First Kiss Friday – Demon King’s Desire, Elemental Sisters by J. L. Sheppard

He shouldn’t be surprised. She was a young, gorgeous, kind woman; she would attract loads of men. He could feel her anger, so maybe he shouldn’t be so worried about this one, but still his jealousy was fueled by the desire he’d felt for centuries in his dreams.

He held his breath while listening to Jenna’s words and the man’s.

“You need to believe me. We belong together,” the male said, seemingly unaffected by her anger.

“It’s over,” she nearly shouted. “You cheated. You are just like the rest of them. I could never forgive you.”

She turned to walk up the steps to her apartment, when the man roughly grabbed her by her arm forcing her to turn back towards him.

Lucas sprang into action. He moved so quickly the male had no idea where he’d come from. He grabbed the man by his neck, lifting him a foot off of the ground. Lucas had every intention of killing the bastard for laying a hand on his woman. The man let go of Jenna and reached for Lucas’ hand, attempting to loosen Lucas’ grip, but he couldn’t.

“Don’t you ever touch her,” Lucas growled.

Jenna’s eyes widened. “Lucas? Let him go,” she said. “This isn’t necessary.”

Lucas forced himself to release his hold on the mortal. The man slumped to the ground and looked up at Lucas.

“Who the hell are you?” he said between coughs, as he rubbed his neck. “Let me guess,” he focused on Jenna. “Your new boyfriend?”

Lucas’ anger rose, his face plagued with a look of sheer menacing hatred. Jenna lightly put her hand on his chest, and he felt the warmth of her touch radiating through him, soothing him.

“Who he is, is none of your business. Just as I am none of your business,” she retorted. “Leave.”

Lucas stared at the mortal until he was a block away then turned to face Jenna. She was already glaring in his direction and didn’t appear as happy to see him as he was to see her.

“What are you doing here? I can take care of myself,” she said, frustrated. “I don’t need you or Clyde or anyone else to take care of me.”

Lucas was taken aback. How could she think that she could protect herself from danger? The mortal was just a mortal, but he was stronger than she was. “You expected me to stand there and let him manhandle you?” he said, raising his voice.

“Why not? I wouldn’t be the first or the last woman to be.”

Lucas stepped toward her, a mere inch from her face. “I couldn’t stand there and let him. I couldn’t have stopped myself even if I had tried. My hands were wrapped around his neck before I realized what I was doing.”

Her expression softened. “I’m sorry. I truly am. I was frustrated with Fabian, not you—”

He couldn’t resist; he leaned closer and took her mouth in a sensual kiss before she’d finished her last word. Her full lips were soft, and she opened her mouth to receive him. She tasted sweet and smelled of vanilla. He felt his heart shudder. It was better than in his dreams. It was real; she was here, and he’d never felt as empowered as he did now. As he wrapped his arms around her to deepen the kiss, she placed her hands on his chest. Her warmth permeated through his shirt and he felt it on his skin.

It was hard to stop kissing her, especially now that he knew what he’d been missing, but he didn’t want her to think he’d come here to seduce her.

“I guess it’s my turn to apologize,” he said. “I didn’t mean to do that…actually I did mean to. I just couldn’t help myself.”