Page 64 of Devil’s Snare

“Do you think we have to worry about retaliation? Like whoever helped him or knew about his revenge plan?”

“No. But there’s something else there. Cyber is still looking into it. Somehow, our club is connected. We won’t let it slide.”

That was enough for now.

“You know, before I lost consciousness, I heard it speak to me.”

“The Tree? Or the Leshy?”

Leshy. So that was what it was called. “The Leshy.”

“What did he say?”

“He showed me things. Images of the past. Of my past. Lives I’ve lived and glimpses of you. Well, both of us. Together.”

Cin’s eyes widened. “He blessed you.”

“I didn’t believe in reincarnation before this. But when I look into your eyes, Cin, I see the truth. I see home.”

“Fuck.” His hand slapped over his heart. “You slay me, baby. You’re my home. The oxygen in my lungs. Can’t breathe without you.”

“Then kiss me so I know it’s all real.”

Cin carefully cradled my face. “Love you, Bambi.”

Then his lips softly brushed mine.

And it really did feel like home.

“HOW ARE YOU FEELING?” Cin asked as he reached for my hand.

“Good. Really good.” Better than I should have for being shot in the back, but I didn’t remind Cin. He’d only frown and fuss and make me go back to bed. “Like I could use fresh air and a little exercise.”

Hint. Hint.

“Bedroom activities in the outdoors, if you catch my drift.”

No, I wasn’t suave. Or even subtle.

Cin hauled me closer, nearly crushing my chest against his. “Yeah?”

“I think,” I began, trailing my fingers up his cut. “You need to fuck me in the graveyard.”

His eyes shimmered, and that green took on the hue that reminded me of the god-like being I’d fallen in love with, and that he was no ordinary man. Including the monster between his legs. “Careful, little deer.”

“I want you to chase me through the headstones at midnight like the night we met. Make me come and scream your name.”

“Gwen,” he growled, already growing hard as he walked me backward, pressing my back into the bedroom wall. The one we shared in the clubhouse. Now that he couldn’t live without me.

His hips drove his bulge into my core.

“Liam.”

The sexiest sound left his throat as he attacked my neck, but I managed to push him away. Not far, but enough to give me a few inches of space.

“I won’t wear anything under my dress. Catch me and claim your prize.”

He groaned. “Gonna be the death of me.”