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“Not everywhere,” I try to joke, because no lie, my junk isveryinterested in having her this close and hopefully a whole lot closer.
Her sea-colored eyes lock on mine, and I’m aquatic, I can breathe underwater. But I swear to fuck, I’m drowning. The gills tucked behind my ears flutter and flare. My kraken stirs and uncoils in my skin.
“Your eyes are turning black,” she whispers. Her fingers rest against the racing pulse in my throat.
“Just my kraken,” I tell her, all husky. “He likes you.”
“Mmmmm. I think maybe I like him too.” Light as breath, her soft warm lips graze mine.
And my whole gods-damned world shifts sideways.
Chapter Nineteen
Zara
I finally give in to the insidious pull I can’t seem to resist.
I finally kiss the kraken.
That’s when my whole goddamn world shifts sideways.
Mordred’s built like a tank, like he’s indestructible, he’s badass and right now he’s running cool to the touch. Just like Vasili, my other cold-blooded shifter. But the midnight-blue beard that grazes my fingers is silky soft. The demon’s full lips are a shock of carnal heat. Even when he’s holding himself in check, so I can take the lead.
I swear, this guy has a mouth that would tempt a priest to sin.
With a teasing lick of tongue, I nudge his lips open. A shiver works through the powerful body kneeling at my feet. A deep baritone rumble rises from his broad chest like a purr.
That’s his kraken, I know it. He’s purring a welcome.
My dragon queen croons in reply.
Mordred’s tongue meets mine in a lazy swirl of heat. The burn of spiced rum and saltwater taffy explodes on my tongue like candy. Now it’s my turn to moan and lean into the kiss, licking his mouth like a sweet gooey treat that’s melting in the heat. My free hand drops to his tattooed shoulder to anchor us both.
Under my palm and a canvas of inky skin, his massive deltoids ripple and clench. His big hand lands on my waist to ease me closer.
Incubus.Lucius’ protective warning whispers in my head.This is the very essence of his power. For any mortal, that demon is forbidden fruit. In the Christian era, with a kiss like that, his kind could ensnare your soul. A good Irish Catholic schoolgirl like you would damn your mortal soul to hell for a taste.
Yeah, well, good thing I’m a lapsed Catholic, Lucius. And I’ve never been a nun.I grin against the warm suck of Mordred’s mouth.Pretty lucky thing for all of us. Right, Teach?
My teasing makes Lucius growl.
God, I can feel him lurking at my back, his wolf too close to rising. Then my wolf king pushes right into me. His sinewy leather-clad legs graze my back. The turgid bulge of his swelling dick nudges my head.
Now my dragon croons for both of them. Both my shifters. Except—wait—
Mordred isn’tmyshifter.
The krakenisours,my dragon hums, rich with certainty, like the randy bitch she is.Claim our mate.
Fuck me. Fuck my life. Just fuck.
We’re claiminganothermate?
In response, my whole body throbs and vibrates with a drumbeat of yearning.
Guess that’s a big fat yes.
Only if Mordred feels the same, obviously. He’s an incubus. Not exactly known for committed relationships. And assuming my guys agree. Which, given that minefield of unexploded Mordred-Zephyr ordnance, is a lot to assume.
