Page 26 of Bones

Bones gives a quiet rumble of laughter, a purely masculine sound that makes me blush. He presses his face into my hair and I can feel him taking a deep breath.

“How are you feeling?” he asks after pressing a kiss to my hair that has my heart fluttering.

I stretch my toes down towards the end of the bed with a happy groan and take account of my body before rolling on my side to face him. I’m relaxed like I haven’t been in years but I’m also sore. Muscles I haven’t used for years are sore and as for my pussy?

Delightfully, thoroughly, utterly used.

I brush the underside of his chin with my fingertips and he responds by squeezing me gently, like he truly cares for me.

“I probably shouldn’t go another round with your demon form for awhile,” I whisper teasingly. “But I feel great. Sore, but the good kind of sore.” I frown as a question comes to me. “How did you actually fit in me?” I cast a look down between our bodies even though I can’t see anything past where our chests are pushed together.

Bones tenses and I look back up at him. I can’t help reaching up higher to brush the furrows out of his forehead, wanting to make him feel as safe as I do.

“Tell me,” I encourage. “I meant it when I said I trust you.”

The worry drains out of his body and he bends his arm so he can grip my chin between his thumb and finger. He rubs the pad of his thumb across my bottom lip, the rough skin so different from the marble smooth bone of his demon form. “When we’re in our demon form, we have access to our full abilities. You felt the pleasure from my seed when it touched you?”

I shouldn’t be embarrassed considering what we just did but my ears burn at the memory even as phantom pleasures whisper across my skin. I nod, unable to speak.

“Demon seed is like that. It helps my kind actually procreate, otherwise we’d likely kill each other until we’re extinct. It’s just the nature of the Hells. We’re what humans consider magic, through and through. I can use the essence of the seed and make it so you can fit me safely. I needed you to swallow some, since I was adjusting you internally.”

I wiggle, more interested in what he did to me than the fact that he’d used magic on me. “I don’t feel any different?”

“It’s not permanent,” Bones explains. Then he gives me a wicked smirk of pure sin before he drags two fingers down the column of my throat. “I could change this too, so I can see these beautiful lips stretched around my cock as I fuck your throat.”

If brains can record screech to a stop, that’s exactly what mine does then a fraction of a second later, my entire body flushes with excitement and desire.

His smirk widens, obviously scenting my response. He rolls on top of me, bracing himself on his forearms on either side of me. An insistent knee pushes one of my legs to the side, giving him enough room to settle between them. His cock, thick and hard,bobs against my stomach. Even in his human form, his size is intimidating. His bronze eyes are hungry as he looks down at me. When he licks his lips in lewd anticipation, I know there’s no way I can resist him.

I tilt my head back as he sweeps down and nuzzles my neck before beginning to nibble and bite along my jaw. I grab his upper arms, desperate to hold on to something. His dark rumble of laughter should terrify me but all it does is drive my excitement higher. His kisses distract me as he moves, then he’s gripping my wrists firmly but carefully and moving pinning them above my head.

Bones pulls back, his expression dark and tantalizing. “You’re mine now, Sloan. And I get to do whatever I want with your sweet little body.”

Panic flairs at his promise but when he devours my lips with his, need and desire wash it away.

16

SLOAN

How long has it been since I’ve been able to just sit in the shade under a tree and enjoy the few remaining warm days of autumn? Autumn has always been my favorite season, with how the trees are changing colors and the warm sun with chilly breezes.

The last twenty-four hours have been surreal. From the moment Bones and I had sex, everything has felt so...so perfect. But now, in the cold light of day, the insecurities I’d managed to push down begin to creep in.

I’ve never been with a man who looked at me the way Bones does. Or made me feel the way Bones does. It’s more than the physical attraction between us. That’s obvious by the way we’re drawn together like magnets. It’s more the way he takes care of me. The way he makes me feel safe and protected, like nothing can hurt me.

Except him.

Which is the exact reason why I’m questioning the wisdom of starting anything with him.

“Fuck,” I whisper, scrubbing my face. I steal a glance at the food truck where he’s waiting for our orders. He’d suggested the bright red food truck for lunch and insisted when I told him I’d never had food from a cart before. I wasn’t able to tell him what I wanted and he decided he’d order multiple things and he’d eat whatever I didn’t like. He’s too good to be true.

My heart pumps as anxiety makes it hard to breathe. Paul was like this, too. Spoiling me, making me feel special. Except now I see it for the red flags it was. I don’t want to think Bones is doing the same thing, but an insidious voice keeps whispering: why would Bones be with someone like me? I have nothing to offer except being able to clean, my body, and my untrained abilities as a supposed siphon.

I rub my palms down my thighs over the garnet red knee length shirt dress I’d paired with a long sleeve tan cardigan and narrow black belt. I feel plain compared to every single other woman I’ve met while with the Knights of Hades. Especially all of the pretty women at the party with the motorcycle club.

It’s impossible to miss other women’s reactions to him. The women who aren’t intimidated by his grim tattoos, massive size, and biker attitude, are more than obvious with their attraction. I can understand it. On the outside, Bones is the official definition of the dictionary’s listing of bad-boy. All he’d have to do is curl a finger at one of those women and they’d be reeled in by his magnetism.

Which begs the question: why is Bones wasting his time with me?

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