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“I told you. I’m fine. I justreallywant to see Jericho.” The ache gnawed at the apex of my thighs, desperate for that tickly vibration that always sent me over the edge.
“Except that he specifically asked me not to let you do that.”
On a exasperated huff, I crossed my arms. “It’s either that, or I stand here staring at you all night.” I shifted my gaze from her and back to him. “My death stare is unrivaled.”
“Fine. I’ll be right here if you need me.”
“I promise I won’t. By the way, did you happen to see my father return with Jericho?”
When the demon shook his head, I frowned, wondering if I’d been in a delirious state when I’d asked Jericho about him. I could’ve sworn he’d given me the impression that my father was here. Unless I misunderstood. Entirely possible in my state of mind at the time.
“You did see him return, though?”
“Of course.”
With a nod, I stepped past the two of them, feeling Vaszhago’s stare burning the back of my head as I shuffled in my sheet down to Jericho’s bedroom. Through the door, I could only make out moaning and grunting, not the loud outcry of pain from before. Hopefully, he wasn’t on the cusp of settling.
“Farryn,” he rasped, before I even set my hand to the knob.
I opened the door only a crack and peeked in on him. Across the room, just as before, he lay writhing, his body glistening with sweat. “Come here.”
Any other time, I would’ve hesitated, but as horny as I felt right then, he could’ve been in full-on demon mode, and I’d have still pranced up to him like a naive kitten on a lion.
His chest rose and fell as I neared, his eye riveted on the sheet covering my body, and when I loosed my grip of it, letting it fall to the floor, a sparkle of appreciation danced across his face. He licked his lips, shifting his body as if excited. The tattoos on his skin glowed and moved with the flexing of his muscles. The sight of him sent a shot of arousal to my core.
The same cozy feeling of before settled deep into my bones, softening me.
“Come closer, Tu’Nazhja. Climb onto me.”
I took a step toward him, and paused when I caught sight of a bent link in his chain. As if he’d caught on to what had captured my attention, his lips stretched to a cagey grin. One hard yank broke the chain from the bedpost, freeing one of his arms. Another set his other arm free. He lifted both hands in the air, twisting them in taunting.
My blood turned to ice. An alarm blared inside my head, and I spun around on my heel for the door.
A force slammed into me from behind, pinning me to the wall, and as I opened my mouth to scream, he sealed it with his hand. I slinked a hand down across my stomach, wondering if the baby had been jostled too much with the hit to my belly. “Jericho, wait—" My words were nothing more than mumbled noise behind his palm.
“Shhhhh.” He pressed his hard body into me, his arm banded around my waist.“I’ve already waited centuries for you.” The voice which spoke only held a hint of the man I recognized, grated by the feral tone of a beast.
I bucked against him, slamming my ass against what must’ve been incredibly swollen balls.
The shadow of malice when he groaned in my ear told me it’d hurt. “You shouldn’t have done that,” he growled, and spun me around to face him.
Every muscle in my body quaked in fear. Surely, Vaszhago should’ve felt it. Surely, he’d come pounding through the door any second.
Eye black as night, horns protruding, skin darkening, Jericho was shifting into demon mode before my eyes. “The only thing that would make this more thrilling,” he said, dragging his nose over my throat. “Is if I were given the opportunity to chase you through the woods first.”
I squeezed my eyes shut. “Stre vera’tu!”
Jericho pulled away from me, and for a split second he wore the same look of betrayal as the last time I’d brought his fun to a screeching halt with the word. Except, his eye didn’t turn back to the familiar blue as it had before. It remained black.
An unsettling fear spiraled down the back of my neck. It didn’t work.Shit!
“No safe words.” Fangs bared and dripping with black, he shot toward my neck, and I let out a scream.
Panting, I stood there, waiting for him to bite down.
An angry growl rumbled in his throat as light bled into the bedroom from the hallway.
“Lucifer’s left tit, a demon can’t even get his dick stroked without having to come separate the two of you.” The sound of Vaszhago’s voice was both a relief and an annoyance.
