Free Soul Enslaved (Sons of Wrath Book 3) by Keri Lake

beneath his T-shirt, and bullets of warmth shot through her veins, burning her cheeks.
    Irritated by the distraction of his body and the way he so easily disarmed a female with simple gestures, she shifted in the chair. “Look, this is all new to me. I’ve no idea how any of it works. My kids … will be staying with my sister. I want to make sure they’re safe.”
    His raised brow goaded her explanation.
    “I have to work on my skills until the fight. It’s called Priming. And I have no intentions of spelling it out for you. If you care to know more, log on to your little demon laptop and Google the shit.” All succubi Primed before hitting the streets—a relaxation technique that drew out their inner nympho, kind of like porn yoga. She had to be careful about it though, because some species picked up on a succubus Priming—like unneutered dogs.
    “So I’m to protect you … how?”
    “While I seduce the lycan.” Her eyes fell to the tattoo on his neck—how disgustingly sexy it peeked up out of the collar of his shirt. She’d always thought of Gavin as an attractive guy, but seeing him dressed so casually made him almost touchable, too. “I’m not going to beg you for help. If you’re not up to this, just tell me.” Crossing her arms, she sat back in the chair with a stoic face and a silent prayer that he wouldn’t back out.
    “I’ll do it.”
    “Good. You can sleep in Denya’s old room. By day, you can do your casino boss thing.”
    He tipped his head, offering more of that delicious tattoo and the muscles beneath. “To come and go as I please.”
    “I don’t see the harm. I like to work on my art during the day and don’t need the distraction.” She choked on the last word and cleared her throat. Gavin was a physical distraction, in every sense. The thought brought a prickle to the back of her neck, and she rubbed it. “At night you can … guard the house while I’m gone.”
    “Gone where?”
    “Work.”
    “I should be where you are.”
    “No. I don’t need a Wrath demon shadowing me. Particularly when said Wrath demon has already caused me enough shit.” Like firing me from the only job I actually enjoyed .
    Gavin shook his head. “I’m either all in, or all out.”
    “Fine.” She rolled her shoulders to soften the ego-blowing fact that she’d just conceded in order to keep him all in. “ You can come with me to the bar. But I suggest you keep your distance.”
    “Deal. And you can accompany me to the casino.” He leveled his gaze. “You’re with me at all times.”
    Something in the command of his tone seemed to have a very odd connection to her inner thighs, and they suddenly itched to cross over one another. “Who’s a slave of whom, here?”
    “Having you with me is the only way I can guarantee your safety.”
    She rolled her eyes. No sense arguing over it. “I’m guessing you’re going to want some clothes to wear to the bar.” She gave him a cursory onceover. “I’d take you to your place, but something tells me bus routes don’t come close to the mansion, and you probably wouldn’t tell me where to find it, anyway.” It was common knowledge amongst the staff that no one had any idea where the brothers lived. Sabelle had been there when she’d saved Logan’s life, but couldn’t remember where to find it if she’d wanted.
    “No.”
    She entwined her fingers atop the table. “Can I ask you a question?”
    “Sure.”
    “How’d you end up in Obsidius?”
    His chest puffed with a breath. “I tangled with the wrong female.”
    “Bonded?”
    He nodded. “To a high lord.”
    “I’m—surely you’re not that stupid.” She wanted to laugh at the absurdity. Yes, the male had always been known for womanizing, but he’d equally been known for his logic and good sense.
    “She didn’t give off the scent. She was flirting like an unbonded female.” He scratched his jaw. “I made a mistake. I won’t even blame it on her, because that’d be denying I had