Dark Possession - Aja James Page 0,33

problems in the future.”

There had been nothing “hanging” on Anya’s well-muscled torso. Her generous assets were bouncy and firm.

Ramses could attest to this personally. But he didn’t say so.

He narrowed his eyes instead, studying the small fairy on his bed like a species of wild creature he’d never encountered before.

“I rather like the way Anya looks,” he said slowly, testing the waters.

“Hmph.”

“Perhaps I didn’t want her to be warded off.”

She rolled her eyes subtly, but he still saw it.

The little librarian was jealous!

Of Anya?

Because of him?

Ramses wasn’t sure what to do with this realization. But the truth of it was staring him right in the face.

It wasn’t that females hadn’t shown jealousy over him before. Because they had. In spades. But the one female he’d wanted—needed—to care about him never had.

It was just that he hadn’t expected Eveline of all people to get proprietary over him. She’d made it clear when they met that he wasn’t her type. They’d exchanged no physical intimacies thus far that should warrant such possessiveness.

He wasn’t sure how he felt about it.

Suddenly, she snapped her head up to look at him.

“Did I screw things up? Is that why she challen—”

“No,” he said immediately.

Then kicked himself internally for not drawing out her guilt a little to punish her for bad behavior.

But since he’d already answered, he continued, “She was going to challenge me no matter what. The only thing that might have prevented it would be if I’d declared you to be my Blood Slave and joined her faction to start a war.”

Eveline’s shoulders slumped visibly in relief. Clearly, she was not worried about the Challenge.

He wondered whether that was because she had absolute confidence in his ability to win, or she simply didn’t care about the outcome.

Ramses didn’t like the latter possibility.

She looked at him with genuine puzzlement.

“Then why did you drag me here in such a huff?”

He quirked a corner of his lips at her. But it wasn’t the beginnings of a devilish smile. It was more like a feral snarl.

“You don’t touch a male like that without consequences, little sprite.”

Her eyes rounded with alarm.

“But I was just making a point. I—”

She broke off and started scuttling backwards on the bed when he sank one knee, then the other, onto the mattress, as he prowled on all fours toward her.

“I won’t tolerate a cock tease,” he warned her, his voice low and husky, his arms and legs caging her small body beneath him, not stopping his advance until he knelt directly over her face as she squeezed herself as deeply as she could into the mattress.

But there was nowhere to go.

“You make it hard for you…” he growled, bracing one hand on the headboard, and smoothing his other hand down his chest, over his abs to cup his crotch.

She gulped as she stared up at him with owlish eyes. Eyes that were fully dilated with both fear and undisguised lust.

Which exponentially enflamed Ramses’ own.

“You take care of it,” he finished.

A thousand things flitted across her face as she stared up at him. He couldn’t interpret them.

But the expression she finally landed on he understood clearly.

Stubbornness.

She was donning her metaphorical battle armor. She was preparing to fight him.

Which was why he almost fell back on his ass in shock when she wet her lips and said:

“Okay.”

*** *** *** ***

He’d poisoned her blood with the venom in his fangs, she was sure of it.

Why else would she be behaving in this deranged, nymphomaniac manner, Eveline asked herself?

She really, really, wanted to eat his cock.

Well, not masticate it in her mouth (in her friend Aella’s words), but rather suck and lick and kiss and have her wicked, wanton ways with it.

And, too, there was the part of her that figuratively rose up to his challenge out of sheer stubbornness.

Eveline was peaceable and complacent most of the time, but she possessed an extremely contrary, obstinate streak. When someone told her she couldn’t do something, she always did it to prove that she could. When people underestimated her because of her small stature and quiet calm, they’d learn to regret it.

And when she received a challenge, a dare, as directly as the one the Dark King had issued just now, well, she’d take it and raise the stakes even further.

His eyes had widened with shock when she agreed to “take care of it”—his thick, long, rampantly erect cock, to be precise. And then those thickly-lashed obsidian orbs narrowed with calculation.

He didn’t believe she’d do it. He was going to