Page 20 of Mated
The sexiest damn scream ever.
Shit had my dick in my hand before I could think. Which is why we need to hightail it to Silver Rock before she wakes up.
Caine’s door opens and I do a double take. “Holy fuck.”
The demon forwent his normal GQ chic for a page out of Ruin’s book. Nearly black jeans and a black T-shirt pair with a set of shitkickers from hell. The metal studs and buckles climbing his legs scream ‘fuck me in all the twisted ways possible’.
He lowers a pair of thick aviator glasses down the bridge of his nose and peers at his boots. “Too much?”
My lips tremor. “Nah. Should be fine … If we make it to the biker bar on the edge of town.”
He pouts a little. No easy feat for an over six-three demon. “But I like them.” I just wait. With a sigh, one agile, pale hand motions and hellfire scorches my nose. The studded monstrosities disappear in favor of a pair of steel toes like mine.
I raise a brow as his goth attire remains. “You are aware you’re going to sweat your fucking balls off in all black.”
He joins me on the small porch and closes the door behind him. “I’m Asmodean, cat. I am used to heat and humidity far worse than anything here. This is cold to me.”
Considering with the heat index, we are kissing a hundred and two … “Remind me to never visit your home.”
His expression blanks, and he walks off down the steps without looking at me.
For a second, I consider letting it go. But a cat and it’s curiosity …
I dive and grab his shoulder. He wrenches away, hellfire eyes glowing behind those huge sunglasses. I hold my hands up. “Sorry.”
His lips curl. “I am going with you for the chance to sample more of Silver Rock’s delicacies. That doesn’t make us friends, comrades, or even co-workers. I’m a demon that needs to feed in this backwoods Podunk town you call home, and it just so happens that your mission will allow me to do so.” He steps closer. “Will that be a problem, cat?”
I grin, but my teeth are longer, sharper as he crowds my frame. “Not at all.”
He stays turned to me long enough my proverbial hackles rise. It’s not a good idea to go toe-to-toe with a shifter the night before the full moon. But apparently no one told him that.
My hands ache to let my claws slip free, to swat him like the bug I’ve always thought him to be.
No. Not a bug, a parasite. At least vampires start out mostly human. Demons are naturally evil. Born that way.
“Damn, boys, if I knew there was going to be a fight, I would’ve stuck around.” Nisha’s voice has the exact opposite reaction that it should.
Instead of calming me down, that southern glide of syllables makes a low rumble pour from me. The sound is part purr, part growl. I roll my head on my neck before turning slowly to face her.
Hellfire fills my nose and suddenly the world is darker.
I peer at Nisha from a set of sunglasses I do not own, but smartly keep from looking at Caine. Whatever he saw … He knew I needed them.
Nisha raises a brow at me. “Nice shades, Top Gun.” My eyes catch on the smooth skin of her bare shoulders and then flow down against my will.
Her bronze body is clothed in a sports bra and short, ultra-tight shorts. The material looks mildly shiny, soft.
Spandex?
It makes her plump ass full, bubbly. More of that sound flows out of me. And I can’t stop it.
All her thick hair is up in a high ponytail, leaving nothing to detract from the lean muscle under her skin, or the perky swell of her breasts.
Hell, is that a belly ring?
Her scent flows to me as the wind picks up, forcing it deep into my lungs. My dick swells to a point of pain.
Fucking Christ.
