Deal with the Demon (The Mate Games: Pestilence, #1)
Rate it:
Open Preview
Kindle Notes & Highlights
Read between April 29 - April 30, 2025
4%
Flag icon
“Unless you’re a menace. Are you a menace, sweetheart?” “Not unless I have to be.”
7%
Flag icon
“Aren’t you an adorable little morsel?”
12%
Flag icon
“Are you trying to get in my pants or piss me off, Asher? Because I’ll tell you what, one of them is working.” “Can’t it be both? I like you angry.”
18%
Flag icon
My wolf gave a little snarl at the comparison. We were so not a puppy, but if she wanted to rub my belly, I’d let her call me her good boy.
20%
Flag icon
Ben’s brows slanted down in a fierce glare. “She’s n-n-not m-m-mine.” The vehemence of his denial had my back snapping straight. “You would be so lucky, Mr. Grumpy Pants. I am a delight.”
30%
Flag icon
His lips lifted in that half-smile I was coming to love and dread in equal measure. It made me stupid. I couldn’t think straight when he smiled at me.
39%
Flag icon
“So you’re saying there will be a next time?” I ran my thumb down her cheek, tipping her chin up and stealing one last kiss before I made myself walk away. “You’ve got me n-now, baby. There’s n-never gonna be a l-last time.”
55%
Flag icon
“Why not call them your boobs? Or tits? Or breasts? Or fuck, I don’t know anything else?” “What would you rather I call them? My nunga-nungas?” I snorted. “Or your dirty pillows. Chesticles. Bacon hangers. Milk monsters . . . snuggle pups?” “Hot f-floppies?” Ben offered.
63%
Flag icon
I flipped him off. “Behave on this.” He raised a brow. “How old are you?” “Old enough to fuck like a champ.” “Jesus Christ.” “I think I’ve made you say that a time or two.” Asher laughed. He actually laughed. “Yeah. You might’ve.”
78%
Flag icon
“I like to smell like you too, sugar. What better w-way than to eat you until you come all over my face?” Her thighs spasmed beneath my hold as her entire body reacted to my statement. “Yes. Oh God, Ben. Yes.” “Don’t be afraid to hold on to something. I recommend my hair. I’m really fucking hungry for you.”
92%
Flag icon
“You want me to pluck you, don’t you, petal?”
94%
Flag icon
“Let me suck on your . . . manhood.” “Oh, petal. If you want my cock, you have to ask for it. My wife cannot be a simpering miss. Not when I want her to be my dirty little slut.”