“I have little regard for my own life,” Nolan said. He didn’t sound like he was joking. “So if you desire to kill me, please go ahead. However, I believe it’s in your best interests to stay under my protection, and Amabella will kick your asses to the curb if I end up dead. What will you do then, when your darling little Omega goes into heat in forty-eight hours?”
Three sets of eyes turned to me, nostrils flaring as they caught what Nolan had noticed first. My scent was stronger, my body preparing for the heat. Oswald cursed into my mind, his claws kneading gently against Nolan’s chest. Caspian was sheepish, having already known my predicament. Emmett looked at me with a cocked eyebrow, more curious than anything.
Shan…
Well, Shan was devouring me with his gaze, huffing my scent like an addictive drug. His crotch was covered by Caspian’s ass, but from the way the incubus-fae flushed, he must be sporting quite the wood.
“If you’re going into heat, we’re going to have to fuck out our grievances now,” he said, forgetting his threats to Nolan.
“Why’s that?” I asked.
“Once your sweet scent is all over this suite, I won’t be able to hold myself back from having you. I know you want to try knifing me again, so we should get that over with.”
“Who says you’ll be anywhere near me while I’m in heat?” I asked, taunting him.
Being difficult for Shan was in my nature. I’d planned on asking him to spend my heat with me regardless, pending a small chat about his tendency to think he knew best.
“I do. You’re mine, scrappy, so we should reconcile our differences now,” he growled.
My pussy pulsed, body temperature rising. That stupid nickname had to be the dumbest thing anyone had ever called me, but I liked it. I loved how possessive it sounded coming out of his mouth. Caspian scrambled off Shan’s lap and back into Emmett’s arms, letting the angel stand. His clothes weren’t his, the t-shirt and jeans too plain for his typical style. Despite that, he looked sexy in them.
“Yours? In your dreams,” I said with a snort. “And don’t think I’ve forgotten how you called me your wife. I’m no one’s wife.”
Shan paused when I mentioned his slip of the tongue, biting the inside of his cheek like he wanted to disagree with me. “You might not be my wife, but you are mine. Grab a weapon or use your teeth and nails, I don’t care. We’re going to fuck this out.”
“As long as you talk it out later, like proper adults,” Emmett said. He wasn’t impressed with our method of working out our issues — it certainly wasn’t one a therapist would recommend. Caspian was eagerly grinding on his lap, though, and he was stroking the bulge in the incubus’ pants.
A glance at Nolan confirmed he was dozing, but tuned in. Well, either he was tuned in or having a wet dream, but something was keeping his cock hard in his pants.
“We’ll get to the talking it out part,” I promised Emmett. Then I stood and turned to Shan. “Teeth and nails it is.”
ChapterSixteen
FREYA
Shan smirked, and a second later he was on me. His long fingers wrapped around my throat as he crowded me toward the bedroom where I would spend my heat. I let him, only because I didn’t want to traumatize Emmett or Nolan by starting this in the living room.
It wouldn’t be as violent as it could have been, because my magic stores were still recovering and my wand was somewhere else in the bowels of this building, but blood would be drawn.
“Remember, you don’t own me,” I said, slamming him back when we reached the bedroom door. “If you don’t get that through your thick skull, this is never going to work.”
He’d been expecting me to try something, but still released me. “I don’t,” he agreed. “But that doesn’t mean I have to give you everything, getting nothing in return.”
My fist flung out, narrowly missing his cheek. Before, I’d been mildly annoyed and eager to fuck it out, my anger toward him hazy at best. The more Shan spoke, the more he reminded me of all the reasons I had to be angry. “I told you my designation, and you gave me nothing. We can have this conversation a thousand times. Fuck, it feels like we have. I’ll never agree with how you handled things.”
“So hit me,” he demanded.
His brown eyes sparkled as he braced himself. Asking me to hit him was a dare, which was in character. However, I got the feeling he thought he deserved it.
This time when I swung a punch, it cracked against his cheek. Pain exploded across my knuckles from the crush of his bones against mine, and I hissed. He flinched, his eyelids fluttering shut.
Was hitting him a fluke? Shan hadn’t tried to dodge.
I went for the other side and made contact again.
Irritation rising, I brought my knee up and gently nestled it against his balls. From this position, I could knee him in an instant and cause him a realm of pain. He didn’t stop me. Pressing myself closer, I grabbed his chin and pulled it down, waiting until his eyes opened again.
“What are you doing, Shan? There’s something wrong with you,” I said.
