ep him like a pet, or a really big child? He's not a child, and he's not a pet, Jason said, and the first hint of anger was in his voice. A line of heat to trail like something solid and reaching across my skin. I actually had to stop and count slowly in my head, because this whole dominant-submission thing hit my buttons badly. Something's wrong, Requiem.
You're not- I stopped him with a hand again. You smell of blood, Nathaniel said, and there was an edge of growl to his voice. The plate fell and broke all over the floor. Requiem's lips touched my neck, just his lips, as if he kissed me.
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