Page 58 of Viper

Cocking her head, she met his gaze again, curious as to what he’d have stamped over his heart. “What does this bit say?”

He waited a beat, pursing his lips. “Maybe I’ll tell you some other time.”

Yeah, she’d heard that before. She gave him the same response she had last time: “And maybe you’re full of shit.”

“Maybe,” he said, his lips bowing up.

Feeling his softening cock slip out of her, she told him, “I have to go clean up.”

“I want a hand in that.” After removing and disposing of the condom, he carried her to the shower. Under the hot spray, he washed her down … only to then eat her out right there, after which he fucked her again. So they had to clean up once more before they finally left the stall.

Slumped on her stomach on his bed, she felt a very proprietary hand sweep down her back in a smooth, covetous glide that gave her tingles.

He palmed her ass. “Stay the night,” he coaxed.

“There you go using that tone on me again.”

He looked genuinely confused. “What tone?”

“The one that wraps around someone’s will like a spell.”

His lips winged up. “So you’ll stay?”

“I’m not sleepy.”

His smile widened. “Who said I had plans for us to sleep?” He gave her ass an encouraging squeeze. “Stay.”

She let out a mock, long-suffering sigh. “Okay.” Because she found that she’d completely ceased caring that he was a celestial.

Her mother would tut at that and brand her dumb. Her aunt would concur. Mia probably would as well. But Ella found that she gave no fucks about any of that either.

“All night?”

“All night.”

“And you’ll come back tomorrow?”

“I’ll come back.”

“Often,” he pushed.

Her eyes narrowed. “What is it exactly you want from me?”

Everything, baby.But Viper didn’t say that, because she wasn’t ready to hear it yet. For now, he’d keep it simple. “I want you in my bed. Or your bed. Or pretty much anywhere. I wantyou as often as I can get you. And I don’t want any other man touching you.” Even he heard the blatant possession in his voice.

“And there’d be no other women for you?”

“No, I don’t want anyone else.” He slid his hand from her ass up to her nape. “We can see where it goes. Can’t we?” he prodded, aiming to sound casual when in reality he wanted to officially claim her right there, right then.

She chewed on her lower lip. “Okay.”

Relief settled into his cells. “Good.”

“We’d have to keep it on the downlow, though.”

Yes, they did. Because he didn’t want either the strix or any potential celestial informant to see them together—none of which he could explain. “You ashamed to be seen with one of the Fallen?”

“No. I keep most of my flings and relationships on the downlow. My anchor, who’s something of an overprotective meddler, pokes his nose in. He likes to threaten guys to treat me well. He wouldn’t like me spending any kind of time with you, so he’d be problematic.”

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