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My eyes move past Gage’s shoulder to find her still in the same spot, her amber eyes rooted on the skyline outside.
I can still feel the tingle of her lips under mine. Her mouth is as soft as I expected. Full and so lush. As I watch her, her head turns, as though she can sense my gaze.
A faint flush stains her pretty cheeks. I jerk my chin at the glass. She rolls her eyes and pointedly takes a sip, wincing as it burns her throat. Her glower is fierce. My lips quirk.
When I look away, Gage and Tanner are watching me. They exchange a long glance. “What?” I ask.
Tanner smirks as Gage rubs the back of his neck. “Nothing,” T mutters. “Was just thinking that none of us have ate. The auction was what? Six hours ago? Maybe longer.” He peers over his shoulder at Onyx. “We all need to eat.”
“Spoken like a shifter,” I toss at him.
His smile is all teeth. “Pizza?”
Gage snorts. “Perhaps someone should ask the lady what she would want?”
They look at me.
I back up. “Why me?”
Gage shrugs. “For whatever reason, she seems to trust you, Caine.” His green eyes glint. “And she still seems to prefer talking to you.”
I narrow my eyes and track between them. When neither of them says anything else, I toss my hands up in annoyance and stalk around the bar.
Onyx looks up as I near, her amber eyes darkening to the same shade as the fluid still in her glass. “This is very hard to drink,” she admits, holding up the tumbler.
“A few more swallows and I promise it won’t be.”
Though her sigh is put upon, she downs it. Her exhale should breathe fire for all the dramatics behind it.
“Oh, come on,” I tell her. “It’s not that bad.”
She glares and sets the crystal on the table beside her before shrugging out of the sheet. It pools in her lap. “I’m sweating now.”
I snicker. “Aw. Poor baby.” Those amber eyes scorch me in place. All she’s missing are laser beams. “You hungry?” I ask.
“Why? You feeding me?”
“Do you always answer a question with another question?”
“No.” Her lips tremor.
“Progress,” I tease. Though her cheeks color again, she doesn’t look away. “What do you like to eat?”
She shrugs and my shirt slips down her shoulder, flashing a thin black band of lace. Hellfire scorches my midsection.
Damn it.
After Horan’s words earlier, I don’t know if my power is responding because it’s well past time for me to feed, or if it wants to spite me.
Regardless of why, it has no problem with Onyx being my next donor.
“Oh,” she says, wiggling in her chair. “You know what I haven’t had in years?”
I arch a brow, anything to hide the heat. “What’s that?”
“Pizza.”
There is a masculine cheer behind me and Onyx peers around me with a slight laugh.
