Toxic Game (GhostWalkers #15) - Christine Feehan Page 0,159

locked together in their own world.

You never know, I might be upset with you one day and then you’d hear all sorts of bad things about yourself. Mostly made-up, but they wouldn’t be nice.

If I hurt you, Shylah, I would want to know immediately and, believe me, baby, I’d rectify that situation on the spot. No matter what, good or bad, it’s important for us to communicate.

She loved that he thought that way. From the beginning of their relationship, they’d been honest. She’d told him things she might have been embarrassed to tell him had she known she was going to live, but by both being so brutally honest, they’d given themselves the best start possible. Clearly, he wanted to continue down that same path going forward and she did as well.

No worries, Draden. If you hurt me, you’ll get an earful. I’m not one to suffer in silence.

You also believe in retaliation. I learned that on the plane. I’m liking your silk, sweetheart.

She blushed. There was no way to hide the sweep of bright red color creeping up her neck to wash through her pale face. Of course the GhostWalkers were far too eagle-eyed to miss it, and none of them were gentlemen enough to ignore it. The hooting and hollering as well as the multiple suggestions to adjourn to another part of the house only made it worse. Draden didn’t seem to mind in the least. They can’t read our minds, can they?

I don’t think so … Well … maybe Joe. He builds a bridge between everyone who doesn’t have telepathy as a natural gift.

She didn’t really believe him, but it sounded plausible, so she snuck a quick look at Joe from under her lashes. Just a peek. He wasn’t looking at her. In fact, he had his head turned away from her. Not natural at all. He should be looking at her if they were all teasing her, right? Maybe he really did pick up everyone’s thoughts even when he wasn’t trying to intrude.

No more teasing until we’re alone.

I have to let you in on a little secret, sweetheart, Draden said, wrapping his arms around her from behind and leaning his chin on her shoulder. Every single man in this room knows we have hot sex. They probably know we have sex a few times a day.

She glared at him. They can’t know it’s hot and it would be impossible for them to know how many times a day. She scrunched up her face and danced her eyebrows at him, refusing to let him make her blush again.

What part of them all having cat DNA don’t you get? Your sense of smell is enhanced. So is theirs. Of course they know. There’s no hiding that, no matter how many showers we take.

Shylah hadn’t thought about that. Her gaze swept around the room. She did have an extremely heightened sense of smell in comparison with a human. Tigers didn’t rely on smell for the hunt. Their visual acuity was far more developed than their sense of smell. That didn’t mean that the men in the room wouldn’t be able to scent her receptiveness to her man.

Draden’s soft laughter provoked another rush of color into her face. She refrained from kicking him. You’d better stop before you find yourself going without sex for a very long time.

You like my cock too much for that to happen.

That was true and there was no denying the obvious. She was the one waking him up if they both fell asleep and she often initiated the sex, sometimes only a couple of hours after he’d made love to her. She was addicted to the mixture of lust and love he wrapped her in every time he touched her. No matter what he did, it was always mind-blowing and beautiful.

Now who’s the one making me blush?

Shylah leaned her head back against him, listening to the easy camaraderie of the GhostWalker team. These men went into combat together, relied on one another to watch their backs. They trusted one another implicitly, and it showed in the way they treated one another. They ribbed one another, but it was always good-natured. Draden belonged with these men and she belonged with Draden. She was going to like her new home.

She concentrated on Bellisia, wanting her to be happy, hoping she was every bit as happy as Shylah was. Each time Bellisia looked up at Ezekiel, he would look down at her with such love on his face,