Her Soul to Take (Souls Trilogy, #1)

by Harley Laroux

From behind me, the low murmur of the men’s voices sent a little chill up my spine. Then Leon’s voice called, “Are you just going to stand there and hope we bother you, Raelynn? Or are you going to come get what you want?”

"Mercy," he whispered. He made that simple word sound beautiful, like poetry, like something tender. "That's all you have to say, and the game will stop immediately. Make sense?" "You're giving me a safe word," I said softly. "Jesus Christ..." "Christ isn't here." Zane's voice tickled against my ear, the snake's whisper to Eve. "Only the Devil, and he enjoys willing victims."

“Remember, little doll,” he growled, his head lowering slowly between my legs. “Say mercy if you want our play to end. But beg for me to stop and plead for your life if you want to continue.”

My eyes must have drifted a little too much, because Jeremiah’s smile widened, and he said softly, “See something else you like?” For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. Phantom fingers tightened around my throat, gave one tight, possessive squeeze, and were gone. I gasped softly, my eyes darting around the room, surveying the crowd – And fucking Jeremiah thought I’d gasped for him.

His grip choked my sharp intake of breath at the sting. “I knew I should have marked you,” he growled. “I’m not a jealous being, Rae, but I don’t like to see you play without being marked as mine before anyone else.” His eyes flickered down, then his head lowered too. He pushed up my sweater, kissing slowly, tenderly along my breasts above my bra, before biting my flesh hard enough to make me yelp.

“I told you I wanted to pierce these,” he said. “You’d look so good with my metal in you.”

“Was that yes, please do it?” he said. “Or am I just imagining how goddamn eager you are?”

“Are you?” He frowned. “Excuse me?” “Are you on my side? Really?” His expression grew serious, almost angry. His playful smirk was gone. “What the hell gave you the idea that I wasn’t, Rae?”