Haven't Read the Peaches Series yet? Here's what you're missing

"Peaches," Bane growled behind me. "Wait."

Ha! If he thought I was going to wait for him he was crazy. The second I stopped angry walking to the hotel, I'd turn around and start angry yelling at him. Which would only end in hot, angry sex, and for once, I wanted to stay angry.

"You just called me stupid, Bane," I threw over my shoulder as I stomped across the street, holding my hand out for cars.

A guy beeped at me and yelled, "Get out of the fucking way!"

I slammed my hands down on his hood. "Don't curse at me!"

Blue eyes widened before the guy barked out a laugh and ran a hand through his short black hair. "Crazy bitch."

Bane had his fist through the hood before I could blink. His eyes glowed red and his fangs lengthened just the tiniest bit, peeking out from his upper and lower lips. "Don't speak to my wife that way or I'll kill you."

Ooh, Bane was so freaking sexy when he went all territorial on other men.  I totally hated it when he did it to me, but there was something about seeing Bane get upset on my behalf that made me almost want to forgive him for calling me stupid.

Almost.

I shot a dirty look at my husband before continuing across the street.

"You just hit my car!" the nasty driver screamed. "There's a hole in my fucking car! Get back here and pay for this."

Both Bane and I ignored the dude. "Habibi, I didn't call you stupid. I said what you planned to do was stupid."

I snorted as I pushed open the hotel doors and strode through the lobby, barely sparing anyone a glance. To most people Bane and I looked like a normal couple fighting, but to people that knew us, we were far from normal.

He was a vampire and I was... well, a butterfly? I didn't exactly have a known species. I was able to kind of  make up what I wanted to be. Butterfly sounded nicer and cuter than acid spiting, mind reading, memory diving, soul eating, winged monster. Shorter, too.

I hit the up button for the elevator, crossed my arms under my breasts, and tapped my foot impatiently the epitome of 'don't fuck with me right now'. Bane didn't take the hint, but then again, my husband never took the hint.

I smelled Bane, felt his heat slide over my left side like a caress, before I heard him. "You could get killed, habibi."

I shook my head and turned toward him, throwing my hands down at my sides. "I could always die. That's sort of our thing—going into dangerous, life-or-death situations."

Red bled into the brown of his irises. "And sometimes you do die, Peaches. Do you want me to go through that again?"

I rolled my eyes. "Stop throwing that one around, Bane. I died. I came back. Get over it and stop being so dramatic."

The elevator dinged and he used his vampire speed to get me on the elevator before anyone saw us move. He held me against the wall and I watched the doors slowly close, my only exit narrowing down to a sliver of light.

I felt his lips warm on my neck. "Dramatic? Is that what you call my reaction?"

It's a trap! I knew it was. I kept my mouth shut.

"I became a monster. A killer because of you. Ah, habibi , you drive me insane. Sometimes I want to strangle you, I'm so upset and other times I want to tie you to my bed and fuck you until you can't think. Until you can't walk. Until I hear nothing from you but pleading and begging for more."

I leaned forward and nipped at his neck, ran my tongue over the shell of his ear. "We did that before and almost lost our kingdom." My voice my have been just a touch breathless, "And I'm still mad at you. We're not having sex."

We always had sex. That wasn't a complaint, just a fact. My husband was insatiable, but so was I. We worked that way.

He chuckled and I felt his hand slide to the fly of my jeans. "You always say that, Peaches."

I sighed. Yup, I did, but somehow I always ended up with Bane between my thighs. "I better come three times," I finally said, a little miffed.

My jeans and underwear were gone a second later. "Let's make it four."