“And how, pray tell, did you realize such an idiotic thing?”
The little minx smirks again and reaches one hand across the back of the sofa, closing some of the distance between herself and the guy so she’s pressing up against him, her fingers tangling in his hair.
I’m off the sofa and grabbing her throat within half a second—not tight but enough to show I have full control, and to stop her touching this motherfucker.
“You’re playing a very dangerous game here, Sable. Don’t for one second think you can get into my fucking head then try to mess with it. I don’t get jealous. I get territorial over whatbelongs to me. You aren’t an object. You aren’t human. You aren’t even anyone I can confidently say I’ll ever have a future with, but…” I say, bringing my mouth to her ear to whisper. “You. Are. Mine.”
Her chest rises and falls, pupils so blown I can no longer see color, and my cock is too fucking hard. My senses are heightening, and I inhale deeply, rejoicing that she’s as affected as I am.
Sable’s lips brush against mine with her reply. “YouwishI belonged to you.”
“Touch him or anyone else one more time and I’ll kill them,” I warn, feeling her pulse hammering against my thumb.
“Then you’ll need to kill them all.”
Releasing her throat, I straighten, wetting my lips and fighting the urge to drag her to her knees. “Now is not the time to test how far I’d go for you, Sable.”
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, and I’m drawn to it. My eyes are zoned in, stuck in a trance for far too long before I snap my hand toward the nearest person, squeezing my fist and making everyone think he’s choking on something as I crush his windpipe.
Sable’s on her feet and grabbing my face. “Stop!”
I’m barely using any power. It’s a simple mind trick using a little bit of glamor for a handful of seconds. It’ll leave next to no residue, and it means they can’t see what I’m really doing—as far as they’re concerned, I’m still sitting back on the other sofa, enjoying my drink.
Sable glares at me. “Put him down.”
I let the pathetic human drop to the ground and cough up saliva. His friends crowd him, some laughing that he’s choked on his alcohol, and a girl, who I assume he’s fucking given the worried look on her face, drops to her knees beside him.
“Don’t underestimate me,” I say, grabbing a handful of her long hair and wrapping it into my fist so I can haul her toward me. “I will kill every last person in this room, in this world, anyone by your side who isn’t me, just to call your fucking bluff. As soon as this curse is lifted and you get to run along to the other side, I’ll still hunt anyone who thinks about going near you.”
“Just admit you’re jealous, Lynx.” She smiles again, my anger defusing ever so slightly as she goes onto her tiptoes. “Admit it, and we can go upstairs and finish off what you obviously want to start.”
“I don’t need to admit anything. And if I was going to start something, I’d just finish it here.”
She hums. “In front of all these people? You could only dream of claiming me that way.”
Tutting, I capture her bottom lip between my teeth. “Now I just think you’re trying to piss me off.”
I drop her onto the sofa and follow, crushing my lips to hers in a less romantic and more “you are mine forever” way. Her hands grab at my hair while I position myself between her parted legs and rock forward, the sofa creaking.
“I’ll be yours if you’ll be mine.”
I let out a disbelieving laugh. “I was yours the moment you summoned me.”
“Morbid, considering you killed me.”
I shut her up with a kiss.
Her tongue dances with mine, and I could stay like this forever, with her—her taste, her sounds, her body beneath mine, smelling her want and need and being able to drop my hand below her waistband and between her legs, feeling how much she desires me.
So wet and warm. I push my fingers into her, and she moans, fingernails digging into my shoulders as I swallow her whimpers.
“Wait. Wait. Wait.” She grabs my wrist. “They can’t see me, but they can see you. Do they think you’re fingering the damn sofa?”
With a chuckle, I pull my fingers from her pussy and lift them to her mouth, pushing them in so she can taste what I’m doing to her.
I grip her cheeks with my free fingers and turn her head to the side. “They can see me over there sitting on the couch, debating whether or not to kill you all over again if you try to make me jealous one more time.”
Despite this, she still hesitates when I pop my fingers from her mouth and try to kiss her. Her head tilts to dodge my mouth, and I growl.
