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“I’m not! You guys are just so . . .”

We all looked at her, but it was Sin who spoke first. “Dominant.”

“Bossy,” she corrected.

“And you are defiant. Stubborn. Petulant. The definition of a brat.” Grim ran a hand through his hair as he assessed her.

“I don’t know, sometimes she can be a good girl. I’ve seen it.” I brushed my thumb over her lips once more because I just couldn’t resist.

She blushed to the roots of her hair.

“Maybe all she needs is a little motivation,” Chaos mused, studying her.

“You mean something like brats can play their games, but only good girls get to come?” I suggested.

Merri whimpered, a bolt of her lust punching through the room.

Sin’s chuckle was low and warm. “Oh, she likes that.”

“If you know what’s good for you, wildflower, you’ll live by that creed. Life will be much sweeter if you do.”

“You guys, I’m disappointed. You’re all forgetting how much fun it is to tame a brat. One of the best things in the world.” Sin handed Merri his shirt and grinned like a mischievous cat as she slipped it over her head.

“I like wearing your clothes,” Merri murmured, then let out an enormous yawn.

“Good. You can wear them until you’re ready to take them off. Come on, kitten. It’s time to tuck you into bed.”

Chapter

Thirty-Five

SIN

“You really didn’t have to carry me back to my room,” Merri protested as I gently laid her down on her bed.

The storm was still raging outside, but the fire was going strong and cast more than enough light for us to see by.

“Pfft, as if I would miss out on an opportunity to hold you, kitten.”

She nuzzled into my neck and inhaled, humming happily as she did. “You smell good.”

“So do you. It’s the pheromones. We’re the same. Drawn to each other.”

“Why don’t our kind usually mate with each other, then?”

“We’re a selfish breed by nature. Easily bored and prone to a wandering eye. We’re not like other species who are predisposed to finding their perfect sexual match. Our females aren’t overly fertile, and the males can mate with humans, so it’s not a matter of repopulating like it is for so many others. We’re mostly immortal and, well...” I shrugged, feeling like I was getting lost in the weeds.

“Do you have a wandering eye?” she asked, playing coy, but there was enough vulnerability hidden in the words that I knew she was worried about my answer.

“I’ve been known to,” I admitted, reaching out and tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “But recently, my gaze has been firmly fixed in one direction. I’m not a born incubus, though, so you can’t measure me by normal standards.”

“That’s right. You were a Hollywood fuckboy before it was cool.”

I chuckled and pressed a kiss into her hair. “Yes. But I’m turning over a new leaf. Being a fuckboy has really lost its charm.”

She rolled her eyes as I walked into her bedroom. “You have such a way with words.”

Fatigue sat on my shoulders with every step I took, but I didn’t let her see past my mask of confidence as I deposited her on the soft bed. “Get under the covers, sweetheart. You’re due a nice long nap after such a big meal. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

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