Bo was no stranger to roughness between the sheets. Sometimes she tended to become rather enthusiastic during sex and get carried away. And sometimes she was simply plain aggressive when she needed sex to heal from injuries. Bo had a tendency to get injured a lot, but that went hand-in-hand with her hero complex thing combined with her penchant for poking her nose in where it didn't belong. No one meddled in things that didn't concern her quite as much as Bo did.

That had been one thing that had set her apart from other fae. She broke rules, broke boundaries, and didn't give a shit who she angered in the process of doing what was right. Bo also cared about humans, something that fae didn't seem to do as much as she felt they should. Bo's love of humans wasn't without good reason. She'd been raised by human parents, grew up believing she was human until her succubus powers manifested and killed the first person she'd ever loved. Her best friend had been human. One of her lovers had been human. But she had to admit, the best sex she'd had had been with other fae.

And Julia was promising to be vying for a spot on that list.

She groaned, back arching under the sharpness of Julia's nails along her spine, and it felt good. Her eyes closed at the sensation, and when she opened them, they were glowing blue. "That sounds about right to me," she murmured, fingers brushing along Julia's neck, then over her shoulder and down her arm. She pressed tightly against her as her other hand moved to the door handle and opened it. "At least here we can be as loud as we want." She slipped out of the car, grabbing Julia's hand and pulling her with her.