“There’s still something wrong with her.” That’s Callan. “Try again.”
“Whatever it is, it’s nothing my magic can fix.”
“Please,” I find myself begging.
“What do you need?” Bastien asks.
Marcus’s tender, masculine hands touch my cheek. “Tell me, Liv. How can I help?”
My eyes suddenly fly open, and I grab Marcus’s face and kiss him hard. I can’t stop myself, the hunger is too intense, and my succubus side has taken over. I suck the lust from him that springs up when we kiss, and it’s oh so delicious, but it isn’t enough. The thing I want to do most is spread my legs and let him settle there between them.
“Her eyes are black,” Bastien says.
In the back of my mind, I know this is bad. Really f*****g bad. But I can’t stop myself from rubbing up against Marcus like a damn cat. I reach for
