Page 92 of Knight’s Dominion

Possessiveness rolled off him like a thundercloud.

She’d given him an inch, and what do you know, he’d taken a mile.

She also knew instinctively that he wouldn’t let her go tonight, definitely not on her own. The mated male in him wouldn’t allow it. And she needed to go. Oden could lead her to the beast, could lead her to the major players working for Diemos. “Laney just checking in.”

He watched her closely, and she wanted to squirm.

"Yeah? How is she?"

"Good." She sat beside him and took the plate he held in his hands. "Is this mine?”

He dipped his chin.

“Peanut butter and jelly. Your specialty."

A low chuckle rumbled from him and she forced herself to control her racing heart.

He watched her while she ate, a satisfied expression on his face as she chewed the last mouthful.

“Better?”

"Yes. Thank you. I worked up an appetite." She looked up at him. “Are you hunting tonight?"

“Yeah, Zen has a lead.”

He was keeping something from her as well, she could see it in his eyes. She wanted to question him, but considering what she was about to do, she refrained.

She was used to keeping things to herself, but right then, she wanted to lean on someone else. It wasn't that simple, though, nothing ever was. And especially not with Chaos.

“You’ll keep me updated?”

His gaze dropped to her lips. “Of course.”

If he wondered why she hadn’t demanded to go with him, he didn’t say. Whatever Chaos had going on tonight was important and he was glad she wasn’t part of it. More reason to keep her meeting with Oden to herself.

The mated male in him was in full-blown protection mode. He didn’t care about her credentials on the battlefield, he was following his instincts to keep her safe. Her stomach clenched painfully. This was exactly why they would never work, why she needed to hold back and not let herself get attached.

He reached out and brushed her hair behind her ear. “You coming here when you’re finished for the night? Or should I come to you?”

"No." Keeping her tone even and her expression neutral, she smiled at him. “I’ll come to the compound. Bring stuff for a night or two.” Distracting him with the prospect of two more nights of sex would hopefully stop him from questioning her about her plans for the evening. She felt guilty, dishonest, but what else could she do?

More intense staring. "Why the sudden change of heart?"

The male never let her get away with a damn thing. "Can't a girl change her mind? And it’s just a couple nights. I thought you'd be pleased."

"I am. Very.” His voice had dropped several octaves, and he brushed his thumb across the hollow of her throat. "Text me when you get here if I’m not back. I want to know you're okay.”

“Why wouldn’t I be okay?” He wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore. “Have you forgotten that before we mated, I spent all of my spare time relieving demons of their heads? Chasing the fuckers down and beating their asses until they cried for their mamas? I managed just fine without a big, bad knight to watch over me.” It was a desperate attempt to make him stop acting like an overprotective asshat.

“Grace, do you have to argue with every damn thing I say?" There was no anger in his voice. "Just humor me, would you?"

"Fine, whatever.”

“You made them cry for their mamas, huh?”

“I spanked those little bitches.”

He tilted his head back and laughed, deep and rumbly and so sexy she had to stop herself from climbing onto his lap and kissing him silly.