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into him, along with the gunk, coma, and the ritual of demonic blood transfusion hadn’t affected his shifting long-term.
If the ritual had done something to stifle the wolf, I’d never forgive myself.
“We’re home,” I called as I switched off the engine and peeked into the rearview mirror to make sure Saul and Lavie were behind us. I’d driven my car with Papan riding shotgun, while the demon and the demon hunter took one of the many black vans at the demon’s disposal.
I turned to look at my wolf and noticed he was still asleep. I hated to wake him, but shook his shoulder lightly. He’d fallen asleep shortly after we got on the road, and even though I secretly wanted him to stay conscious after being in a coma, I let him rest. When he didn’t rouse, I shook him harder and started to worry.
Saul’s headlights switched off, leaving us in the dark.
“Papan, wake up.” When he didn’t respond, I unbuckled my seatbelt and climbed over the seat and onto his lap. “Come on, we’re home. You can rest upstairs in my— our —room.” I cradled his face in my hands, willing him to open his eyes. “Come on, Papan.”
“What…what’s going on?” He looked at me and a lazy smile curved his lips. “Oh, this is good. Am I dreaming, or is this really happening?”
I kissed him quickly. “You’re not dreaming, but you scared the hell out of me. You wouldn’t wake up.”
“Sorry, I’m just tired.” His smile widened. “But I think you’ve woken me up now. If you catch my drift…”
Of course I caught his drift—I could feel his erection pressing beneath me. I couldn’t help but rub against him. After everything, finding a ray of sunshine amongst all the darkness made me crave our connection. I’d missed him in my bed, probably the reason I couldn’t rest. I lowered my mouth to his and kissed him so thoroughly I wasn’t sure we were going to make it out of the car without finishing this.
He groaned into my mouth, running his hands along my hips and settling them under my butt. “I missed everything about you.”
A knock on the passenger-side window made me jump. I pulled away from the kiss and rolled the window down. Lavie was grinning from ear to ear, while Saul rolled his eyes.
“You two think you can keep it in your pants until you get inside the house?” he asked.
“You go ahead, give us five minutes,” I returned.
“That’s all the time you need?” Saul snorted, staring at Papan. “What the hell are you doing wrong, Jason?”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m just kidding. Let’s get inside. Willow and Oren will be glad to see you, and I’ve got to tell them—and you—some terrible news.”
Papan didn’t question or try to stop me as I climbed off his lap and back into the driver’s seat, then out of the car. I went around to his side and helped him out. As I was shutting the door, a familiar police sedan stopped in front of the house. I tried to get Papan to move along, hoping he didn’t notice Gareth, but of course he did.
“What the fuck’s he doing here?” he snapped under his breath. “I thought I took care of him.”
“Papan, it’s okay. He’s—”
“The hell it is!” He stepped around me, almost tripping on the concrete path in his haste to reach Gareth.
The constable was slowly making his way up the path, eyes on Papan. The last time these two met, my boyfriend had smacked the man he suspected was trying to come onto me. He’d been right, and Gareth went as far as baiting Papan, but we hadn’t known then that the cop was possessed. While under the influence of a demonic entity, he’d acted like a possessive, ruthless jerk with only one thing on his mind—me.
“Wait!” I caught up to him, but he’d already reached Gareth.
“You’ve got some balls showing up here again,” Papan growled into the cop’s face.
Gareth sighed, took a step back but didn’t respond.
“Did you hear me?” Papan shoved a hand into Gareth’s chest, and
If the ritual had done something to stifle the wolf, I’d never forgive myself.
“We’re home,” I called as I switched off the engine and peeked into the rearview mirror to make sure Saul and Lavie were behind us. I’d driven my car with Papan riding shotgun, while the demon and the demon hunter took one of the many black vans at the demon’s disposal.
I turned to look at my wolf and noticed he was still asleep. I hated to wake him, but shook his shoulder lightly. He’d fallen asleep shortly after we got on the road, and even though I secretly wanted him to stay conscious after being in a coma, I let him rest. When he didn’t rouse, I shook him harder and started to worry.
Saul’s headlights switched off, leaving us in the dark.
“Papan, wake up.” When he didn’t respond, I unbuckled my seatbelt and climbed over the seat and onto his lap. “Come on, we’re home. You can rest upstairs in my— our —room.” I cradled his face in my hands, willing him to open his eyes. “Come on, Papan.”
“What…what’s going on?” He looked at me and a lazy smile curved his lips. “Oh, this is good. Am I dreaming, or is this really happening?”
I kissed him quickly. “You’re not dreaming, but you scared the hell out of me. You wouldn’t wake up.”
“Sorry, I’m just tired.” His smile widened. “But I think you’ve woken me up now. If you catch my drift…”
Of course I caught his drift—I could feel his erection pressing beneath me. I couldn’t help but rub against him. After everything, finding a ray of sunshine amongst all the darkness made me crave our connection. I’d missed him in my bed, probably the reason I couldn’t rest. I lowered my mouth to his and kissed him so thoroughly I wasn’t sure we were going to make it out of the car without finishing this.
He groaned into my mouth, running his hands along my hips and settling them under my butt. “I missed everything about you.”
A knock on the passenger-side window made me jump. I pulled away from the kiss and rolled the window down. Lavie was grinning from ear to ear, while Saul rolled his eyes.
“You two think you can keep it in your pants until you get inside the house?” he asked.
“You go ahead, give us five minutes,” I returned.
“That’s all the time you need?” Saul snorted, staring at Papan. “What the hell are you doing wrong, Jason?”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m just kidding. Let’s get inside. Willow and Oren will be glad to see you, and I’ve got to tell them—and you—some terrible news.”
Papan didn’t question or try to stop me as I climbed off his lap and back into the driver’s seat, then out of the car. I went around to his side and helped him out. As I was shutting the door, a familiar police sedan stopped in front of the house. I tried to get Papan to move along, hoping he didn’t notice Gareth, but of course he did.
“What the fuck’s he doing here?” he snapped under his breath. “I thought I took care of him.”
“Papan, it’s okay. He’s—”
“The hell it is!” He stepped around me, almost tripping on the concrete path in his haste to reach Gareth.
The constable was slowly making his way up the path, eyes on Papan. The last time these two met, my boyfriend had smacked the man he suspected was trying to come onto me. He’d been right, and Gareth went as far as baiting Papan, but we hadn’t known then that the cop was possessed. While under the influence of a demonic entity, he’d acted like a possessive, ruthless jerk with only one thing on his mind—me.
“Wait!” I caught up to him, but he’d already reached Gareth.
“You’ve got some balls showing up here again,” Papan growled into the cop’s face.
Gareth sighed, took a step back but didn’t respond.
“Did you hear me?” Papan shoved a hand into Gareth’s chest, and
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