” Lifting her spoon again, she scooped up more cereal and shoveled it into her mouth.
Just then, his cell phone beeped. Something that happened a lot in the mornings—a time when he was contacted by his sentinels and members of his Force–a band of demons who helped police the lair. They sent in reports, complaints, and all that jazz.
She knew that he’d also receive emails from his business associates, of whom he had plenty. Hence why, in between taking sips of his coffee and bites of his bagel, he’d replied to whatever messages awaited him. He’d told her that he liked to get a head-start on tackling any issues that lay ahead of him each day.
Chewing on her food, she watched his face darken as he stared down at the screen of his phone. “Everything okay?”
He inhaled deeply and then set his cell on the table. “Yes. Some demons simply need reminding that there are rules they must follow, so then long talks are necessary. Annoying, because I have a busy schedule today.”
“Is confronting Iain anywhere on that schedule? Because I’m thinking it isn’t necessary for you to do that.”
“Why?”
“I genuinely believe it was a coincidence that we were both at the Xpress bar last night. It’s not as if I go there often, so he had no reason to think he’d bump into me there. He wasn’t rude to me. He even apologized for his past behavior.”
“And maybe he meant it. Maybe he won’t be any threat to you in future. But Konstantin will remain as your guard. He is of the same opinion as you, by the way; he believes it was a coincidence that Iain happened to be at the bar the same time as you. I trust both your judgments. So no, I won’t be confronting Iain over it. But if he shows up where you are again, it’ll be a different story.”
“You trust my judgment?”
The surprise in her tone made Luka’s brow pinch. “Yes, I do.”
She cleared her throat, shifting awkwardly in her seat. “Oh. Good.”
And there it was. That hint of vulnerability she tried to hide. One born of rarely having others look beyond her beautiful surface to see the shrewd, intelligent mind beneath.
When it came to sirens, people seemed to assume that they were one-dimensional femme fatales. In his experience, that wasn’t the case. It certainly wasn’t the case with Naomi.
His siren was no pretty, empty-headed ornament. She had more layers than an onion. She was sweet, quirky, caring, cunning, merciless, grounded, independent—on and on it went. She was a whole juxtaposition of traits, really. Didn’t fit in any one box.