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“Your wards are shit. Remember Mexico?” I folded my arms across my chest and narrowed my eyes at my brother. “What’s the rule about Mexico?” “We can only mention it once per decade,” Mori muttered, annoyed at me for spoiling his fun.
“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.
Catching Mori’s eye over the top of the man’s head, I asserted my authority by mouthing the universally recognised code of siblings—even demonic ones. Dibs.
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.
But most of all, I wanted to shove this table to one side and fall to my knees in front of this man. I wanted to hold him in my arms and promise that no one would ever hurt him again. That I would spend every second of my damned existence keeping him safe and making him happy if he would let me.
I hadn’t known what I was doing when I’d marked Oscar, but my soul had. My heart had. We’d always been taught that giving our mark away meant giving our heart, and that’s what I’d done.
“He means that I might be a bit…overprotective. Because I’ve marked you, the demon in me thinks you’re mine. Demons can be very possessive and protective of what they consider theirs, and when they mark someone…”
“Cal can never love another. By giving you his mark, he’s given you his heart. Even if you reject him, he will never be satisfied by anyone else. He’ll spend the rest of your life working in the shadows to protect you, and when you die—”
You don’t want to get off the sofa? I’ll sit with you. You’re having an anxiety attack? I’ll talk you through it. No matter what you’re thinking or going through, I’ll be at your side. Nothing about you can scare me away. That’s the good thing about demons. Your darkness cannot contend with mine.”
“More than that, you should know that demons are selfish and possessive creatures. When there’s something we want, we won’t stop until it’s ours. If you were mine, if you accepted the bond, I would never let you go. You would become the focus of my life, the being I would put before all others.”
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.
“Like I would do anything you ask. Like I exist only to make you happy. Like I’ve been seeing the world in black and white, but meeting you has turned on the colour.”
“You are special. You are wanted. And I’m not exaggerating when I say I will burn down the world for you. You are mine, and I am yours, for as long as you want me.
“You’re not to touch yourself,” he growled as his teeth snagged my earlobe. “Your pleasure is mine to give. Understand?”
“Bestie, time for another demonic boyfriend lesson. If Cal had his way, he’d chain you to his bedpost and wait on you hand and foot for the rest of eternity if that kept you safe. He’s trying to be more…human, for your sake.”
