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Ethan sneered at the man. “Fuck off, Jesse.”
A few more men shoved through the crowd, joining them. I recognized one of them—Ryder, Charly’s mate—and then another one, who was Ebony’s mate. Ford, maybe?
Of course, Axel just happened to walk through the door just in time to see Ethan releasing my wrist with a glare. “Demon whore,” he spat at me.
My flames chose that moment tofinallyburst to life. They burst to life all over my arms, blazing up and burning Ethan’s hand.
An unnatural scream cut through him, and I stepped back quickly, heart pounding heart.
Served the bastard right for touching me.
The group of guys that I assumed were Charly’s other pack escorted Ethan out.
Axel grabbed his brother by the throat, snarling something in his face that I couldn’t hear. His brother’s cheeks drained of color though, and when Axel gave him a shove, the other guys towed him out of the building.
As soon as Ethan was gone, Axel’s eyes collided with mine. Those long legs of his covered the ground between us rapidly, and then the bastard was leaning over the countertop, growling, “Did he hurt you?”
“No.” I leaned toward him. “He grabbed me and wouldn’t let go. My flames decided to protect me, I guess.”
Axel took my wrist and slowly inspected every damn inch of it.
When he was satisfied that I was okay, he let out a slow breath before lifting his eyes back to mine. “Fuck, Mo. I’m sorry.”
I lifted an eyebrow. “Did you choose your family?”
He scoffed. “No.”
“Did you send Ethan here?”
His scowl grew heated. “Of course not.”
“Then you don’t need to apologize to me. I get it. We don’t get to decide who gives birth to us, or how much magic we have in our veins.” I wiggled my fingers toward us. “How we live despite all that shit is what determines who we are.”
He stared at me for a long, long moment.
I flashed him a grin. “I think I singed off some hair here.” Leaning closer, I blew a puff of air toward a chunk of shortened strands that stood out awkwardly from the rest of his glorious hair.
Upon closer inspection, I’d singed it off in a few places. It was looking pretty damn choppy, actually.
I really wasn’t all that good for his golden-god look.
When I started to lean away, he grabbed the front of my tank top and used it to pull me in closer.
“I love you, Mo,” he told me. “And that better be fucking good enough for your mating process, because I can’t go another day without touching you.”
A tingle rolled down my spine.
“I love you too,” I admitted.
He dragged me up onto the bartop, capturing my lips in his.
I waited for the flames to react, to respond to his touch, but they didn’t.
Finally.
His hands felt like heaven on my skin, his lips so damn soft as they brutalized mine.
He finally pulled away a few minutes later, when heat was blazing through both of us as the possession started to take over.
