Page 46 of Ivy & Bone

He crammed his eyes shut. This was utter foolishness. She clearly felt nothing for him. And he shouldn’t feel anything for her. So this arrangement shouldn’t be a problem.

If anything, this would be the perfect opportunity for him to seduce her. Why hadn’t he thought of that earlier? He needed to take advantage of this moment.

With a deep, fortifying breath, he turned to face her more fully. “May I?” he asked.

“Y-yes, go ahead,” she said, teeth still chattering.

Cyrus wrapped an arm around her, feeling the rise of goose flesh on her arms from the chill. He summoned just a kernel of heat and pressed it into her skin.

Prue gasped suddenly, her body arching in ways that drove Cyrus mad. He shoved the sinful thoughts from his mind and asked, “Did I hurt you?”

“N-no. It was just a surprise, that’s all. I didn’t realize you still had your magic.”

“I do. If you’re afraid, you can take it back.”

She looked up at him, her eyes gleaming. “I’m not afraid.”

He held her gaze. “Good.” He should have told her to cling to that fear; that letting her guard down around him was the stupidest thing she could do. But he couldn’t bring himself to break this moment.

Silence fell between them, and gradually, their shivering ceased. Prue shifted against him, her leg grazing his cock, and he stiffened. Her eyes went wide as a blush spread across her face.

“Oh, shit,” she whispered. “I—”

Cyrus cleared his throat. “Right. Um. Sorry.”

Prue laughed, then covered her mouth. “No. It’s not funny. That’s my fault. I won’t—”

Cyrus groaned, closing his eyes. “Save it, Prue. Yes, I have human parts. Yes, being naked with you is awakening certain . . . parts of me. There’s no avoiding it.”

Prue bit her lip and arched an eyebrow. “So . . . you’re aroused?”

Cyrus shot her a flat look. “Don’t flatter yourself. Demons, remember? I’ve bedded demons before.”

“Right.” She looked unconvinced.

Gripped by a sudden boldness, Cyrus shot her a smirk. “But it’s not just me, is it? You’re clearly affected by my body as well.”

Prue snorted. “Certainly not.”

Cyrus’s brows lifted, accepting the challenge. “Really? You are indifferent to my body pressed against yours?”

Her chin lifted at the challenge. “I am.”

“Truly?”

“Truly.”

“Well, then you wouldn’t mind if I did this.” He shifted until his cock was pressed fully against her.

Prue’s breath hitched, her body arching again. Her jaw tensed. “Nope.” Her voice was strained. “Still not feeling anything.”

“Right,” Cyrus said, echoing her doubtful tone from earlier. Slowly, he splayed his hand along the small of her back, drawing her flush against him. A ripple of pleasure rolled over him as his arousal rubbed along her thigh.

Prue’s eyes closed, and a guttural sound rose up her throat.

“What was that?” Cyrus asked. “I couldn’t hear you.”

“Nothing,” Prue said through clenched teeth. “That was nothing.”

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