“Banshee?”
I turned and found Aspen standing behind me, Diesel at her feet. He wasn’t growling, but his hair stood up. “Baby girl, this is Kyllian, my niece. Kyllian, this is my old lady, Aspen.”
“Hi, Kyllian.” Aspen smiled at Kyllian. I knew she remembered her, but I was surprised when Kyllian’s eyes got wide as she looked at Aspen.
“I know you,” she whispered.
Aspen nodded solemnly. “We never met, but yes, I know who you are. I didn’t know you were Banshee’s niece.”
“It wouldn’t have made a difference,” Kyllian said.
“No, I don’t suppose it would have. Everything happens for a reason.” I pulled Aspen against me and kissed the side of her head.
“No!”
I turned and saw Grace and King facing off yet again. The two of them were like oil and vinegar. They kept themselves apart, but if you shook them up, eventually they’d blend into something everyone loved.
“Fuck this,” King growled. He lifted Grace off the floor, over his shoulder, and moved down the hall as everyone in the room shouted and whistled.
“Think this is it?” Aspen asked as she stared down the hallway.
“I fucking hope so. Not sure any of us will survive the two of them living here if they don’t fucking get it together.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
King
By the time I’d made it to my room and dumped Grace on my bed, she was fucking pissed. I knew she would be. So, when she jumped off the bed and stomped toward me, raising her hand to slap me—I was ready.
I may have drunk half a bottle of Hell’s Breath, but I wasn’t drunk. Sure, my words were a little slower coming from my brain, but my fight-or-flight reflexes never dulled.
“You son of a bitch!” she cursed
I caught her hand in mine when she tried to slap me and spun her around so her back was against my chest, trapping her with my arm banded around her middle.
My mouth was a fraction of an inch from her ear when I whispered, “You’re fucking mine.”
I felt her body shudder against me, and I leaned down, taking her earlobe between my teeth. I bit down hard, causing her to cry out and slump against my chest. My lips moved down the side of her neck to the space where it met her shoulder, and I bit her again before licking the same spot.
I pulled the neck of her shirt away and kissed her shoulder.
“King,” she breathed.
“What, baby?”
“What are you doing?”
“Something I should have done a long fucking time ago,” I whispered. She turned in my arms, her teeth sunk into herbottom lip, and I tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and confirmed, “Making you mine.”
I smashed my lips onto hers, holding the back of her head with my hand. This time, she didn’t pull back. She didn’t fight me. She opened her mouth and let me in. Her arms traveled up around my neck, and she jumped up, wrapping her legs around my waist. My hands caught her ass cheeks, and I squeezed hard as I turned and slammed her back against the closed door. Grabbing a handful of hair, I yanked her head back, giving me better access to her throat. Running my tongue along the curve of her neck, I nipped and sucked along the way, making sure I left love bites for all to see. Sealing my lips on the spot just below her ear, I sucked hard.
I wanted to mark her as mine. I wanted there to be no mistake, no question as to who she belonged to. She was mine.
The thought of her going back downstairs with my mark on her had my cock hard as a steel pipe behind my zipper.
Grace pulled on my hair until I looked at her. Her green eyes were bright with passion and anger. She’d never admit this was exactly what she’d wanted me to do.
I held her against the door as my hand went around her throat. We stared at each other, playing a silent game of chicken to see who would break first. It wouldn’t be me.
