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There’s a low whistle at my side. “Damn, Cap., you do have it bad.”
I glare at Gage. “Shut it.” But he’s right. And we both know it. “I’m gonna take her back. Can you clean up here?”
He has the decency to look offended. “It’s one Druid.”
I shake my head and walk to the stage. Scooping Lilah up in my arms, I start for the door. “That’s what you said about Vlad too,” I remind him.
He grumbles behind me but heads back to the others. His steady rumble tells me he is already filling Tanner and Horan in on the next plan.
Caine presses away from his spot near the door as I approach. “The little bird is out for the count,” he says, staring down at her with a shockingly soft expression.
“Yeah.” I watch him for a minute. “Feel like riding back with me? Just in case?”
His strange red eyes raise to meet mine. “Is that an order, Captain?”
I raise a brow. “Does it need to be?”
He turns on his heel and goes to the door without another word.
Caine is a lot of things. Sinister, a womanizer, a demon, a sex addict. But he’s also fucking loyal to a fault.
I don’t know when it happened. Or even how. But Lilah won over my team just like she won over me. And the demon at the door may be her staunchest supporter yet.
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A low sound reaches my ears, like a muffled cry. I sit up on the couch, disoriented and aching from the cramped space.
What the hell? Why am I on the couch?
Another soft mewl reaches my ears, and the tone slams it all back home. Lilah falling asleep at Underground, bringing her home with Caine, carrying her through the manor and back to my bed. I wanted to join her. Wanted to hold her in my damn arms until we both passed out. But the bandage on her neck stopped me.
If I held her, I would take her. In every way I could. And she isn’t ready for all of me yet. No matter what she thinks.
I walk through the front room. Another whimper flows through the cracked bedroom doors. Easing closer to the panels, I knock softly. There’s no answer. I push them wide and step into the dimness.
Lilah tosses and turns, her back to me. Walking over, I ready to wake her up from a nightmare. She moans again, filling my ears with the sound along with her erratic heart. The sheet slips, showcasing one naked full breast and a lot of her bare side and hip. She trembles and the scent of lilac sex reaches my nose.
Fuck. Where are her clothes?
Her lithe body rolls over, kicking at the sheet. I catch sight of her curvy hip and her shadowed apex. And I stop breathing, enraptured. She groans again, tossing and turning in the midst of what appears to be a very interesting dream.
My length swells to a point of pain.
Damn it.
“Lilah. Wake up,” I hiss.
Her eyes flutter, opening.
She startles at seeing me next to the bed. Her long lashes open and close as she, no doubt, tries to puzzle through the change of dream to reality.
“You okay?” I ask.
She flushes, bright eyes darting as her full breasts rise and fall rapidly. “Yeah.”
“You appear to have lost a few things while you slept ...”
She glances down and hauls the sheet up to her chest. “I can’t sleep in regular clothes.” Her mumbled words are embarrassed and cute. A concept I’ve never found sexy is hotter than Sin with her.
