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Azz glances at him as Tanner’s massive frame settles into a deadly crouch. “I see but two,” Azz tries to laugh.
Then the red light finds his chest through the window.
He jerks and peers out into the bright morning.
“Did you think I only brought two?” Caine laughs darkly. “I have men surrounding your compound, Azzteroth.” He eases me from his lap and stands at my side. “And as I said, I willnotlet her go.”
Azz snarls. “She is mine.”
My stomach clenches. “No, I’m not,” I snap. “I’m his.” My fingers find Caine’s arm.
And never have truer words been spoken.
It radiates through me.
Even before the last two weeks letting Caine heal, I knew it. Deep inside.
I never expected to belong to a demon. But now, I want to be Caine’s. In every sense of the word. And I want him to be mine.
He makes a sound, no doubt reading the depth of that desire as only he can. His hot hand closes over my nape and he hauls me up on the tips of my toes. His lips are hard, demanding.
But tender and addictive.
I moan and he grips my thigh, lifting my leg to fit in the cradle of my hips. He grinds into me and I cry out.
Suddenly, it doesn’t matter that the others are watching. I need him. Desperately.
“Fine.” Azz’s voice is sharp. Like jagged ice. “You have turned her into a wanton whore. I have no use for her.”
Caine pulls from me and he slams his palm out, lifting Azz with his magick and slamming him into the paneled wall hard enough the paintings shake.
He stalks away from me, hellfire rolling from his body in crimson and amber waves. “She is no whore, you insect,” he seethes. “She is a goddess. And my Armandour.”
The word rips into me with rightness. With truth.
I stare at the back of Caine’s dark head.
His chosen mate. His partner in all things.
The only one he will bed unless I give him permission to take another.
My heart swells and threatens to burst.
“I will leave you the cases,” Caine adds. “Because I have no use for them. But if you come anywhere near Onyx. I will kill you myself.” He punches his hand in the air and Azz slams against the wall again to emphasize his point.
Azz does not speak. He doesn’t have to.
He’s lost and he knows it.
Caine closes his fist and Azz drops to the floor. Horan stows his sword with a casual twirl of his wrist, and Tanner returns to human as he rights his suit jacket. His silver eyes meet mine and he grins.
My love turns to me and holds out his hand. I wind our fingers and hold on for dear life. It’s all I can do not to smile from ear to ear.
We walk out, past the guards and onto the long drive. I know Ruin and Gage are still nearby. Their bodies cloaked and waiting for the all clear.
As we near the tall black gates and Caine’s exotic red sports car, a bellow sounds from inside.
Caine cackles.
