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436 pages, Hardcover
First published January 19, 2016
I get now why he fucks with the single-minded devotion of a dying man hunting God. Sex with him is the closest thing to holy I’ve ever known. Barrons is my church. Every caress, each kiss, a hallelujah.
Barrons is a commando man. I love his dick. I love what he does to me with it. I adore his balls.
"Mac, stop thinking so much. It's probably why it wants to to work on your brain. You have all the that internal monologue going on all the time."
"Five and a half years, most of it alone. Before that, fourteen years, eternally misunderstood. Back in Dublin, in charge of over five hundred sidhe-seers, and growing everyday. Still alone. Still misunderstood."The only one who seems okay with her is Dancer.
Dancer replied. "Rule number one about the Mega: you take her as she is or don't get her at all. Try to cage her with boundaries and she'll go into full battle mode."
"Your rejection of Jada stems from how guilty you feel about what happened to her and that's all about your hang-ups, not hers. Stop looking at it like it's a bad thing and see what she has to offer. Most of all, give her time. We have no clue what she went through. Dani was gone five years plus change and she's only been back a few weeks. Might take her a few minutes to acclimate."
“You still could have gone without me.”
“I bloody fucking know that.” He cut me a seething glance.
“Then why didn’t you?”
“Because, Ms. Lane, when the world goes to bloody hell, I will always be at your bloody side."
"Change your mind Jada, don’t be a fool. It won’t cost you anything. Let me be your anchor, I’ll never let you be lost again.
For a moment she was fourteen again, looking up at him. And she suddenly understood and acknowledged what she used to feel. The teen had suffered an intense crush on Dancer. The superhero had been utterly infatuated with Ryodan. They'd become her world when Mac had turned her back. She had felt safe being with Dancer. Yet Ryodan had made her feel safe.
I swiveled my head to look at him. I’d been “Mac” mere minutes ago. “Why do you do that?”
His eyes said, Do you really want to call me Jericho?
I thought about it a minute and was rather startled to realize I didn’t. Jericho was…intimate. Jericho and Mac were a completely different entity than Ms. Lane and Barrons. They existed in a different place. A freer environ, a sacred one. And I like that difference. I nodded, smiling faintly. His dark eyes gleamed with something appreciative, and I practically preened.
You continue to evolve, his eyes said. Keep fucking me instead of worrying.
“You’re too tense,” Ryodan growled. “For fuck’s sake, you don’t stalk an orgasm, you enjoy its arrival.”
“Bloody talk about bloody orgasms with your own bloody woman not mine,” Barrons said tightly. “You don’t know a thing about her orgasms and never will.”
Ryodan shot him a dark look. “It was a metaphor.”
“I never stalk an orgasm. I don’t have to with Barrons,” I said.
“Too the fuck much information, Mac,” Ryodan said.
“You’re the one who brought up orgasms.”
“And he never will again,” Barrons said pointedly.
“Why are you still talking?”
“Because my dick isn’t in your mouth.”
“That can be remedied.” I was over the love seat and on him, taking him down hard to the floor beneath me, and he was falling back, laughing and oh, God, I love that sound!
“You still could have gone without me.”
“I bloody fucking know that.” He cut me a seething glance.
“Then why didn’t you?”
“Because, Ms. Lane, when the world goes bloody hell, I will always be at your bloody side.”