Page 193 of Immortal Bastard

But it did matter to her. “We will have prom.”

She laughed. “It’s sort of a teenage thing. I’m over it. Besides, we’re going to have a wedding. That’s better. Oh, this is us.” She pointed to a large truck in spot 347.

When they reached her studio, there was much to do. Christian stripped the artwork off the walls while Delilah wrapped and boxed her equipment. She said she could visit the local library in Lancaster and sell the items online. The plan filled her with a sense of purpose, and money seemed to motivate her, so he didn’t see the harm.

“Christian, can you come here?”

He went to the back room and stilled at the sight of the chair where he first took her. His blood instantly heated as he scented her desire. “What do you need?”

She bit her lip and grinned. “I was thinking, before I pack all this stuff, we should have a little fun.”

He read her thoughts and chuckled. “You want to use that gun on me?”

“It’s only a piercing gun. Or…” She lifted a plastic package with several sharp silver needles inside. “You said the sterling silver stuff was a myth, right? How about we pretty up your nipples?”

He thought about the many things he asked of her. “This is something you want?”

“I think it’s hot.”

That was all she had to say. He removed his shirt and sat back in the chair.

Delilah unpackaged a needle and selected a medium gauge barbell. Once she had everything spread out on a metal tray, she stepped close to the chair. “Ready?”

His gaze never left her face as he nodded. The chair lowered with a low hum as she pressed her foot into a pedal on the floor.

Leaning over the leather arm, she sucked his flat nipple into her mouth. He moaned and arched as she teased the tip into a tight point. Standing back, she admired her work.

“This is going to look so sexy on you.” She lifted a small clamp and the long needle.

“You don’t use the gun?”

“Not for these guys.” She used a pen to mark two dots on his skin then clamped the tip of his nipple and then pulled. “Stay still.”

Christian breathed heavily as the needle pressed into his skin. His claws ripped into the arms of the chair when the tip punctured his flesh. Breath hissed through his fangs. She worked quickly, pressing the needle and barbell through the small hole.

She screwed on the ball and admired her work. “That’s one.”

She dragged a finger down his hard stomach and his muscles twitched. His cock lengthened. Despite the lingering pinch of pain, he liked her attention on him like this.

Leaning over him again, she sucked on his other nipple and repeated the process. When she was finished, he was rock hard, the strong musk of his arousal filling the room and triggering his mate’s. She placed the needle on the silver tray and gave his nipple a flick.

Christian’s hand shot out and gripped her wrist, yanking her onto his lap. “Now you’re mine.”

She moaned just as the bell from the front door tinkled.

“That’s my client,” she whispered, scraping a sharp claw along his chest.

The scent of her arousal filled his head, and he resented the interruption. “Pay him and send him away.”

She hopped off his lap and smoothed her dress into place. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

He caught her hand. “Be quick.”

She glanced at the bulge in his pants, pressed a kiss to his lips then rushed from the room. The moment the door opened, he realized his mistake.

“Mr. Maddox. Thanks for coming in so quickly.”

Christian sprang from the chair, sending the silver tray clattering against the wall. He bolted to the front of the store and lunged when he saw the immortal male holding his mate.

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