“It’s not right to mark you without you knowing what it means,” he said. “So tell me.” Sky kissed just above Julian’s navel, her warm lips lingering. “I’m a good listener.” “You’d be mine,” Julian said. “You’d have a mark, a…” He hissed at the feel of Sky’s probing tongue. “A tattoo that could on...
White lightning stabbed through gray clouds. Wind teased the Packard’s windows. Johnny pushed his hands deep into the pockets of the cheap winter coat Donnelly had bought him, watching the dark street and keeping an ear out for thunder. The Packard’s back door swung open, letting in a...