his is Book 5 of the Forced To Serve series.Despite being energetically compelled to do so, Malachi was tired of chasing after a physical body with the wrong female spirit living inside it. What was the point? The real Rena Trax was back in her form and his feisty emissary was nowhere to be found. It wasn’t fair. She had left him with a million unanswered questions and no worthy being to debate them with. But why did he even care? He was an alien spirit. He was the Demon of Synar. No female, regardless of how powerful, could change that fact.
“Are we back to the debate about which of us will obey the will of the other?” Angel asked.
Malachi ducked his head and pressed his lips to hers gently. When he raised his head, her eyes flashed. “Demons are evil. I plan to take your lack of resistance as permission.”
“Very well,” she said. “I should warn you that I have never really done this before. I mean in reality, with a body. I’ve only observed. Even then, I didn’t really participate. I just sort of filed notes away in case I chose to do this with you.”
His finger froze on her chin. “You’ve never? Ever?”
When she shook her head, his fingers quivered on her. “How can that be?”
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Being captain of his own rescue ship is the life Liam Synar has always dreamed of living. Being master of a hereditary demon is not. Coveting Malachi's power, his exiled brother hunts him to capture the demon that Liam's life mate unknowingly hosts. Putting Malachi inside Ania two years ago had been an act to save her when she almost died saving his. If only the demon hadn't killed again.
Watching her now, his body clamored to go to her. Demon or not, he still wanted Ania Looren with the same raging need he had felt the first time. And now he wanted her even more desperately after all the time they’d been apart. Shades of Kellnor, why couldn’t he have realized this was going to happen two years ago?
Ania stopped moving when she felt Synar’s thoughts. “You didn’t figure it out two years ago because you only allowed yourself to think of one option, which was staying away. You accuse me of hiding truths, but you lied about coming back for me. That’s why I filed the mating dissolution form. I no longer wished to be at the mercy of your indecisive mind that changes like the shifting winds of Terlon.”
Synar went to the wall rack, picked out a defense staff matching hers, and walked to the mat. “Fine. You think you know my intentions and true feelings. Make me leave you alone.”
“I am Khalsa. It is easily done.” Ania sliced the air around her, following the staff with a sweeping glare.
“I disagree. Eventually, I will figure out how to appease you, Ania. Maybe I do deserve some of your wrath, but I won’t fall at your feet as quickly as Gwen. If you defeat me fairly, I’ll heed your demands. If I win, you must agree to forgive me.”
“You can’t defeat me, Synar. Have you ever won a fight with Dorian?”
“Dorian isn’t here. And he isn’t you,” Synar said sharply, smiling at Ania’s confidence. He was now getting excited at the prospect of getting his hands on her. “Dorian says I’m getting closer to defeating him. He says I’m faster than I used to be. After centuries of not fighting, you’re way out of practice. I figure that gives me a fair chance.”
Ania snorted. “How can you talk about being fair? You tricked me into your bed the first time with promises of affection and declarations of need that would have wooed any female. I still don’t know why I agreed.”
Synar’s answer was to smile wickedly at her confession. Her body shivered in response. A frisson of awareness zipped along her nerve endings, and what followed was so unfamiliar Ania almost didn’t recognize how aroused she suddenly was. The feeling was so disconcerting that it felt like illness to her.
“I remember our first bonding time like it happened only moments ago. I was just as desperate for you then as I am right now,” Synar said quietly, never taking his eyes from her.
Her life force pushed and pressed against every cell until Ania spun her defense staff to create a wider distance between them. Seeing him retreat was a reminder to her body not to betray her to this male. It was also a reminder to Synar that she wasn’t receptive to his words, no matter what she was feeling.
“Speak with Dorian. He can help you get some physical relief,” Ania instructed, lifting her chin.
“So can you,” Synar said, smiling again because he could see she was distressed. Beyond that though was more—much more. And he wanted to know what it was.
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