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“No, listen to me. Please.” I need to buy time. To figure out a way to keep her. “Give me today, and tomorrow, and every day until the faction has been neutralized. After that…After that, if you still want to, then we can say goodbye.”
She scans the air around me, reading my aura, my intent, then relaxes against me. “You’re a stubborn one, Touron.”
I stroke her cheek. “Only when it comes to things that matter, and you, Selas Mason, matter to me the most.”
I cut off her sob with my lips, kissing her for long, aching minutes. Heat builds between us, but I pull back before it can get too much. As much as I want her, she needs time to heal fully. Time and rest.
She looks up at me, lips parted and soft. “Touron…”
I press a kiss to her forehead. “Rest now. Rest and heal.” She sighs and relaxes against me, and before long, she’s fast asleep.
So fragile. So beautiful.
She’s mine. Always mine, and I’ll be damned if I ever let her go.
CHAPTER 26
UBRON
My host reeks of sex again, his body still singing with the aftereffects of release. I make a point not to look at the female in the bed. Do my best not to touch her silken skin or smell her hair.
It’s enough that I’ve been forced to watch the coupling and feel the ripples and residues of sensations that her body evokes in my host. It’s…disconcerting.
The veil between us is getting thinner, allowing me to surface more. To see, hear, and feel more. And when he sleeps, he sleeps deeper. I have more control because he’s let his guard down, and both his beasts are subdued by my feral. The faction has bound us so intrinsically that I’m afraid untangling our essences may be impossible. Infernal are not often afraid, but this…this possibility frightens me. I must find a way to be free.
I slip from the bed, intent on finding clothes.
“Serath?” The female he calls Cameron rolls over and looks up at me sleepily.
“Go back to sleep.” My voice sounds gruff and unused.
She arches a brow and rakes me over. “I have a better idea.” She grabs my hand suddenly and tugs. I’m not expecting this and lose my balance, falling onto the bed and barely catching myself to stop my large frame from crushing her. But contact is unavoidable, and, eye of embers, she feels and smells too good. Her mouth is on mine before I can pull away, and then…then I don’t want to. I’ll let her have this moment then extract myself and?—
She sucks on my tongue, and something deep inside me flares. Not the host, but me. I kiss her back. Hard, bruising kisses that devour her delectable mouth. She whimpers and moans, and the infernal feral in me wakens.
Mine.
Before I can think, take control, or rationalize, I’ve pinned her to the bed by her throat. I squeeze. She gasps, bucks, and kisses me harder, mouth opening wide as she gives herself to me. I pin her hands above her head when she tries to claw at me and instinctively part her thighs with mine.
She tears her mouth free. “Yes. Serath, fuck me.”
Serath.
His name pulls me to my senses. What am I doing? I tear my mouth free of hers and make to pull away, but she wraps her arms around my neck and draws me back with insistence.
“It’s okay,” she says, breathless. “I liked it.”
There’s lava in my belly and a telling tightness at the base of my spine. The need to take her is so strong it takes everything I have not to submit because even though she feels like mine, she isnotmine.
This is a host body.
Not my body.
This female is—Fuck, her mouth is on my nipple, her fingers raking over my body.
Maybe just a taste. A taste to assuage her hunger and put her back to sleep.
I press her roughly to the bed and hold her there with one hand on her chest.
