Chapter 207: Please!
"But you didn’t touch her, right?" pressed Tank, his eyes never leaving his treasure. Even though something had clearly happened between the two of them, Tank wasn’t jealous. Instead, his only concern was that Hattie was okay.
Dante snorted at that statement and looked up from the list of supplies in his hand. "Oh, Pride touched her alright... and it is a heady experience watching everything like it was an out of body experience while, at the same time, being able to taste her on my own tongue."
He had never considered himself to be a voyeur until that moment when he was watching his woman falling apart from another man’s tongue. He could barely stop himself from coming as she screamed Pride’s name, the taste of her on his own tongue.
Fuck he could get used to that.
"That is not reassuring. Is she okay?" snarled Tank softly, because no matter how pissed he was, he wasn’t about to wake Hattie up, not if he could help it.
"He ripped out his soul and gave it to her," explained Dante, narrowing his eyes on Tank’s expression. "They are merged in a way I have never experienced before... It’s... Something," he finished lamely. There was no way to explain it.
He and Pride were two separate beings in the same body, his body... but when Pride was eating Hattie out, it was like all three of them were becoming one.
"What is going on?" sighed Dante, leaning back in his chair, careful not to move too fast in case he woke his woman up. "Why are you so worked up about her safety all of a sudden?"
"It’s not all of a sudden," snapped Tank before pulling himself back. "Bishop and a few other humans are not leaving."