Chapter TEN-EMMET

I was so fucking fucked.

I did not mean that literally. Even though, technically, yes, I’d just been actually fucking fucked. And Jesus, it had been wonderful. Better than anything else ever. Hands down.

But I still tasted Jezebel’s blood on my tongue as I held her through every tremble and aftershock of her orgasms.

Yes, there were plural.

Demon growled deep in satisfaction, and I felt our matebond surge and swirl around us before I raised my head from where I’d buried it against her throat.

Holy fuck. But it was beautiful. Green and blue swirls of light danced around our bodies, wrapping us up like Christmas presents. I was so stunned, I could hardly think.

And when her bright blue eyes opened, I didn’t know what to expect. But I knew the second she saw them, too.

Only, Jezebel wasn’t mystified like I was. Nor was she caught up in the magic of it all. The surprise. The beauty.

No, my sweet Angel looked scared.

Terrified, really.