Page 41 of Secondhand Garagyre

Well, that won’t do.

Alow, rumbling purr starts rattling in my chest.Ineed to get her aroused enough that she’s on the edge of completion asIflick the soft blanket she brought with us over her lap, covering her from prying eyes.

Thattask complete;Islide my tail under the blanket, being careful not to disturb the soft fabric.Incliningmy head,IpullPaisley’shead back, shoving my mating venom covered tongue into her mouth.Idon’t give her much, just enough to bring her to the edge along with my mating purr.

Pullingback,Ismirk at whatIsee.

Herpupils are blown wide and her nipples are so hardIcan see them beaded through her sweater.Purringharder,Iuse my tail to tease her clit through the holdI’vemade in her trousers.Skimmingmy hand at her waist down her body,Iposition it under the blanket asIretract the claws on my first two fingers and replace the tip of my tail with them.

Slantingmy eyes up,Isee the little man lift the box in his hands. “Lookat yourChristmastree,my mate.Watch, or you will miss the reason for our trip to town.”

ThesecondIsee the human reach for the switch,Islam my tail intoPaisley’sweeping slit.Ifeel her cunt ripple around my tail asIuse the tip to strum the little sensitive spot inside her as my fingers pinch her clit.Lightbathes the crowd, as my mate falls apart in my arms, watching the brilliance of the tree coming to life before us.Herchest expands on a deep breath andIquickly raise the hand at her throat to her mouth to muffle the sounds of her pleasure.Itis my duty to protect her, even from herself.

Thefaint shrieks and hisses of the demons present is music to my ears andIfeel their presence rapidly departing from the painful light now emanating from the tree.Thesunlight spell will last for several days, so any human within this area will be protected from their hunting.Leisurely, now that the most pressing threat is gone,Ibring my little flame down from her pleasure, and remove my tail from her drenched slit.

Peeringdown into her bemused face, love envelopes me. “Letus go home, little flame.”

Chapter Forty-Two

PAISLEY

Laithogis on edge.

Andhas been since we left the modicum amount of safety offered by the crowd.AfterIrecovered from his…attentions.Hedidn’t waste any time gathering me up in his arms and carrying me to the driver’s side to ensure nothing snuck up on us whileIwas vulnerable getting in the pickup.

OncesatisfiedIwas protected, he went back to the bed of the truck, scoopedMerryandPippinup, slammed the tailgate, and unceremoniously dumped my boys in the back seat before climbing into the passenger seat.Hehasn’t stopped scanning the surrounding area as we left town, and it’s a bit unnerving.Ihaven’t seen this side of him since the first night we met and he saw my abused countenance.Afterthat initial meeting, he’s been nothing but kind, caring, and considerate.

It’snot thatIdon’t understand that he was a warrior for centuries.

BecauseIdo.

But…nowI’mseeing it firsthand with a rational mind.

Hisbody is radiating power.Theblood he took from me in town appears to have restored his magick and then some.Focusingon the bond that connects our souls,Itake a peek to see what feelings are circulating through his body.

Tension.

Concern.

Apprehension.

Worry.Angst.Terror.

Love.Devotion.Determination.

“We’rebeing followed.”Hisblunt words chill me to the bone.It’snot likeIdidn’t expect something like this to happen, but speculating about it and it actually happening are not the same.

Pullingmyself together,Iask. “Whatdo we do?”

“Weare not going to do anything.Iam going to ensure you and the vexations get within the safety of my wards, if it’s the last thingIdo.Youaremy mate.Nothis.Theonly comfortIcan give you is that ifIfall, you won’t survive long enough forRulzikto unravel the wards to capture you.”

Anew fear fills me at his words. “Laithog…what aboutMerryandPippin?”Ihesitantly inquire, trepidation filling me asIglance from the road over to his granite face.

“Ifwe…die.They’llbe alone with no one to take care of them, and what ifRulzikgets ahold of them?”Tearsclog my throat at the thought of that monster hurting my fur kids.

Snarling, his fearsome teeth bared, he looks over his shoulder into the back seat.Twosets of soulful eyes staring back at himin doggie adoration. “Ican’t believeIam about to do this,” he mutters to himself.

“Dowhat?”Myquestion goes unanswered as a silver glow, eerily similar to the light a full moon casts, fills the cab of the truck.

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