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A growl rumbled up Orin’s throat before he suppressed it. All his amusement vanished as he gritted his teeth.
He’d made it clear she wasn’t to feed from anyone buthim. He thought she’d accepted this since she’d been coming to him, but he was wrong.
There was no way he would let her feed from anyone else, and he would make sure she realized it.
“You haven’t required my blood in a while,” the demon told her.
“I will in the future,” Sahira insisted.
“Keep it, Sahira,” Zeth said more firmly. “We can talk about an exchange if it becomes necessary, but I still have enough food to keep me going for a bit.”
With a sigh, Sahira pulled the food back toward her and packed it away, except for a piece of dried meat. She chewed it while she sat back; her eyes traveling around the pub didn’t return to him.
She could try to ignore him, but that would be impossible—something she should already know by now.
Pip rose and stretched before descending his arm to join the other brownies. She settled between them and lay back to stare at the ceiling with her hands propped behind her head; if she didn’t fall asleep, she’d most likely turn his clothing into a bed again. He didn’t mind, considering the creatures didn’t bother him as much now.
When Sahira finished eating, she rose and wiped her hands on her brown fae pants. She didn’t say anything before walking toward the alcove with the bathrooms.
Orin waited until he heard one of the doors shut before rising and striding to the alcove. He leaned against the wall to wait for the door to open.
When it did, she stepped outside and froze as she spotted him. Before she could react, he strode toward her, rested his hands on her hips, and guided her back into the bathroom. He kicked the door closed behind him.
CHAPTERFIFTY-SEVEN
“What are you doing?”Sahira hissed as he turned on the light.
“Do you really think you’re going to drink the demon’s blood?” Orin inquired while stroking her hip with his thumb.
She slapped his hand away and folded her arms over her chest. “If I require blood, then yes.”
“If you require blood, you’ll come to me. We’ve already established that.”
Sahira rolled her eyes. “If we were somewhere else and with any other woman besides Elsa, who doesn’t want you—”
“I’m not her type.”
“I know. But if we were anywhere else, you’d gladly go traipsing off with another woman, so no, we haven’t established anything. And if it takes me drinking his blood to get Zeth to agree to eat some of my food in exchange, I’ll do it.”
Despite the anger coiling in his belly, he released her hip to lean against the door while crossing his legs before him. “No, you won’t.”
She threw up her hands in exasperation. “For someone who was happily fucking a nymph the day after you screwed me, you’re far too confident you have any say over my life and my actions. You. Do. Not.”
There she went throwing the nymph in his face again. If she knew the truth….
What? What would that accomplish except revealing your weakness for hertoher?That could never happen.
He smiled at her while speaking through his teeth. “For the rest of the time we’re here, you’re mine and mine alone, so you’d better get that through your thick head.”
Red flashed through her eyes as her fangs elongated before retracting again. This brief loss of control caused a little thrill of excitement to run through him.
Normally he hated any sign of too many emotions, but she was amazing when she was out of control.
Sahira stalked across the room, shoved her finger into his chest, and poked him while she spoke. “And you better get it throughyourhead that youdon’tcontrol me.”
He gripped her finger and held it while smiling at her. “No, but I own you.”
Her eyes turned completely red as her face flushed, and she ripped her finger away from him. “No oneowns me. Least of allyou!”
