Page 12 of House of Demons and Bones

“Sy is all yours later,” Barbie said.

“Just so you know, Barbie, I have a French chef,” Rowan said.

Barbie’s fork stopped halfway to her mouth.

“I have the best chef,” Killian countered. “I’ll hire three more just for you.”

Barbie’s face lit up. “I’ll eat at both houses. Maybe Cade will hear about this and join the competition.”

Rowan snorted. “Cade’s too cheap for top staff.”

Barbie sighed. “He keeps complaining about his tight budget. He asked me if I thought his job was easy, and I told him that I wouldn’t know since he’s the prince and the only job I had was an underpaid squire.”

“You should go now, Rowan,” Killian cut in. “Handle the heirs.”

“I’m not leaving without kissing Sy goodbye,” Rowan said.

My heart fluttered with hope and longing.

Let him kiss me before he departs,I urged Barbie.Don’t be a bitch.

“I’m sick and tired of fighting him.” Killian turned to Barbie with a weary sigh. “We probably have to give him what he wants so he’ll leave.”

Her mismatched eyes swirling, Barbie loosened her grip. I burst through the surface with a bang. Her golden curls vanished, and my twin white braids kissed my ankles. The mountain air hit my face, sharp and clean. I turned to my sugar with a fanged grin, dazing him with my wild beauty.

Killian dragged a hand over his face. “I can never get used to this shit.”

Before I could get my bearings—shifting always left me vulnerable for three full seconds—Rowan had pulled me into his embrace.

“Well, hello to you too, sugar.” I grinned.

He slanted his mouth over mine, and I instantly wrapped my arms around his neck, my torso stretching against him, my bountiful breasts pressing against his hard chest.

“I missed you, little monster,” he murmured against my lips.

It hadn’t been that long since Barbie and I shifted back and forth, but my sugar counted every second we were apart. I clung to him, showing that the feeling was mutual. I never thought Icould feel this strongly for any male, but here I was. Barbie had warned me not to fall for my sugar, but it was already too late.

Falling felt light and oh so right.

If you do not take the risk, how can you find love?I lectured Barbie.

Fall for the wrong man, and you’re choosing between bad and worse,Barbie countered.

I choose to jump off that cliff on faith, and the falling is worth it because he catches me every time,I said.And why are you still so negative? You’ve found your fated mate. Think of the odds; not even one in a million will find their true mates. And Killian’s right here, looking at you like you’re his favorite dessert.

He’s not looking at me,Barbie said.I’m inside you. He’s counting down impatiently, about to tell Rowan the kissing game is over.

Rowan thrust his tongue through my eager lips, and I melted into his kiss. The tip of my tongue mated with his feverishly. His hardness pressed against me, burning through the thin fabric of my magical mini-gown, my latest party creation, and searing my flesh.

I hooked my leg around his hip and moaned into his mouth. We breathed each other in, hungry for each other and desperate for more.

Do me a favor, Barbie. Ask Killian to step away,I said.A quickie with my sugar will do us all good. I want to give him a nice parting gift to remember me by until my next shift.

Barbie’s mental eye-roll was practically audible.You can’t be this horny all the time, Sy. It’s unhealthy. You need professional help; this is becoming an addiction. I read about compulsive sexual behavior. Human social media is big on mental health these days.

“Quit it,” Killian barked. “You’ve been kissing for over five minutes, and I don’t see an end in sight.” He shook his head in disgust. “Who even kisses that long? Normal people take breaks to breathe!”

Who needed air when my sugar was my oxygen? Besides, he’d done the same with Barbie, kissing every inch of her.

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