Page 91 of The Demon's Pet

Sam took another step inside, and I cringed back on my bed, knowing there was probably no way to escape from him.

He put his hands on his hips in a cocky stance and glowered down at me as though he didn’t even know what to do with me.

Then he ran an elegant hand through his waves, mussing them further.

“Cleo,” he said firmly. “What did I tell you about not bothering me?”

I glared at him, fire sparking in me. “What part of me, ever since you met me, made you think I would listen?” I asked back.

Shit, I was probably going to die, but he had to admit I had a point. Defying authority was practically a sport for me.

He let out a sigh. “I wasn’t planning to tell you yet.” He turned away from me, looking at the ground, giving me a view of his broad back and its spectacular muscles.

Then he whirled to face me again, this time with folded arms. It was the first time I’d seen him feeling even vaguely uncomfortable.

“This is my fault, so you can stop cringing back like I’m going to hurt you,” he said. “I know I’m a cruel person, but have I hurt you, physically at least?”

I shook my head slowly.

“If I’d wanted to, I would have by now. But as I said before, I need a favor from you.”

“What favor?” I asked.

“Again, I can’t tell you much until we get to our next destination. Where we can have privacy.”

I looked around us at the empty room. “Aren’t we private now?”

Sam’s expression darkened. “I don’t trust the fae. Now that you’ve caught their attention, they could be spying on us.”

“I see,” I said, a small shiver going up my back at the thought. “But I don’t think Zadis is like that. He’s really nice…”

Sam took a step closer, glaring. Damn, he was intimidating up close. So much beauty. So much power. “You don’t know that fae. Don’t assume you do just because he’s putting on a good front.”

“He’s honest and upfront, unlike you,” I said. “He told me he’s serious about me, and—”

Sam’s eyes widened in shock and then narrowed in a glare. “He said that?” He turned to go. “I’m going to fight him.”

“What?” I squeaked, running after him. I reached out to grab him, but there was no shirt to hold on to.

Sam spun and trapped me against the hallway wall, one hand on either side of my head. He seemed to like having control of me that way.

I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t hot. At the same time, I knew if it was anyone else, I’d be making meatloaf out of their crotch.

“You aren’t getting this,” he hissed at me. “You’re this innocent little celestial who knows nothing about this world, but that’s okay. You have me to guide you, if you would only listen and stop waking up my fucking incubus!”

I blinked at him in shock. “Incubus?”

He pushed off the wall and away from me and headed into the kitchen. He didn’t say anything, so I guessed he just assumed I would follow.

I did.

When I got to the kitchen, he was drinking a glass of water and staring out the window over the small sink at the dark night, torches glowing in the distance.

He turned to face me, leaning against the counter with his hands planted on the edge of it.

My eyes fought not to wander down to his sweatpants.

“I knew wolves were horny, but this is really something else,” he muttered.

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