Taboo Kisses(34)

Clothes. Focus on locating clothes, girl. Stomping out of the bedroom bare-assed naked wouldn’t construct the same impression that being attired would. At least not the impression she wanted to make.

Maximus swiped her garments off the floor. “You’re not wearing something I can’t pull off without your assistance.”

As if she’d let him touch her again. His arrogance was astounding.

She settled her hands on her hips, drawing the vampyr’s gaze. Green flared around his irises before dying back to his normal silver-blue. “What would you have me wear, leech?”

“Aside from me?”

“That the best corny line you have?”

Maximus grimaced. “I’m rusty at this flirting stuff. Borrow anything from our closet.”

Wear their clothes? She’d rather not, but the alternative wasn’t feasible.

Sameya gave the room a quick onceover. Spying the black t-shirt Maximus discarded earlier, she retrieved it. As she stood, she noticed the top hat he’d worn last night when he abducted her.

Had it only been last night?

Gods save me…she felt like she’d waged an eternity with them already.

Dragging the cotton shirt over her head, she shoved her arms into the sleeves and was moderately pleased the material covered to just below the curve of her ass. The slashes Gabriel had given the material all centered about her belly. She marched to the dresser, snatched the top hat off of it and plopped it on her head.

Arms crossed over his naked chest, Maximus bit his wide bottom lip, but failed at eliminating the grin. Gabriel leapt off the bed, transforming into tiger mid-jump. Spellbound she watched as the air shimmered about him with twinkles of light before he landed on four feline feet.

Now was not the time to be awed by his transformation. The tiger rubbed against her leg, and she shoved him aside. Or tried given his size.

“He’s apologizing.” Maximus pulled his leather pants on and buttoned the lower fly—just enough to keep them perched dangerously low on his hips.

Ignoring his sex appeal, she bit out between clenched teeth, “Not forgiven.” She pointed at Gabriel. “Stay away.” If he knew what was good for him, he’d give her a lot of time to cool off.

She marched out of the room, contemplating the vilest method in which to exact justice on Gabriel.





Chapter Fourteen



Agitated failed to accurately describe her state of mind. Times like these were when she missed having someone to confide in. Anger burned through her breastbone over Gabriel’s domineering actions. To try and mate her like she was his. Yet…she liked his possessiveness.

A siren tolerating such supremacy made little sense. With her prevailing nature, letting another species manhandle her was absurd.

She touched the weepy wound on her shoulder. The bite tingled in a pleasant way. She should be out for his blood. Instead, she found herself understanding his lack of control.

Tolerant because shifters by nature were emotional creatures, she snorted her disgust. What the hell was wrong with her? She didn’t allow individuals to screw her over without repercussions.

Sameya halted, leaned against a wall, and rubbed her face with her palms. Who was she kidding? No one had ever duped her. They were too scared of her to contemplate such an action.

She hadn’t borne only the were-tiger’s overbearing behavior, but the vampyr’s as well. Maximus controlled her with the choker, and they’d both forced her sexually. Most female sirens were involuntarily pushed into sexual submission. If they weren’t, none would ever mate because no siren wanted to lose their freedom to their partner.

And both of her mates had released her from their jurisdiction. At least if she decided to remain with them, she wouldn’t be a zombie to their demands but would retain her freewill. That was why she’d agreed to stay a month and why she’d given him the lowdown on her ability to renege on a promise.

Shaking her head, Sameya pushed away from the wall and followed the witch’s scent to the kitchen. Another woman was seated at the breakfast table with Kat. A shifter, and if her senses were accurate, she was a were-tiger. Maybe from Gabriel’s pride? Just so long as she visits without any expectation from either of my mates, the woman will be safe.

Sameya refused to contemplate why she was suddenly very territorial of men she had no intention of remaining with at the end of the month. She chalked it up to one more irrational behavior in the long list that was adding up since meeting the guys.

The woman sat with a regal air. Spine straight, shoulders squared, and head tilted so her chin sat high enough she gave the appearance of looking down on someone. Her fashionable blonde hair was sprayed into submission. Did men really prefer a hairstyle they couldn’t put their fingers through?