Angel’s Guilty Pleasures

Kana nodded, her eyes sympathetic. “But the benefits have to be making it better, right? I mean, just think of all the sex and sugar you’re getting.” Her grin grew sly again, and she jabbed my arm with a long fingernail. “I mean, they totally should have warned you about the mating thing. But just because you and Jack are a thing now, that doesn’t mean you have to stop fucking anyone else. You’re a Qilin, bitch. And Qilin get what Qilin want.”

I felt my cheeks flush as her words sank in, mirroring the same sentiments Dair and Killian had told me before.

I’d actually been worried about how serious the mating bond might be – if I’d need to stop flirting with Dair and Jai now, or stop letting Sol sneak into my thoughts and between my sheets.

“How many mates do Qilin usually have?” I made myself ask instead, confronting the fact that I wanted more than Jack.

“Oh, you greedy girl! I fucking love it,” Kana said, tilting her head back in a raucous laugh. “I don’t guess there’s a limit, but most of the ones I remember meeting or studying about had three or so.”

I chewed my lip. Three? I wasn’t sure I could pick three. Ah, I was so screwed.

Just because I’d been given the world’s biggest candy bowl didn’t mean I had to eat so much I got sick. I couldn’t hoard all these yummy men to myself. Could I?

There probably wasn’t even enough of me to go around. How could I possibly keep more than one man happy?

“I know what you’re thinking,” Kana warned. “And I think it’s bullshit. You take want you want, Car. You’re probably the last fucking Qilin. Haret is just as dark a place as Underbelly – you’re gonna need all the shields and weapons you can get. There’s none better than those men in that house. Take them all if you want them, and make them into your goddamn army.”

My eyes connected with hers, and my heart began to pound as I took in the ferocity of her gaze.

“There’s a war coming, Car. We don’t even know the half of it yet, but I know I’m on your side, and I want you to be as strong as you possibly can be. If those guys are offering their power, you fucking need to take it.”

“How much power can I even hold?” My voice had dropped to barely a whisper as our conversation took a threatening turn.

Kana shrugged and gazed out over the sparkling ocean. “I don’t know, but it’ll be fun to find out, right?”

About Laurel:

Laurel Chase lives in the state that boasts of fast horses, fast cars, and fast women.

She writes steamy romance and lives in her head more and more each day – hey, the scenery is great in there.

She never sleeps enough, and she drinks too much coffee, but she’d never replace any of that with sensible stuff.

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