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“When I started to sleeping with a Demon who vowed never to hurt me and basically just did this totally bad ass move by leaping onto the stage and saving me from drowning.” At this, mirth played in his eyes before repeating,
“Bad ass, huh?”
“Yep, totally focus on that part,” I quipped, and again, he laughed at that but then he focused on the first thing I said and told me,
“About that… I know I should have told you sooner.”
“Told me?” I questioned.
“Before I made you mine,” he added, giving me more insight as to why this was coming up now… he felt guilty.
“Just wondering, does sex always come with some kind of claiming element for you guys or is it just special cases?” I asked, making him smirk. Then he leaned in closer and told me,
“Only the most special cases,” he teased.
“Oh, I bet you say that to all the girls,” I teased back.
“Only the one who ever mattered,” he replied, and I swear I would have swooned had I not already been in his arms. Instead, I kissed him, letting what his words meant to me be heard in my actions. Until I pulled back far enough to ask,
“So, about that Demon thing…” He chuckled at this before shaking his head again, mocking,
“Oh, this is going to be fun.”
I ignored this and told him, “I think it’s time we have the talk, don’t you?”
“Not really, but I suppose there is only so long I can force sleep on you,” he replied wryly, making me grin.
“You can tie me to the bed if you like,” I said, holding my hands up like I was ready for the handcuffs.
“Gods but I have created a monster,” he teased, making me laugh.
“Yes, one who wants feeding but considering you have denied me that, then I would say you better start talking.” At this he covered his eyes with his arm in a dramatic way before groaning,
“Can’t I simply claim I have a headache and that be the reason for both silence and momentary celibacy?” I laughed again, pulling his arm down and loving how funny he could be.
“I don’t know, do Demons get headaches?”
“No, but we can lie about them.” I giggled this time, and it was a sight he seemed to adore. But then I asked him in a serious tone,
“Are you really afraid of telling me?” At this he released a heavy sigh and told me,
“No and yes.” My cynical look said it all.
“I have never cared about what another living soul thought of me… not before there was you,” he admitted softly, making me melt into him before whispering in his ear,
“Then trust me when I say that whatever it is, if it’s a part of you, then I will accept it.”
“Alright, then I ask for you to give me the night and, tomorrow, I won’t just tell you, but I will show you.”
“Show me who you are… but how? Just who are you, Ryker?” I asked, frowning in confusion before he pulled me close and whispered,
“I am Ryker Wyeth…”
“…Son of Greed.”
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THE CORE OF GREED AND HIS SIREN
