Page 56 of Claimed
Caine stands in the corner closest to the door, his jaw tight and his crimson eyes darkened to old blood.
I lower my lashes and peer at Ruin. The look is seductive and not meant for him, but his pale jawline reddens. I smirk. “Not nearly as much as I will enjoy working with you.”
He turns away. “Okay.” His black eyes won’t meet mine and the brief flash of pleasure I got teasing him fades. “Get ready. We leave in ten.” He stalks to the door and Tanner follows.
Gage approaches out of the corner of my eye, my holsters and utility belt in his hands. “These belong to you.”
I take them and stroke my fingers over the handles of my blades. “There you are, my babies,” I croon. “I’ve missed you.”
His chuckle is mild. “A girl with her weapons is a beautiful thing.”
He walks past me and I thread everything on.
My belt sits low on my hips and my knives are a familiar weight. I scrub my fingers over the hilts and draw them easily. Spinning them in my hands, I slide them back home and look up.
Caine stalks over the floor, his hips rolling in another pair of fatigues. I turn away, unable to look at that seductive prowl.
I start to the door.
His strong hand grabs my arm, searing me through my suit. I glower over my shoulder.
“What the fuck was that?” he snarls, his expression dark.
“What was what?” I ask innocently.
“You always bat your lashes at taken men?”
“Is Ruin taken?” My voice is sugary sweet.
His teeth bare. “Yes. Happily.”
I shrug and pull from his grasp. “My mistake then.” I take a step.
His broad chest appears in the empty space and I reel back.
How—
A flicker of red light fades from around his feet as he stops in front of me, forcing me to halt or crash into him. “What the fuck is your problem, Onyx?” he asks, glaring down at me.
I want to be unmoved by the harsh fall of his hair. How his anger makes his scent spike. Or how god damn hot he is with his eyes glinting and his jaw rippling.
Crossing my arms, I cock my hip and just wait. He growls under his breath. “Oh quit, Caine.” His eyes narrow. “You got what you needed, right?”
His features blank and his lips part. “That isn’t—”
I press my hand into his chest, forcing him to take a step back. “The orgasm was great, baby,” I say coolly. “But that’s all it was, right? Some metaphysical bump and grind?”
“So you used me to get off?” The words hit me in the stomach, but I keep my face devoid of the pain. The dismissal.
“No, Caine. You used me to feed and I climaxed from just the touch of your magick.” I take back the step I made him relinquish, crowding his frame. “It could have been more. But you don’t want more. And I don’t chase men.”
My lips peel back. “Ever.” With a stern pat to his chest, I push hard past him and stalk to the door.
Yes, I had wanted more. I still do.
But the world is full of hot guys.
And Caine is not that special.
