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Sharing me.I nearly gag at that thought.
“So, you’ve had flings.” Is that the right word? It sounds so stupid, and I feel like a massive prude right now. “With other supernaturals? Like a lot?”
She shrugs. “Eh.” Noncommittal.
I resign myself to this being the end of the conversation. She doesn’t seem intent on giving me much more about herself, but then her smile spreads and she gets that dangerous glint in her eyes.
“So, when are you going to let Jarron drink from you?”
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Being Bitten Feels like WHAT?!?
I nearly choke. “What?”
She chuckles, again enjoying my discomfort. She pulls back her long black hair, exposing several dark spots on her neck and shoulder. They don’t look painful, exactly. “It’s really not so bad.”
“Does it hurt?”
“For a moment. But then, it’s, well…” Her brow flicks up. “Ever had an orgasm?”
I cough.
“It’s not precisely the same, but it’s similarly intense and pleasant. And it lasts minutes.”
I try my best to ignore the pattering in my chest.
I’m not sure what to make of my newfriend.I don’t trust her at all, but is she actively trying to freak me out or just telling me the truths I need to know with no regard to how I’d take it? I don’t mind the latter, even knowing she’d turn on me any second.
“I know you’re human and it probably seems pretty intimidating, but it’s quite enjoyable. And it would give you a significant level of protection. Not as much as a mark, which would give you access to Jarron’s magic, but these kinds of marks would have the same effect on supernaturals you pass. They’d see it and know, without any doubt, that you are his. For now.”
I wince, and she smiles.
But something new crosses my mind that pulls me from the spiraling thoughts she’s dragging me into.
Bea is not just some mean girl. She doesn’t create chaos around her; she simple revels in it. She’s powerful and knows it, owns it. Loves it. I don’t have the same abilities, but if I did, I’d certainly be more like her.
I seek control in the ways I can too. The only difference is, Bea actually has an immense amount.
There’s still very little I know about the demon princess, and I don’t pretend to trust her in the slightest, but right now, I feel like I understand her.
“What are you thinking about?” she asks, head titling curiously.
I smile. This thought process has certainly helped me overcome the freak-out worthy truth bombs she just threw at me. I contemplate telling her this, but I don’t think she’ll take it the same. She’s still a supernatural that looks down on humans. That’s not something I’ll forget easily. And I doubt she’d take my revelation as well as me.
I just shrug. She narrows her eyes, and for the first time, I realize I have the upper hand in the conversation.
“Tell me about Jarron?” I ask.
She rolls her eyes. “I’m not just some encyclopedia for you to ask continuous questions.”
I lean back and cross my arms. She’s trying to regain control. “And see, here I thought we were building a friendship, chatting about relationships and drama.” I shrug.
“I can tell when I’m being used.” Her tone implies she doesn’t actually mind. “Besides, you know as much or more about Jarron than I do.”
I guess in some ways, I do. But not all. “I missed three big years of his life. Nothing important I need to know there?”
She picks at her perfect fingernails absently. “He’s been broody since that summer. I think he internalized some of what you said—that he’s a monster. Not very nice, by the way.”
