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Caine pushes from the wall, his body clad still in midnight jeans and the remains of his black tank top. “Tanner fears his restraint with you, kitten,” he says as he walks toward me. “I have had years and years of experience in the bedroom, and though I cannot sate you as the cat can,” he lifts the hem of his tank, flashing quite the defined v of his hips and archaic black marks, “I also cannot get you with child.”
My jaw drops and my heart slams. “Maybe the heat is affecting my brain cells, but are you saying what I think you are?”
He lets the material fall, his eyes roiling with a soft crimson light. “You need to be taken, kitten. Not so much now, but soon.” One of his artistically long hands raises and he caresses my bare arm. Gooseflesh peppers my skin and my thighs clench. “I am offering to help the cat sate your need. Whether it be by my magick or my flesh.”
I stare at him.
There is no teasing in his gaze. Or his expression. Only a kind of quiet resolve. It’s uncharacteristic for the demon. But also mildly reassuring.
“Why would you offer that?” I ask in barely more than a whisper as he continues to watch me.
“I have grown fond of you, kitten,” he says. “And I can taste your need. Even now, it fills my head in a cloud. You have been cared for. But not as your body needs. The cat knows that too.”
He shrugs like it’s no big deal. “I can feed from you during every coupling without causing you ill effects. It can keep the desire to something you can tolerate. That you can function with.” He smiles. “And I am rather hungry, you see. So it all works out for me.”
I glance over his shoulder at Tanner.
The other man has turned his head to watch us, his eyes pulsing silver and filled with that predator’s light from earlier.
“And you’re okay with this?” I ask.
His jaw ripples. “If you are, then yes.” He pushes to his feet. “I can’t take you like I want to, Nisha.” His words and the harsh gravel of his tone makes my nipples bud. “I can’t risk it. But Caine can.”
Caine runs his hand down my arm, shackling my wrist. I look at him. “No one will force you, kitten,” he says, his tone almost kind. “But if you prefer, we can also take you back to Silver Rock. I am sure Callus and some of the others would be more than happy to help.”
The growl that spills from Tanner leaves me quaking. Not from fear. But need.
Tanner’s dulcet growl is just a firm reminder of the power in his lean frame. Of his body in mine.
I drop the bottle of water as my hands convulse. No one makes a move to pick it back up. “No. No Silver Rock,” I breathe, watching Tanner. Caine’s fingers on my skin are almost hotter than T’s. Filled with hellfire no doubt. “I’d rather stay here.”
Some of the tension in Tanner’s shoulders evaporates. The rumble is still present, but softer now.
Caine leans into me, his breath hot over my ear. “He will take you, Nisha. In time.” I go still as the words are spoken so softly that I am sure Tanner cannot hear. “But until then, allow me to aid you both. Just a little.”
My eyes flutter as he nips gently at my ear. His arm winds around my waist, cinching me tighter into his body. I don’t resist.
He gives his own sound of approval. “Good, kitten.” His lips are hot up the side of my neck. Then his teeth sink into my skin in teasing nibbles and my body grows just as hot as his touch.
Over his strong shoulder, Tanner remains frozen in the center of the floor, his eyes so bright they seem to cast the whole room in silver light.
With one hand gripping my throat, Caine nuzzles the side of my face. He bites me harder and I cry out, thighs clenching at the brief pain. He chuckles and pulls back. “Is that a yes, kitten?” he all but purrs in my ear.
Everything quivers. My body, my insides. My breath. The heat that has sat idly on the backburner begins to pulse in earnest, building between my thighs until I shift to relieve the ache.
An ache that is getting worse every time it flares.
Caine is offering what Tanner won’t. He will sate the fire one way or another. He will make it go away.
But at the end, there will be no new demon boyfriend. That’s what he is really offering. Sex without any problems or feelings. Just a good old fashioned fuck.
I glance at Tanner and find him still watching me, his face carefully empty.
Caine said Tanner would take me too. In the end.
My body shivers and my fingers tighten over Caine’s arms.
I want Tanner to fill me. To do what I know he can. But if he won’t, the demon will.
