Page 81 of Dark Rebel's Fortune

"Yes, of course." He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly feeling like a bug under a microscope. "My fangs elongate in response to the triggers Kyramentioned. Other times, they look like regular human teeth. Just slightly sharper."

"Then kiss her." Soraya waved a hand. "Get excited. I want to see those fangs."

Kyra's cheeks turned red. "You can't be serious. Max can't just kiss me here in front of you while you are all watching. It's indecent."

"Huh." Rana snorted. "We've seen you snuggling and kissing each other's cheeks for over an hour. We were joking about you acting like a couple of teenagers and not the adults you are."

"Your sisters are terrible," Max murmured. "Who would have ever suspected that they have such dirty minds?"

"Stop stalling," Parisa said. "Just kiss Kyra already."

"Not in front of you, you bunch of scoundrels." He rose to his feet and offered Kyra a hand up. "We can kiss in the galley and come back to show them my fangs."

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KYRA

As Max took Kyra's hand, leading her toward the galley, she could feel her sisters' eyes on them and imagined the smirks on their faces.

Once they were alone, Max shook his head. "The last thing I expected was for your sisters to be a bunch of perverted ladies looking for cheap thrills."

Kyra giggled. "I know, right? Who would have thought." She stepped closer to him, looping her arms around his neck. "Maybe they were always like that, which makes me regret losing my memories of them even more."

"No wonder you turned out to be a rebel. They're a far cry from the meek, obedient, and submissive women I imagined them to be."

"The resistance is full of women like them. Women who have to pretend to be less than they are.But let's not talk about that now." She smiled. "I don't mind giving them what they want this once."

"Oh really?" His eyes darkened. "And what do you want, Kyra?"

Her heart raced, the pendant warming against her skin—not in warning but in harmony with her rising body temperature. "Less talk and more kissing, big guy. Make it good for me."

"So bossy," he murmured, scooping her into his arms with effortless strength and lifting her until her feet no longer touched the floor. His lips landed on hers in a searing kiss that was hungry, demanding, possessive, almost desperate.

Kyra responded with equal fervor, decades of suppressed desire bubbling to the surface. She lifted her leg, wrapping it around his torso to pull him closer and rub her softening core against his hardness, her fingers threading through his hair. She felt something change—his teeth grazing her lower lip, longer, sharper.

It excited her.

Max groaned, or rather growled, a sound that was barely human, sending a shiver of anticipation down her spine.

She didn't remember being human and experiencing pleasure as one, but she was sure it wasn't as intense as the passion she was feeling now. Her immortal body magnified every sensation beyond what her human body could have ever been capable of.

She wanted to tear Max's clothes off his body, to have him do the same to her and take her right there on the floor or against the airplane door.

When a distant chorus of giggles penetrated their bubble of lust, Kyra pulled back, her breathing ragged.

"We must have been louder than we realized," she whispered.

Max's eyes were glowing with inner light, and his fangs were extended, sharp, and gleaming in the cabin's soft lighting. For a moment, Kyra forgot all about her sisters and was about to resume what they had interrupted, but Max broke the spell by chuckling. "At least I've got the proof they want." He glanced down at the very distinct outline in his pants. "But they are going to get more than they bargained for."

"They deserve it." Kyra couldn't take her eyes off him. He was magnificent in this state—dangerous and beautiful and all hers.

The thought sent another wave of heat through her body.

She suddenly felt shameless. Why should she be embarrassed about anything when her harpy sisters cornered her like that?

"And what do you deserve, Kyra?" Max asked.

"All of this." She smoothed her hands over his chest, going all the way down to where his erection was straining under his pants and giving it a light squeeze.

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