Demon Dreams by Nikki Sex

Author:Nikki Sex [Sex, Nikki]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ashton Publishing Group
Published: 2017-09-14T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 34.

To my shock and disbelief, Stafford bursts out laughing. He laughs! Jumping up, he paces across the room, shaking his head, chuckling. Not what I expected.

“What’s so funny?”

“You are.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re trying to be good—whatever that is.” He throws his hands in the air. “The world is rarely black or white, my love. Particularly in our world. No absolute right, or absolute wrong, only shades in between. Life is complicated—it makes a joke of everyone’s good intentions. Even yours.”

I stand there, dumbfounded, studying his face. I’d been preparing for negative fallout. His unexpected response lightens the subject, making me instantly feel better.

He stomps over, stares down at me. “What, you think I’ve never screwed up?”

Bemused by his reaction, I find myself smiling. His intentionally offhand attitude is wonderfully disarming. “To tell you the truth, I hadn’t thought about it.”

He chuckles. “Yeah, yeah, of course not. It’s all about you.”

Grinning, I stand up and punch him in the shoulder for ragging on me. “Jerk.”

“You love me the way I am.”

“Proof that love is blind,” I tease. “To think, when I first arrived in the Magic Lands, I didn’t want you in my life. There I was, avoiding all things paranormal to stay alive, particularly powerful shifters. And who decided to use pack bonds to tie me to him? The Beast Lord, that’s who!”

He pulls me into him, nuzzles my neck. “The smartest thing I’ve ever done.”

I wrap my arms around him, give him a chaste kiss on the cheek. “I agree. I’ve heard this about love. When it’s real, it makes you stronger.”

“God, I love you,” he mumbles against my throat.

“Mmm,” I gasp, as lycanthrope magic thrills across my skin like calloused fingers, stimulating every nerve ending I have. Lust tugs, coiling my muscles, tightening intimate areas low in my body.

I’m fully aroused—but so is he.

Mushy stuff is hard core foreplay for Stafford. Being male, nearly everything is foreplay to him. My thigh rubs against his massive hard-on. Around me, he’s always at “Full Mast.” Is that a mate thing, a werewolf thing, or simply a virile male thing?

Men! My own dripping arousal can be a pain in the ass, but constantly carrying a big stick in your pants must be awkward as hell.

“Hold your horses, Mr. Permanently Erect,” I say, pushing back from him. “We need to finish this discussion.”

He snorts out a laugh, his chest vibrating against mine.

Grinning, I drop back onto the sofa, so pleased to no longer be alone. I’m a happier, better person with Stafford by my side.

“You’re right.” Still standing, Stafford sighs. “Listen, Jan—you amazing, gorgeous, wondrous mate of mine.” He beats a closed fist on his broad chest. “I’ve screwed the pooch big time, and more than once. The greater the power, the bigger the fuck ups. Hell, the more influence an individual has, the dirtier their hands. There’s a God damned direct correlation, it’s unavoidable. The only people who can afford to be perfect are those who do little or nothing. As Beast Lord, I do the best I can.

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