Mated to the Moon (Portal City Protectors Book 6), Georgette Clair [best classic books to read .TXT] 📗

She tried to shake her head, but his fingertips pressed against her jaw, stilling the movement with an iron grip. “Nor am I as nice as I’ve played.”

She wet her lips with her tongue, trying to breathe through the desire pooling in her belly, but when his eyes tracked the movement, her lungs pinched.

“You. Have. Always. Been. Mine.”

“No. You had—”

He lowered his head until his mouth was just a hair’s breadth from hers. “But you know the truth about that … don’t you?”

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“Fuck!”

Darvin gripped the strands of his hair, pulling until the pain cleared his head and removed the hazy fog of lust pulsing through him. But he couldn’t look away, couldn’t take his eyes off … her.

Forcing himself to grip his phone, he punched the numbers in blindly, knowing he’d answer.

“Have you found it?”

Adonis’s deep voice helped Darvin take in much needed oxygen. He may be an incubus, but he didn’t particularly care for men.

“Yes. But … we have a problem.”

One with long legs, a narrow waist, and hair as dark as midnight.

Darvin wondered how his colored hair would look against her breasts. Would her nipples be dark or rosy? Her navel a dark hole of intrigue or a subtle bit of nub he wanted to play with like her clit?

“Darvin! You’ve taken me away from my mate and I don’t have time. What’s the problem?”

Darvin shook his head. “I’ve found the artifact.”

“My patience is wearing thin, incubus.”

“It’s a woman.”

My. Woman.

My cubile.