Page 42 of Feral Possession

He dipped his face to her ear, and it was all she could do to resist planting a kiss on his firm mouth. “It just occurred to me,” he whispered, “there’s something you may not know about our host.”

She leaned into him, her nipples pebbling against her top. “What’s that?”

“He’s an incubus.”

Her lust-drunk brain failed to register what he was saying. “You smell really good,” she confessed, tucking into his side.

“Xavier exudes pheromones capable of affecting those around him.”

“That’s nice,” she said with a breathy exhale.

She peeked up to find Carina eyeing them, venomous gleam in her eyes.

“Perhaps we should call it a night,” he murmured in a voice that sent a shiver down her spine.

“Yes. Let’s.” Dove desperately wanted a moment alone with him.

“Marcus!” Xavier bellowed. “Before you retire, I want to show you my new helicopter.”

“I’d love nothing more,” Marcus growled, failing miserably to sound sincere. “Just let me see to my Chosen first.”

Oh, but that sounded dirty. Yes. He should definitely see to her.

Before Dove registered that they were leaving, she was out in the hallway, her head floating in a lusty cloud. She leaned into Marcus’s chest, and he set his hand on her bare waist. She peered into the depths of his hood, whispering, “Did you know that a faerie’s glyph is an erogenous zone?”

His grip tightened on her, squeezing her flesh. “I’ve heard as much.”

She sighed, savoring his smokey scent. “Every faerie is different as to where they prefer to be touched. How hard or soft they prefer to be stroked.”

He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Do you want me to touch you, sweet dove?”

“Very much so.” Where their bodies connected, her skin grew heated.

She stroked his chest, caressing him as she wished he would her. “Tell me, Lord Steele, how would you like to be touched?”

Toned muscles tensed beneath her fingers. The flesh under his collar pulsed with a soft amber glow. She stared, fascinated, until he grabbed her hand, stopping her exploration.

“Why did you stop me?” she asked, bottom lip rolling out.

His heated gaze locked on her mouth, his brow furrowing. “Because I believe you’ll feel differently once you’re away from Xavier.”

“Will I?”

“Yes,” he stated, the delightful warmth in his tone hardening.

“And if I don’t? If I still want you to touch me?”

“Then—”

Behind them, a voice cleared. Marcus’s head popped up.

“Boss? You ready?” Bishop asked.

To her disappointment, Marcus grasped her elbows, setting her back from him. “Yes. You can see Dove to her room.”

Dove turned to face the lycan and her breath caught. Was he always this handsome? She beamed up at him. “Celeste was right. You totally rock the rugged bad boy look. Seriously, are those pecs for real?” She reached a hand toward his chest.

“Dove,” Marcus growled her name, and she jerked her hand back.

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