The Wrath of the Fallen (Gods & Monsters, #4)

by Amber V. Nicole

"She's not sleeping with you," Samkiel said. "End of discussion." "She's slept with me before." "What?!" Samkiel snapped, and I thought he was going to pop a blood vessel. I knew he could destroy the kitchen with the power I felt emanating from him at Isaiah's poor choice of words. Not a single part of me felt jealous of how proudly Samkiel stood up for and protected Imogen. I knew the old version of myself would have. The version of me that was beyond broken and hurt, but so much had changed, and I had his back on this. The thought of Milani touching him had made me crazy, but I knew that despite their past, what had been between Imogen and Samkiel had long since past. Imogen was family, and I'd do anything for the family he had given me. My life for theirs would never be a question. Plus, Samkiel had whimpered my name this morning before he'd spilled down my throat, so that could also be why I was feeling more than a little secure at the moment.

That could do it