Page 57 of Mated
My jaw drops. "Caine. Stop fucking around. I can't think like this. Do you know what I want to do to him?"
Caine raises a brow with a wicked grin. "Do tell,mon amour."
I swat at him. "This is not funny."
He reaches out and brushes my ponytail from my shoulder. Even that small caress leaves me damn near dripping in my denim shorts.
His fingers trail down my arm, the long digits brushing the side of my breast. I tremble, spine arching. There is no thought of pushing him away. My body doesn't care that he isn't Tanner. I need something—someone to ease the heat.
"I see," Caine says, his ruby eyes burning. He peers around before reaching behind me. I'm urged into a close sided changing room, and Caine peers at me in the dimness. "I can feast at your body, little kitten. Or I can drink your lust so you can think clearly. Either is fine with me."
I have a split second vision of his dark head between my thighs and I whimper with need. "Fuck me for all I care." And it's true. The notion brings tears to my eyes.
I’ve always been more selective than this, more picky.
And with Chuck’s infidelity so very fresh, I should be even more so. But the heat batters at me, burning through every inch of my body in time to my heart. It borders on painful. And I have the distinct feeling that if I let it go unchecked, it will indeed dive into something I don’t want to fight.
Caine frowns. "Kitten." That one word is oddly understanding.
Some of the heat fades. He wraps an arm around my back and pulls me into a surprisingly muscular frame.
"No tears, kitten, for the cat will rip my skin from my bones, and I am rather fond of this vessel." His words draw a ragged laugh from me. One long hand strokes down my ponytail. "Tis a lot, I know. Being thrust into a world of supernaturals. Perhaps ... Our fair Lilah is rather familiar with human life before her existence as a vampire. As many of the fang folk are. You can always speak to her on such matters."
"Vampires don't go into heat, Caine," I mutter into his chest.
"Not true, kitten." That makes me pull back to look at him. "Their transitional phase is rather ...arduous. Sex is just another form of lust after all."
I wipe at my eyes. "So ... It's not weird that I feel like this?"
His gaze widens. "Sex is not something to be ashamed of. It is natural. Adam and Eve once dwelled in the Garden in naught but their skin. It was only after Eve ate the forbidden fruit that sex became foul in their eyes. Something to be done behind closed doors."
"I don't want to fuck Tanner in the woods tonight, Caine."
He blinks. "He is rather attractive for a cat, I would have assumed—”
"No. Iwantto fuck him, Caine. Just not in the woods."
He chuckles. There is no condescension. Just more of that understanding. "Ah. Well, unfortunately, I cannot do so much to help with that, kitten. But I can ease what you are feeling now."
As an Asmodean, I know he can. Caine could take me in a million different ways and leave me a panting, sated mess.
And I won’t deny a hint of curiosity at the thought.
"Will it hurt?" I can't stop the quiver to my voice.
His fingers are gentle over my cheeks "No. You will experience a small release from it. Nothing more."
Oh.
A release sounds great.
"Okay."
He nods, suddenly serious. "Close your eyes, kitten, and picture our cat."
I do what he says and pull up everything about Tanner that I am growing to like at a rapid rate.
The dark fall of his hair, his keen silver eyes in beast form. The cunning, cold intelligence that speaks of a hard life and even harder choices. How his body is honed for battle. Long, lean, and so damn sexy it makes it hard to breathe.
