Possession: Immortal Protectors, Book 3 ((Immortal Protectors)) by H.M. McQueen Page B

thrown herself at him that morning when he stopped by for a kiss after returning from work. She’d noted circles under his eyes and it helped somewhat to know that he didn’t seem to be having an easier time of it either. Lack of sleep, a side effect he’d conveniently left out.
    Why had she been so stubborn?  Would it be so bad to sleep with him instead of the cottage?  Yes, first he had to come clean, tell her the entire truth about himself. Yet she couldn't continue like this.
    Today would be different—she’d demand he come in and have sex with her—damn the consequences. Tonia needed to get over this in order to be any good when she returned to work.
    At Fallon’s first knock, she tore the door open and threw herself at him, arms wrapped around him, mouth fused to his. The warmth and hard planes of his body against hers helped dim some of the fire inside and she sighed against him in relief. Trailing kisses down the side of his face to his neck, she was pleased when he began to breathe faster. There was no way he’d resist. Victory within reach, she took his hand and tugged him past the doorway.
    Darkened eyes met hers. “No.”
    Pulling harder she glared at him. “What the hell do you mean ‘no’?”
    “I want a relationship.”
    “You’re kidding me right?” She dropped his hand and moved back into his arms running her tongue along his jawline. "Fallon, let’s do this, we both need it. You feel it, need it, as much as I do."
    “No,” he growled softly and moved away from her. Turning on his heel he headed to the house.
    She jogged after him and pulled on his arm swinging him to face her. “I am not going to let you force me into something I am not ready for.”
    He stopped and looked down at her. “I am not forcing you into anything. You’re my mate, my wife. I won’t have sex as a means to get rid of this desire. I want more.”
    “How much longer do you think you can resist?” Jutting her chin out stubbornly, she pinned him with a sharp look.
    “As long as it takes,” he replied, his tone patient. “Would you like to join me for dinner?” he motioned to the house. “Please?” He took her hand and waited.
    Wanting more than to hold his hand, she let out a huff and began to walk towards the house. He would change his mind, she’d make sure.
    The other two Protectors were already sitting at the table when they entered. Logan nodded at her. "Hey Tonia, how are ya?"
    "Good, thank you," Tonia replied, and then went to the other side of the room to offer Wendy help.
    Throughout the meal, she caught Fallon watching her constantly, his heated gaze making it hard to sit still. Just watching him fanned her desire for him. On occasion, she would reach over and touch his leg or his arm, each time his gaze would lift to hers, his expression soft—a slight lift to his lips.
    "I'm going to bed. If it's all right with you guys, can we meet before heading out tonight?" Fallon stood, yawned and stretched. Following his every movement, Tonia debated whether to go with him, as he didn't invite her.
    "It's more than okay with me," Kieran answered, his hand caressing Wendy's back. "I'm ready for bed myself."
    Wendy leaned over and kissed his jaw. "Sleepy?" She nipped at his ear and his lips curved.
    "Not really."
    Tonia looked away to Logan who studied Fallon with clinical intensity. A shiver ran through her, what was the cowboy looking for?
    Fallon got her attention, “See you tomorrow.” He lifted her face and pressed a chaste kiss on her lips. Placing her hands behind his head, she ensured the kiss lasted a bit longer until someone cleared their throat.
    He straightened and left the room. Tonia stared in disbelief at his retreating back.
    Kieran stood. "I'll be right back, going to run a bit with Albert. Wait for me." He kissed the top of Wendy's head and went to the door, the dog on his heels.
    "Tonia?" Wendy frowned. “What’s the deal with you two?”
    Tonia swallowed and looked to Logan who