Page 85 of Mated
Caine slips around me, running his fingers down the glistening seam of her body. She jerks and her hands dig into the mattress.
He peers over his shoulder at me, that devilish light nearly blinding. I draw my hand back. He nods.
I slam my hand into her ass so hard, the slap is like a gunshot in the quiet. My breathing is frantic and every inch of my body is coiled so tight, I know the slightest touch and I will explode.
“Five,” she cries, her shoulders shaking.
Caine grips my hips and pushes me forward.
I slip deep into her already rippling sheath and my teeth bare in a feral snarl. She screams and the blanket rips in her grasp.
For a moment, it’s too much. Too good.
Caine’s breath is hot over my ear. “Do you see whatyouare depriving her of?” he demands. His hands tug on my hips and he eases me out of her body. She grips my length like a fucking fist. He takes me right to the edge of her opening and pushes me back. I bottom out in her channel and the heat and wetness is like silk over my cock.
My eyes flutter.
“This, this is all she wants,” Caine says to me, his hand sliding up my side to press my face tighter to his moving mouth. “You needlessly worry about restraint, cat.”
“And if she gets pregnant?” I ask, each word clogging my throat as the need of being inside her is nearly the last straw on my already tenuous control.
With a murmured flow of harsh words, Caine raises a hand and hellfire scorches his palm. He presses his skin to my pubic bone and heat flares inside me in a brutal wave.
“Son of a fucking bitch!” I try to rip away, but he holds me in place with more strength than I expect the demon to possess.
He forces me to move my hips and the pleasure of Nisha’s body keeps the pain at bay until that damn line inside me blurs.
“Caine …”
He whispers a final word and the heat fades to something scorching but bearable. He steps back.
When his eyes raise to mine, he smirks. “Never fear, cat, it is reversible.”
For a moment, I have no idea what he is talking about. And then my eyes track down.
Dark lines, just like his, rest over my hips.
I look at him.
In all the years I have known, Caine, I have never feared the demon.
But that magick is unheard of from his kind.
What the fuck is he?
He reaches for the hem of his tank top and pulls it over his head in a surprisingly sultry motion.
My throat works. “And the spell will hold?”
He shucks his jeans, leaving all six feet plus of his body nude and covered in toned muscle and more of those odd black marks. The demon is leaner than myself, but straight and proud from his hips. He runs a hand up Nisha’s back. “It will hold. And as long as I feed, it will hold until I remove it.”
His eyes raise to mine. He smiles and the motion is pure evil. Pure Sin. “Now. Enough talk. Fuck her, cat. And this time, you do not stop until I tell you.”
My hands grip Nisha’s hips as he climbs onto the bed before her. She raises her head, watching him. I can feel her body quicken as he caresses her face, bringing her swollen lips closer to the tip of him.
“Nisha?” He allows her to look at me. The gold light of her eyes is like sunlight. Or one of the vampires. I rock my hips. “Are you good with this?” I ask, wanting, noneedingto be sure.
She licks her lips and pulls forward only to glide me back through her folds with a harsh rock of her hips. I grunt. “Fuck me, Tanner.” She turns back to Caine and sucks him down once before rocking over me again and saying, “God, please fuck me.”
