A Forever Series Box Set: A Paranormal Reverse Harem-(Book 1-5)

“You know,” he says, changing the subject, “I have some very good ideas about how you can make up my missed day to me.”

I raise my eyebrows at him. “Oh? Care to share?”

“Not yet. I just want you to know that I haven’t forgotten,” he says pointedly.

“Neither have I. I may have a few ideas of my own,” I say mysteriously.

“Oh, now don’t be a tease,” he murmurs against my lips as he pulls me close by the deep ‘V’ of my neckline, his fingers dipping into my cleavage, giving me goosebumps. He pushes his tongue into my mouth, and I cling to him, my hands going up to the back of his head to pull him closer. He pushes his hand up my dress, things getting very heated, until we both hear a muffled whimper from the doorway and remember Jess. Fucking girl. I really wanted him then. It has been too long since we have been together properly. I understand his need for us to spend more time together than just a quick fuck.

I huff in frustration, as does he, but we pull apart, mindful of how we both felt about our sires when we were so new.

“I’ll leave you two to talk,” he says stiffly and just leaves without saying anything to Jess, clearly pissed off with her for interrupting – or more likely in that moment – just existing.

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED SIXTY-EIGHT

I glare at her, daring her to say something about what she saw but she lowers her eyes and stays silent. Good. At least she has the sense to stay quiet.

“I want with him what you have,” she says softly.

Or maybe not then, I sigh.

“You will never have what we have,” I say.

“I know. Tell me how to make him love me. Tell me what to do, what to be to make him love me.” She is on the verge of tears as I think nastily, ‘be me and maybe you’ll have a shot.’

“I’m not going to instruct you on how to gain his affections.” The thought is most unappealing, and not what he wants.

She flexes her shoulders and I can see she is about to pounce on me again. “When is the last time you fed?” I ask.

“Four hours ago,” she manages to get out before she goes feral. She launches herself at me and I grab her by her throat. Gripping her wrist, I turn her, arm behind her back and frog march her to the blood bank. I get her a glass and feed it to her. I give her a minute to regain herself and then let her go.

“Sorry,” she mumbles. “I am feeling…”

“Murderous?” I offer up.

She looks startled but nods just the same. “Is that normal?”

“Yes. Especially in your situation. This is why I won’t allow you to drink straight from a human yet. Have you spoken to Devon about these feelings?”

“Yes. He says I’ll get through it.”

Gee, great advice there, Dev.

“You will. I will help you. Have you fed from him yet?” I ask casually.

She shakes her head and tenses up again.

Fuck’s sake. I can’t say I blame him though. “Now what was what it you wanted to talk about?”

“Oh, yes.” She focuses on me again and says, “I thought about what you said about readjusting my priorities.”

I nod encouragingly as she stops speaking.

“I thought that with Scott now doing your job, you no longer have an assistant. I would like to be your assistant,” she says quickly and bravely.

First things, how does she know Scott is doing my job and secondly that I don’t have an assistant? A chatty charge is clearly getting on better with his little girl than he is letting on.

I remain impassive, expecting her to give me more of spiel than just that.