Where did you go? (Infatuated fae Book 3)

by Jeneane O'Riley

That chiseled-jawed motherfucker.

I lowered my voice. “He—he was saying weird things about my junk the last time we were behind the tree,” I declared. Detachable dick this, you dark-haired shadow muncher.

Your wants sit far beneath my need to possess you.”

We became our own demons, so we had nothing to fear.