Marrying Her: The Keeping Her Christmas Wedding (The Keeping Her Series Book 5) by Kelly Lucille Read Free Book Online Page A

anything wrong, besides waiting to hear about her
father and a prevailing sadness Demon did not like that clung to her, from the
way her cousin spoke, clearly he was not the only one with an issue to resolve.
    Clytie had not once
pulled away from him, or accepted his touch with anything less than her usual
enthusiasm.  If anything, she needed his touch more than ever.  If it was not
for her cousin’s words, he would have no idea there was even a problem.  Except
for the one stewing in his own head.  But since he had confirmation, he could
act, and it would even be for her own good.  He chuffed his satisfaction at the
thought.  Clytie would belong to him in all ways both human and shifter.  It
was the least he could do to give her peace of mind.
    ***
    Demon was up to
something.  Him and his two cohorts.  Clytie knew it, she just didn’t know what
that something was.  But she would find out soon, she was sure of it. They were
stealthy about it, she would give them that, and Cassandra was in the dark as
well, so she couldn’t pump her for information.  Smart men. Cassandra would have
so squealed.  Clytie even interrogated Roxy, but like the SEAL team they were,
the men pulled together and somehow managed to keep their diabolical plan from
a seven-year-old, which meant they were crazy good.  So, she was waiting
patiently for the trap to spring – whatever it was.
    “What are you up to?” 
Clytie watched Demon prowl their room like a caged beast.  Since he was wearing
nothing but an old pair of partially buttoned Levi’s, this was no hardship. 
The man could move , and watching him do it was always a treat.  Watching
him do it next door to naked had her eyes glazing over and her cheeks heating,
which she valiantly tried to ignore.
    He stopped and looked at
her.  He clearly wanted to say something and just as clearly went for innocent
instead.  “What do you mean?”  Demon did not do innocent well.
    Clytie snorted and pulled
the covers up so she could sit up in bed without flashing the room. “I mean you
have been planning something for a few days now, you and the dynamic duo, and
today I’m still in bed and you are way over there.  In the history of the world
has that ever happened?”
    Demon started to grumble,
but at her words, his whole body stilled and his eyes took on a predatory gleam. 
He now had one focus.  Clytie shivered beneath that intent look and licked her
lips.  Wait.  What where we talking about?  She opened her mouth to say
something, anything before she was derailed, but Demon was fast.  With one step
to the end of the bed he grabbed the bottom of the sheet she was clinging to. 
It and the blanket swaddled at the bottom of the bed went flying.  Clytie felt
it slip through her fingers with a gasp, and then with one tug of her ankle, he
had her flat on her back, naked.  Before she could roll to the side, or try to
use her feet to ineffectually hold him off, he was stretched out full length
above her.  His rough hands held her wrists high above her head. With the heat
and weight of him holding her in place, warm denim slid along the soft skin of
her inner thigh, and hard muscle rough with a smattering of hair rubbed her
nipples to aching points.  And those were just the highlights.
    “You’re right,” he
growled.  His eyes moved over her face memorizing every curve and line.  His
hands caressed the length of her trapped wrists down her extended arms.  Thrusting
his fingers into her hair, he pushed it away as he looked his fill.  “What the
fuck was I thinking?”
    He dug his fingers in
just a bit at her scalp making Clytie want to purr at the delicious feel of
being completely at Demon’s mercy.  “You’ve got a lot on your mind, planning
all kinds of nefarious deeds.”  She wrapped her now free arms around his neck
and rubbed his stubbled head, patting it for good measure.  “You’ll feel better
if you just confess now and save yourself a lot of military