fingers.
“I’m sorry for reacting the way I did when you told me you loved me afterward.”
“I do love you. Maybe you misread my expression. You’re not a mistake, but I fear I’ll be yours.”
“You won’t be.” Of that he was certain.
No argument surfaced from her, but by the way she chewed on her bottom lip, he knew she wasn’t convinced.
“I was jealous. Am jealous.”
She squeezed his hand, but her face offered little comfort. “I wish I could alleviate your fears. I really do. But I won’t lie to you. I refuse to start another relationship built upon lies.”
He respected that stance. “Tell me what happened in Hell.”
“Will knowing make you feel better?”
“Probably not. But I need to know.”
Mads looked down and away. She extracted her fingers from his. Nix allowed her to distance herself because he believed she needed that small disconnection. Maybe because she anticipated he’d turn away from her, but that type of relationship was all she knew. Hers and the King of Hell’s had been founded upon what he wanted and needed without any concern for her wishes.
She cleared her throat. “They each gave me their blood. The power in it….” Her eyes clouded with memory.
“Micah told you while we were in Hell there was power in blood. Especially the soul’s blood. It’s why I created that pool in your honor.”
“Right.” She nodded. The hesitancy in her eyes when she met his gaze made him want to wrap her in his arms, provide comfort regardless of what she’d done. “Micah was going to fuck me on a ceremonial slab while I consumed his blood to complete the anchoring. His brothers were watching. We’d already gotten underway with some foreplay when I was pulled out.”
It felt like she’d slapped him. But it could’ve been worse. He had expected worse. He hoped he kept the hurt off his face. “Did all of them touch you intimately when you took their blood?”
“No. Just Micah.” She blinked several times and took a deep breath. Tears darkened her lashes. “I wanted him.” A slow exhale and more confessions followed. “Like I told you in the bathroom, he got me….” Pink hit her cheeks and she looked away.
“Wet?” A darker blush was his answer. He slid his knuckles across her cheek and buried his fingers in her hair. “A part of me thrills at the idea of watching you with him.”
Her mouth parted in shock, and her eyes rounded as her stare whiplashed to him.
“I get aroused thinking of both of us taking you simultaneously. He and I working together in tandem to make you climax for us.”
“I—I have no idea what to say to that.”
The things he could imagine. One of them licking her pussy as she sucked the other’s dick…that was only one of many scenarios he could conjure. Hearing her scream as they both got her off, not just priceless, but something he’d fantasized about in Hell. And so not his Southern belle, regardless of the flash of excitement in her gaze. “Because part of you is stimulated by the idea.”
Mads licked her bottom lip and curled her fingers in his shirt at his waist. “That small flare of arousal over the concept terrifies me, too.”
“Let me.” He touched her knees and she shifted, sliding onto the edge of the desk. Her legs parted and he moved into her personal space, supremely pleased she held no grudge about his irrational behavior in the bathroom. She anchored her arms around his neck. He circled her waist and pressed a hand to the small of her back. The other fingered the bands holding the knife strapped to her thigh. “Even at home you arm yourself?”
She played with the shorts strands of his hair. “With the right provocation, anyone can become my enemy.”
“It’s sexy secured to your thigh.”
A humorous grin tilted one corner of her mouth. “If you think that’s sexy, you’re not normal, Nix.”
“Thank God, or I’d never have met you.” Thumbing the leather tie, he released the fastening and
“I’m sorry for reacting the way I did when you told me you loved me afterward.”
“I do love you. Maybe you misread my expression. You’re not a mistake, but I fear I’ll be yours.”
“You won’t be.” Of that he was certain.
No argument surfaced from her, but by the way she chewed on her bottom lip, he knew she wasn’t convinced.
“I was jealous. Am jealous.”
She squeezed his hand, but her face offered little comfort. “I wish I could alleviate your fears. I really do. But I won’t lie to you. I refuse to start another relationship built upon lies.”
He respected that stance. “Tell me what happened in Hell.”
“Will knowing make you feel better?”
“Probably not. But I need to know.”
Mads looked down and away. She extracted her fingers from his. Nix allowed her to distance herself because he believed she needed that small disconnection. Maybe because she anticipated he’d turn away from her, but that type of relationship was all she knew. Hers and the King of Hell’s had been founded upon what he wanted and needed without any concern for her wishes.
She cleared her throat. “They each gave me their blood. The power in it….” Her eyes clouded with memory.
“Micah told you while we were in Hell there was power in blood. Especially the soul’s blood. It’s why I created that pool in your honor.”
“Right.” She nodded. The hesitancy in her eyes when she met his gaze made him want to wrap her in his arms, provide comfort regardless of what she’d done. “Micah was going to fuck me on a ceremonial slab while I consumed his blood to complete the anchoring. His brothers were watching. We’d already gotten underway with some foreplay when I was pulled out.”
It felt like she’d slapped him. But it could’ve been worse. He had expected worse. He hoped he kept the hurt off his face. “Did all of them touch you intimately when you took their blood?”
“No. Just Micah.” She blinked several times and took a deep breath. Tears darkened her lashes. “I wanted him.” A slow exhale and more confessions followed. “Like I told you in the bathroom, he got me….” Pink hit her cheeks and she looked away.
“Wet?” A darker blush was his answer. He slid his knuckles across her cheek and buried his fingers in her hair. “A part of me thrills at the idea of watching you with him.”
Her mouth parted in shock, and her eyes rounded as her stare whiplashed to him.
“I get aroused thinking of both of us taking you simultaneously. He and I working together in tandem to make you climax for us.”
“I—I have no idea what to say to that.”
The things he could imagine. One of them licking her pussy as she sucked the other’s dick…that was only one of many scenarios he could conjure. Hearing her scream as they both got her off, not just priceless, but something he’d fantasized about in Hell. And so not his Southern belle, regardless of the flash of excitement in her gaze. “Because part of you is stimulated by the idea.”
Mads licked her bottom lip and curled her fingers in his shirt at his waist. “That small flare of arousal over the concept terrifies me, too.”
“Let me.” He touched her knees and she shifted, sliding onto the edge of the desk. Her legs parted and he moved into her personal space, supremely pleased she held no grudge about his irrational behavior in the bathroom. She anchored her arms around his neck. He circled her waist and pressed a hand to the small of her back. The other fingered the bands holding the knife strapped to her thigh. “Even at home you arm yourself?”
She played with the shorts strands of his hair. “With the right provocation, anyone can become my enemy.”
“It’s sexy secured to your thigh.”
A humorous grin tilted one corner of her mouth. “If you think that’s sexy, you’re not normal, Nix.”
“Thank God, or I’d never have met you.” Thumbing the leather tie, he released the fastening and
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