Page 79 of Mated
Help that has now ruined me for every other male I could ever sleep with.
It’s more than his body, his mouth. Those long fingers. It’s his attentiveness. His focus. I shiver and grip the cool countertop as the heat inside my belly flares again.
But despite all his help, the throb between my legs has only eased a little.
I now understand why domestic animals seem so needy during their heat cycles. As it is, I need an IV sedative and a vibrator on standby.
Turning on the shower as cool as I can stand, I climb under the spray and gingerly rinse Tanner’s scent and touch from my skin.
I can’t be mad at him. He’s being safe for both of us in a time when I don’t care enough to worry about it. I turn my arm and take in the small scar from my implant birth control. It’s useless now.
Fucking figures.
I press my head to the tile wall.
It’s stupid craving him.
I’ve been with more than my fair share of men. And craving leads to attachment.
I can’t get attached to Tanner.
No matter how good in bed he is, no matter how much I am starting to admire him as a person, I can’t develop feelings for the man.
That would spell trouble for me.
Shutting off the water, I grab a towel and dry myself before wringing out the ends of my hair and stepping out into the main room.
I slam to a halt in the doorway, heat climbing up my body like one of those cartoon characters from my childhood.
Caine leans against the wall next to the door and Tanner sits at the foot of the bed. Both of them stop talking.
Ripping the towel from my hair, I wrap the material across my front. “Caine? Why are you in here?”
He offers me a surprisingly somber smile. “The cat and myself would like to speak to you, kitten.”
I glance, startled, at Tanner. His face is tight, but he gives me a nod. “Didn’t know you had gotten in the shower, Nish,” he tells me softly. “If you want to get dressed, you can.”
I peer between them, eyes narrowing.
If I want to get dressed?
What kind of phrasing is that?
I cinch the thick green fabric around me with a bit of shuffling and drop my hands to my hips. “I hadn’t planned on getting dressed again until all of this was over,” I say pointedly as I glare at T.
Caine lets out a delighted chuckle. “As ferocious as always, kitten,” he murmurs. “But perhaps, you would permit me to offer a solution?”
I wave vaguely as I walk to the fridge to grab another bottle of water. It’s more for something to do than any real want of the cool fluid.
“You know what kind of demon I am?” Caine asks.
I snare a bottle and turn back around. “Asmodean. Yeah.”
His smile is all teeth. “Your faculties are well in place, it seems.” He glances at Tanner who frowns but doesn’t remark. “That will make this easier on all parties involved.”
“Spit it out, Caine,” T snaps.
The demon laughs and the sound rolls through the room and over my skin like a fucking caress. I stand up straighter, eyes wide.
