In the spirit of teamwork and a successful mission, I decided not to kill him. But it was a close call.
Mina pulled me toward the hallway. “See you tomorrow, everyone. And thank you again. For everything.”
Her eyes lingered on Henrik, who raised his glass in a silent toast.
Roux shook his head, echoing her words on everyone’s behalf. “No, thankyou.”
Then we were out the door and on our way to what I hoped would be the first night of many. Maybe even a lifetime.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
MINA
I had a mile-long list of things to do when I got home — topped bykiss the groundandblock Gordon’s numberamong more mundane things, likefollow up with plumber and roofer. Eventually, I would also have to get to a few really big burning issues, such as Celeste and Gordon.
But the first thing Iactuallydid…
“Are you sure?” Marius panted, pausing in mid-sex above me.
About a mating bite? Hell yes.
“So, so sure,” I mumbled, though it came out a little slurred.
My body was on fire, pulsing with ecstasy and an insatiable yearning for more.Morethat only a mating bite could quench.
I’d fantasized about it all the way over from London, to the point that the faint glow around my body — and Marius’s — had amped up to a high-wattage radiance. Only supernaturals could see it, but oops. We’d turned plenty of heads on the train ride back under the English Channel. Who knew so many supernaturals made the early morning commute from London to Paris?
Roux and Henrik had moved two rows away, with Roux muttering something like,Please, do us all a favor and get the mating bite over with.All this sexually charged energy is killing me.
Bene had mimicked scooping a handful of something out of the air.Maybe this could be harnessed as an alternative to nuclear energy.
Marius had bared his teeth, and Bene had skittered over to join the others, chuckling.
We’d practically burst through the front doors of the château and sprinted upstairs to my bedroom, where Marius had uttered the first of a half dozenAre you sures?
The man was definitely overcompensating for marking me without asking.
“You want to protect me? What better way than making me into a dragon shifter?” I shot back, because that was one of the effects of a mating bite.
He couldn’t fault that logic, so there we were, turning my bedroom into a steam bath. We’d already powered through one round of sex — a warm-up, one might call it — and were now well on our way to the main event.
“You’re really sure?” Marius asked, hanging on by a thread.
(Well, a lot more than a thread, considering how…er,thoroughlythe man filled me.)
“Ask me again, and I’ll be the one biting you,” I growled.
His eyes sparkled. “Nothing I’d like more.”
All well and good, but I was happy to wait until I could extend the right set of teeth for the job. Namely, dragon teeth. Until then, I would leave the honors to him.
I tightened my legs around his waist, but he withdrew. Drat the man!
“I said, I’m sure,” I groaned, clutching at him.
But those rippling abs won out, and he shuffled back a little.
“Not stopping. Just repositioning,” he promised, nudging my hip.
