She stood, squared her shoulders. โWeโll do it. Together.โ And then she did something that shocked them both. She rose on her tiptoes and pressed a swift kiss on his lips. โThank you for returning to help me.โ When she tried to move away, he latched onto her forearms and held her in place. His eyes were gleaming. "Next time you decide to do thatโฆ" What?" she said, stiffening. "Give you a little warning?" No." He grinned. "Linger.
Gena ShowalterThinking about her again caused his body to harden, to ready... "Uh, I'm happy to sit close to you and everything, but I had no idea you would like it so much," Paris muttered. For the first time in hundreds of years, Maddox felt a blush creep into his cheek, "It's not for you." "Thank the gods," was his friends reply. -Maddox and Paris
Gena ShowalterStrider's bedroom "The only thing hanging on the wall that wasn't a weapon was the portrait just over the bed. No. Not true, he thought then. The portrait was a weapon, too. Of seduction. In it Strider was utterly naked and whisking through the cloads like an avenging angel. He was holding a teddy bear in one hand and a stream of pink ribbons in the other. Anya had given him the nearly life-size monstrasity as a joke. But the joke was on her. He loved the thing.
Gena ShowalterLegion hissed like a startled cat, the noise scraping at Reyesโs skin. โMe no boy. You think me a boy?โ Everyone stopped, stared. Even Aeron. Reyes was the first to find his voice. โYouโre aโฆgirl?โ A nod. โMe pretty.โ โYes, you are.โ Reyes exchanged a glance with Lucien. โBeautiful.
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