“I can,” Reaper replies. “And I will.”
Maliki chuckles. “Careful, Reaper, or I’ll start to think you’re trying to flirt with me. And I found out earlier today that Sera has a jealous side, so…”
Serapina’s gaze narrows. “I do not.”
“Okay, trouble,” he agrees, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and giving her a squeeze.
She tries to squirm away from him, but he kisses the top of her head, and she almost instantly melts into his side.
Then seems to recall what he said and gives him a shove. “You canflirtwith whoever you want,” she tells him. “I’m not jealous.”
His lips twitch. “The only one I want to flirt with is you, sweet mystery.”
Her cheeks take on an adorable pink shade. “Go fight Reaper.”
“Trying to get me killed?” he asks, arching a brow. “Or is this your way of punishing me for my comments about Fleur earlier?”
Serapina releases a little growl that has me instantly hard for her.
Dreams, I want more of that, please and thank you,I think.
Maliki pulls her in for a kiss, one that tells me he’s feeling a similar way about that rumbling sound. When he slides his tongue into her mouth, I feel a pang in my heart. One that I suppose rivals Serapina’s earlier feelings about Fleur.
Only mine is underscored in longing.
Because I want to be able to do that—to grab her and kiss her and make her mine with my mouth.
But I need her consent first.
I need to be herchoice.
By the time Maliki releases her, she’s drowsy with lustand seemingly unaware of her audience until she meets my gaze. Her blue eyes widen, causing my lips to curl.
Maliki wraps his palm around her throat and whispers something in her ear that has her cheeks pinkening even more. I could have tried to listen, but I opted to give them their moment.
When his hand slides down her arm, she reaches out to him for support, and he brushes his lips against her cheek. “Will you mourn me if I die?” he asks softly, giving her a playful look.
She tries to respond but has to clear her throat to find her voice. “Don’t kill each other,” she finally manages to get out.
Alina nods.
And Reaper sighs dramatically. “It’s like they don’t want us to have any fun.”
“I’m not worried,” Maliki tells him. “I’m sure we’ll get creative.”
Reaper considers that for a moment. “So you’re saying a boundary could serve as a challenge. Perhaps as a way to redefine said boundary?”
“You are a Death Fae,” Maliki points out, his words seeming to hold a meaning that only Reaper is following. Because to everyone else, it feels like a deviation from the topic at hand. “And I’m a mutt.”
“An abomination,” Reaper corrects.
“Sure.” Maliki shrugs. “But I have a sword.”
“A very useful sword.”
“Yes, except it doesn’t cheat death.”
“No, it doesn’t.” Reaper taps his chin. “Right, well, creativity can be intriguing. So I’m game.”
