Page 88 of The Demon's Pet

“Cleo, are you okay to go with him?” Griffin asked, following after us.

“Go harass Os,” Sam said. “If you want to go get in his pants, you don’t need to try and get in Cleo’s.”

So that’s what this was all about.

Sam wasjealous. At least that’s what I would think if Sam was anything other than a death-loving psychopath.

Griffin let out a snort. “I’m not scared of you, angel—”

“You should be.”

“Be that as it may, I’m not trying to get in Cleo’s pants. That’s not… my taste,” Griffin said.

Sam slanted him a look, then nodded. “Keep it that way.”

“Possessive, aren’t you?” Griffin asked as we walked past torches and curious fae back to our cottage.

“Of course I am,” Sam said. “She’s my pet. Unlike Os, I’m a very attentive owner.”

Griffin folded his arms. “Os just doesn’t treat me like I’m beneath him.”

Sam opened the door to our cottage and pushed me inside, then stepped in front of me.

I would have stopped him, but I was kind of enjoying this caveman bullshit, to be honest.

“She’s mine,” Sam said. “And the only thing you’ll be beneath is the ground, if you lay hands on her again.”

“Cleo’s my friend,” Griffin said, nearly growling. “And that means if I want to hug her or hold her if she’s sad, then I will.” He looked over Sam at me. “You okay for the night, hon?”

I nodded. No matter what, I didn’t feel Sam would hurt me because of something like this.

If I was a misbehaving demon maybe, but not this.

Griffin nodded then, and there was warm concern in his eyes as he looked at me. “I’m going back to my place, then.”

“Os is still… investigating,” Sam said tightly.

Griffin sagged. “I thought as much.”

“He has his way of diplomacy. I have mine,” Sam said. “A word of advice, Griffin. Seek to get in his pants, not his heart. Os can be colder than I am, in his own way. You’ll only be disappointed.”

Griffin’s hands tightened into fists. “Then you don’t know him at all.” He whirled away and stomped off then, genuinely angry, and I wanted to go after him and ask more about Os.

It felt like Griffin knew him from somewhere.

But right now, other things were pressing.

Like Sam, who had shut the door to our dwelling and was now advancing on me, forcing me down the hallway as I stared up into his imperious face, intimidated by the sheer size of his shoulders.

When we reached the door to my bedroom, which was closed, he shoved his hands on either side of my head with a loudbang, trapping me, and brought his face down in close to mine.

His breath smelled like fresh mint and herbs, and the rich, spicy incense of his skin filled my nostrils.

Every time I was around this man, power just seemed to emanate off him in waves, making it hard to think straight.

I clenched my hands and legs slightly as a wave of arousal moved over me, and Sam seemed to notice, his lips turning up in the slightest of smiles.

“Even when I’m mean to you, you like it,” he said, coming in close, brushing my neck and shoulder with his warm breath as the heat of his body loomed only inches away.

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