Page 9 of Lust & Lollipops

Loudly.

“No one coming here would ever let that happen. We need you. If I don’t protect you, you’ll end up at the center of a physical battle. The winner will claim you, permanently. And I can promise you won’t like him.”

I didn’t need his promise.

I was pretty damn confident of that myself.

Which meant I either had to play along, or accept a hellish mate bond that would literally last forever as it made both me and the other guy immortal.

Sand was actually starting to look nice.

“I want Cameron back,” I said flatly.

“He’s done guarding.”

Before I could ask what he meant, the plane flew over us.

My heartbeat picked up as I saw the first guy jump out.

He wasn’t in his human form.

His gorgeous, feathery-white wings were spread out behind him, his dark skin on display thanks to his bare chest. His head sported a pair of thick horns.

The second man followed.

His wings were gossamer, resembling glass like Rhett’s, but with a mixture of colors in them unlike my new guard’s.

The third came after him, then the fourth, and so on, until there were twelve men flying toward us and the plane was leaving.

“I’d like to quit now,” I whispered to Rhett.

“So would I.”

I started to flash him a glare, but the first man landed before I got the chance.

My head whipped back to that direction.

Toward the ocean.

Way too close to me.

I wanted to take a few steps back, but Rhett’s hand was still on my arm. As if he thought I might try to run away.

Yeah, right.

There was nowhere to go.

And even if there was, I had no doubt the dozen winged fae would catch me quickly. I wasn’t fast.

The rest of the guys landed one after another.

They were all in their fae forms, a few inches taller than their usual human forms. All of them had horns, though there was a variety of horn and wing shapes.

Hopefully that was what Rhett meant when he said horny, because I wasn’t interested in sleeping with half a dozen different guys like some of the Bachelorette chicks did. I wasn’t even sure I wanted to sleep with one.

I’d had sex twice before the world nearly ended, and it really hadn’t impressed me. My vibrator worked better than any man I’d ever met.

“Line up,” Rhett said.

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