Page 167 of Demon's Bounty


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She laughs, breathless. “Oh, that’s going to be fun. Do it again.”

What else could I do but oblige?

We spend far too much time beneath those pines, trading kisses and caresses that make it nearly impossible for my knot to subside.

My witch is going to run me ragged, I can already tell.

And I’m going to savor every moment.

Every single one.

45

Seren

By the time Callum and I finally disentangle and pull on our dirty, rain-soaked clothes, I have no idea what time it is.

Late. Probably very late. But the rain is finally letting up, and I can even make out a few faint stars through the thinning clouds.

“I think this is yours,” I say, holding out something that looks like a wayward piece of his leather armor.

Callum shrugs and tosses it into his bag, apparently still too blissed-out to care that he absolutely looks like he just got lucky in a forest.

Goddess, he’s handsome like this.

Dirty and rumpled, hair a mess, a few small leaves and twigs in his beard.

I’ve always liked a man who scruffs up well, and the fact I’ve got a demon who scruffs up arguably better than any man I’ve ever seen sends another wave of tender, possessive pride through me.

This demon is mine.

My mate.

Mine to keep.

As he fiddles with another piece of armor, I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his middle.

A deep, satisfied rumble breaks in Callum’s chest, and I lay my cheek on his back.

“How’d you know where to find me?”

He chuckles. “You have to ask?”

A tug on the bond, one that doesn’t come from my end this time. It sends a corresponding pulse down between my thighs, and I have to make myself focus on the conversation.

Seeing what else this bond can do is going to be really, really fun.

Callum’s humor fades a moment later, replaced by a deep sigh.

“I still don’t feel good about you losing your half of the bounty, star,” he grumbles. “I will find a way to pay you back for that.”

I step in front of him and loop my arms around his neck. “I made my choice.”

“I know. That doesn’t mean I have to—”

“Callum. I mean it. It was my choice. And I hope someday you’ll realize you deserve someone to step up and take care of you the way you step up and take care of others.”

He melts into me. “It may take me a while to accept that.”