Deal with the Demon (The Mate Games: Pestilence, #1)

by K. Loraine

Fuck, if this is how good you feel with clothes on, what will it be like when I sink inside you with nothing between us? When I give you my knot?

I stared, eyes unseeing, as I gazed down at the sofa where Ben brought me to a blistering climax less than twelve hours ago. My, how quickly things change in only a couple weeks. My grumpy, rugged boss had turned out to be a—what was the term, cinnamon roll?—with a really talented tongue. A grin stretched across my face as I let my thoughts drift to revisit everything that happened last night.

“What’s the damage, baby girl? How mad is my brother gonna be?” He stood behind the bar, black leather jacket and tousled hair making him look like the pirate I’d envisioned earlier. Especially when he poured two shots of dark rum and slid one shot glass toward me.

Frustrated with myself, I headed toward the office, thinking a little accounting might just help me get my head on straight. Or bore me to fucking tears. Either way, it would take care of my raging hard-on. Math could kill anything. It was better than fire. There were other, much more enjoyable ways to deal with it, but it was Nadia I wanted. Her slick heat. Her cunt gripping me tight. Her cum coating me. Rosie Palmer and her five friends were a sad fucking substitute.

“Don’t look up, Remi.” Ben had pulled me close, pressing my face into his chest. Protecting me, even as he trembled in terror. He took that on for me. Stood sentinel for the both of us. Made sure, even as everyone we’d ever loved died, that he and I were safe. His soul bore the scars of that day so that mine could remain whole. Or as whole as it could ever be after living through a slaughter like that. From that night on, he barely spoke, and when he did, it was a stilted, halting, painful struggle for him. All because he’d kept me safe.

“Love isn’t all or nothing.” Rosie’s words spilled from my mouth, echoing the truth she’d handed me earlier. “You can love more than one person at the same time. It doesn’t mean you love the other one less. Love expands. It’s not finite. Trust me.”

The American tosser had her in his arms, his lips molded to hers, his hands in her tresses as he defiled what was mine. Who the bloody hell was this wankstain? He certainly wasn’t one of the Mercer twins.

“No one has ever done what you did for me, Rosie. No one. You claimed me as yours even though it might ruin your relationship with Ben and Remi. No one has ever wanted me before.”

branch or pot hole. “Get it together, Henry. This is so not the time to have a fucking crisis. Do you want to drive off

“It’s my experience that I think more in the shower. Come on, let’s lie down for a bit. We’ll put something on the telly.” His adopted British accent was abysmal, and I sneered. What a fucking donut. He sounded like Hagrid from Harry Potter. But she laughed. My duchess fucking laughed, and I hated him.

Mount her, my wolf begged. Claim her. I backed away as the last flutters of her second orgasm faded. “I’m loving you, Rosie. Like I promised.”