“I saw you then and felt nothing. Saw you months later during the ghoul uprising and felt nothing then, too ... until I watched you tear through a group of ghouls 'til they were no more than blood in the wind. Made me so hard, I almost tripped over my cock on my way to kill the ghoul in front of me."
"Romantic," I said in an acerbic tone, but a fluttering had started inside that I was having a difficult time controlling.
A quick grin. "Indeed. Felt nothing when you rudely interrupted my orgy, either, except rage when I recognized you as the Guardian who'd been at Katie's supposed execution. Then we fought ... and I felt the same thing I'd felt when I watched you tear through those ghouls years before."
"Something long and hard?" I supplied, adding, "I remember it hitting my foot when I was trying to hold you down."
"Not that, though that, too," he said with another unrepentant grin. Then it faded as he said, "I felt that you were mine.”
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Jeaniene Frost,
Shades of Wicked