Carnal Urges (Queens & Monsters, #2)

by J.T. Geissinger

“One: I don’t tolerate disobedience. If I give you an order, you follow it.” Magic 8 Ball says: Outlook not so good. “Two: you don’t speak unless you’re spoken to.” In what universe is that happening? Not this one. “Three: I’m not Kieran. If you hit me, I hit back.” His blue eyes glitter. His voice drops. “And it will hurt.”

Shaking my head, I say, “I feel sorry for his mother. She should’ve swallowed instead.”

“Oh, relax. I just wanted to ask if you think Reverse Stockholm syndrome is already a thing, or if you’re about to invent it?”

“The only one of me who ever has been or ever will be. Same as you. In a word: irreplaceable.”

“‘I make the best use of what’s in my power, and take the rest as it happens.’”

“You’re safe with me. You can let your guard down. I’ll catch you if you need to fall.”

“What’s happening is that you’re breaking my bloody heart. Now fucking kiss me.”

It’s not about tab A fits into slot B. It’s about who you are as a human. What turns you on. What you need. Everyone has a match. A fit. Yin to yang, light to darkness. It’s when we fight it and judge it that we run into problems.

“Aye, baby. And all I am is yours now, so take care of this monster you’ve enslaved.”

“Tá tú mianach, cailín milis. Mianach.” He tucks his face into my neck and whispers my name like a prayer. I wonder how I ever thought I’d known happiness before.

“Sweet girl. My fierce little lion queen.