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“Most of the time.” Luka crossed to her, so much heat bleeding into his gaze that her breath caught.

As if on cue, her body started charging up—skin heating, muscles tightening, nerve endings prickling, insides buzzing with anticipation.

Gently but firmly taking her chin between his thumb and forefinger, he let his eyes cruise over her face, tracing and mapping every feature, as he often did.

“A man could so easily develop an obsession with this face, and that has nothing to do with you being a siren.” He lowered his head so there was only inches between his lips and hers. “Offer that mouth to me, Naomi.”

No problem. She joined her lips to his, and their sexual connection clicked into place. Need rushed up, breezing through her as their kiss went straight to full-on carnal. The breath left her body as he pulled her flush against him, allowing her to feel his cock hardening.

She unashamedly arched into him, one hand curved around his nape while her other grabbed at his shoulder—fingers squeezing, nails digging. She almost mewled in complaint when he drew back.

He used his fingertip to trace the shape of her mouth. “I want this stuffed full of my cock again.”

Minutes later, they were naked on the bed—him sitting upright against the headboard; her positioned on her hands and knees between his spread thighs while she sucked him off.

Knowing what he liked, she kept the suction tight, pausing occasionally to lick at the head or the sensitive spot beneath the crown. All the while, Luka urged her on, scratched her scalp, played with her hair, whispered praise—mostly in Russian.

Occasionally she’d see shadows moving behind his eyes; little glimpses of his entities watching closely. So it didn’t surprise her when Belial took over.

“Let’s see how pretty you look when you’re choking.” Its hand tangled in her hair, the entity started thrusting up its hips, fucking her mouth deep enough that she struggled to breathe. She gagged, choked, coughed. And still it pumped its hips.

Well, what else could she expect from a sadist?

It was only when her vision blurred with tears that she felt the grip on her hair loosen. Flicking her gaze upward, she saw that Luka was back in charge.

“I have a question,” he said.

Arching a probing brow, she slid her mouth all the way down his shaft and then sucked hard as she slowly drew her lips back up.

Pure male contentment moved over his face, and he lowered his eyelids slightly. “Are you on birth control?”

“Yes. Why?”

He swiped his thumb over the outer edge of her lower lip. “I want to come inside you tonight. I want to blow my load as deep as it will go.”

Sincerely surprised by his request, she blinked and licked her lips. “Uh . . . okay,” she answered lamely.

Satisfaction bled into his gaze. “Get up here.”

Naomi scooted forward, planting a knee either side of his hips. She set her hands on his upper chest, her fingers resting on his collarbone.

He curled an arm around her, smoothed a hand over her butt, and then dipped a finger inside her from behind. “You’re soaked.”

She felt her face flame. “Yeah, well.” That was all she had. She was brilliant like that.

“You’re going to ride me now. But first . . .” He closed his mouth over hers and sank his tongue inside. They kissed hard and greedy as he skimmed his hands all over her—squeezing, palming, shaping—his touch bold and entitled in a way that her demon found thrilling.

Releasing her mouth, he dipped his head and latched onto a nipple, sucking so strongly it hurt.

She drew in a sharp breath. “Luka . . .”

He gave the taut bud a quick nip and then splayed his palm on her lower belly. He swept it upward, stroking as much skin as possible, pressing the tips of his fingers down as if to stamp his prints on her. “Mine,” he said, skimming his hand up her throat to grip her jaw. “Aren’t you?”

Before she had the chance to even think to respond, her demon rushed to the surface and took over. “Yours to fuck,” it told him. “That is all. Remember that.”

His own eyes bled to black again, a surly glint appearing in their depths. Dagon. “Maybe we feel that our claim runs deeper.” A pure taunt.

Her entity sniffed. “I do not care what you feel. Facts are facts.”

“You’re right. They are.” Dagon splayed its hand tight around her throat, and a slight hissing sound filled the air as it burned a brand onto the skin there, conveying what it believed to be a fact.

Her entity narrowed its eyes. “Do not push me too hard.”

“I could say the same to you.”

Luka reclaimed supremacy before the situation could escalate, which visibly relieved Naomi.

“Don’t worry,” he said, dragging her so close that her nipples stabbed his chest and the folds of her pussy cradled his cock.

“They may bicker, but there won’t be a physical altercation. My demons wouldn’t take it that far.”

“ Mine might,” she mumbled. “It doesn’t care what would be considered ‘too far’. While it wouldn’t rejoice in whatever drama it caused—it’s more a fan of mayhem and destruction—it also wouldn’t give a rat’s ass.”

Luka clamped a hand on her hip, using his other to line his cock up with her entrance. “Now you’re just trying to turn my demons on.”

She shook her head. “Those three are so weird.”

“They can live with that. Now, take me inside you.”

She held onto his shoulders as she bore down, her breath hitching, her eyes falling shut. She kept going, taking inch after inch until finally he was balls-deep in her scorching-hot pussy.

He abruptly snagged her nape and took blatant ownership of her mouth. Kissed it. Nipped it. Ate at it. Plundered it. Until he had to pull back, his lungs burning for air. “Fuck yourself on me.”

Still clinging tight to his shoulders, Naomi bounced up and down on his shaft with not one bit of restraint. Her breasts jiggled and slapped at her body so temptingly Luka reached out and filled his hands with them. He plumped and shaped and squeezed them tight, possession coursing through him.

She dug her nails into his skin, her eyes going hazy, a flush sweeping up her front to stain the fresh brand on her throat.

Just looking at it made his balls ache. He wouldn’t have thought the sight of a mere mark could evoke such a response from him, but pure male satisfaction beat in his blood, entangled in both arousal and proprietorship.

He wasn’t supposed to feel possessive of her. Or protective. Or so fucking greedy for her—for more and more and more of her—that it quite frankly rankled.

He started slamming her up and down on his cock, his hands gripping her ass with an insistent hold that said he had every right to move her how he wanted her. His belly tightened and twisted and pulsed as his release approached fast, making his shaft swell inside her.

Pitching up his hips to ram his cock deeper, Luka slipped a hand between them. Thumbing and rolling her clit, he ordered, “No closing your eyes when you come, Naomi. Look right at me while you shatter around my dick.”

The next roll of her clit knocked her over the edge. A choked scream crawled up her throat as her orgasm hit, making her pussy ripple around him.

He dropped her hard on his dick over and over while also roughly rolling his hips. A deep groan traveled up his gut as he finally imploded, emptying his balls inside her.

“What the fuck is that?” demanded Tobe the next morning, his face like thunder.

He’d been smiling right up until the brand on her throat caught his attention.

It would catch anyone ’s attention, because it was nothing close to subtle.

A slender snake was looped around her neck, the head settled near the column of her throat, its lower body trailing down the valley between her breasts.

Stepping aside to allow him to enter her house, Naomi sighed. “It’s really not obvious?” Brands looked like tattoos, but a demon would easily tell the difference.

Tobe stalked inside, setting his hands on his hips. “Which one of Belinsky’s entities did it?”

“Dagon.” Naomi closed the door, adding, “Luka and his demons were riled up about the PI making an appearance at the restaurant—which I presume you’ve come to discuss.

” She’d telepathed him about it only twenty minutes ago.

After ranting about fuck-head PIs and mega-prick clients who wouldn’t just back down, he’d informed her that he’d be at her house shortly.

“Dagon left this brand so that it’d be clear I’m under the protection of a legion.

” Only Luka’s breed of demon left snake brands.

Tobe pointed at it. “ That isn’t just a warning.

That’s a very clear statement of possession.

Throat brands generally are.” He shoved a hand through his hair.

“I suppose I should just be relieved that it was Dagon and not Belial. We don’t want that sadistic fucker feeling territorial of .

. . What’s with that look on your face?” His expression crumpled in a sort of dread.

“Ah, shit, Belial branded you as well, didn’t it? ”

If Luka’s prediction was correct, Abraxas would one day mark her much the same way. My demons see your skin as their own personal canvas , he’d told her this morning.

Wonderful.

“This isn’t good, it’s—” Tobe snapped his mouth shut, as if recalling how he’d previously reassured her that he wouldn’t try convincing her to walk away from Luka. “How is your entity feeling about all this?”

“It likes that Luka and his demons are protective,” she replied as she made her way into the living area.

“It’s undecided how it feels about the possessiveness, though.

By virtue of being a siren, I’ve stirred up territorial feelings in lots of males—which sometimes made things go tits-up.

” They could become jealous. Overbearing. Far too intense.