Devil's Mark (The Reckless Damned, #1)

by Lark Taylor

“Morning, my fellow fire-breathing bitch queens!” Harlow’s greeting was stolen from one of his favourite books. He loved how ironically it could be applied to the three of us. He swept in on a cloud of cologne that smelled of honey and oranges. “To what do I owe the pleasure of such an early morning—Oh, for fuck’s sake, not the rug again.”

Not like demons. Our love was rare but all-consuming. When we fell in love and marked another as our own, that was it for us.

Hell, if I had my way, Oscar would never leave the safety of my embrace again. Demons were very possessive when we found something we wanted.

Calling on my ancient well of power, I leaned forward and placed my lips on Oscar’s forehead. Marking him as mine.

I may have given Oscar the option to walk away from me, but all of Hell wouldn’t be enough for me to walk away from him.

“That’s not it at all. None of us thinks you’re weak. For Satan’s sake, you teach teenagers. Willingly. If that doesn’t show you’ve got a core of steel, I don’t know what will.”

“I can’t decide if that’s hot or deranged.” He shot me a wink as he tied a towel around his waist. “Always both, sweetheart.”