Karma is a Witch (Deadlights Cove, #5)

by B. Perkins

I’d gotten one tiny taste of being in her space earlier, of pushing her limits, and suddenly, I realized I wanted more. I wanted her. Didn’t that just take the damn cake.

The hooligan bell-ringer, apparently.

I pointed an accusatory finger at him. “You know better than this, Bagheera.”

“Eyes on me, hellcat.”

“Look at me, Devanna. Open your throat and swallow around me.”

“Don’t break me,” I whispered, hating how fragile I sounded. He kissed me softly, once, then again. “I wouldn’t dream of it.” “I’m yours.” And just like that, I gave in. Dove headfirst into the face of my fears.

He was where I belonged.