Page 16 of Demon Huntress
Flash poured water into the coffeemaker and flicked the light on to green. He then leaned against the counter, his eyes bulging at his friend, nearly breaking the marble countertop beneath his grip.
“What did I just say?” Flash snarled.
“You said she came on to you.”
“Yes.”
“So you’re the wolf shifter, am I correct?” Slade gave him a condescending look. “You are the one who knows better than her. Even if she was climbing on top of you in the middle of the bar, you were the one who had to resist her and tell her what she means to us.”
Flash had the urge to leap on top of his friend and pummel him for good measure. But he wondered, even beneath the cloud of his anger, if the motivation behind the lecture was simply male jealousy. If they were both indeed her mate, then Slade would be longing for her the same way Flash was. The feeling was a near ache, and it was almost impossible to resist the temptation of sex when a mate offered.
He turned to the coffee machine, trying to let it go for the time being.
“Okay, I shouldn’t have fucked her. Is that what you want to hear?” he growled. “I’m an idiot, nothing new.”
He heard Slade groan next to him. Then he left the room without saying another word, hearing his footsteps as he moved up to the lounge where Cassandra was making her phone calls.
Flash made three cups of coffee, leaving one black and sugarless because he didn’t know how Cassandra took it. He came into the room to find Cassandra with her ear pressed against a phone, her computer on her lap, and Slade sitting opposite her, quietly rolling his fingers in his palms.
Flash placed the mugs down, then caught a look from Cassandra, who smiled at him. Her lips still managed to glisten a bit with the lipstick she had been wearing before their dalliance in the closet, despite Flash thinking that it had been smeared. He gave her a nod, then touched his own lips instinctively, remembering her flavor vividly.
A part of him hoped the gesture got to Slade, deep in his envious bones. Though he wasn’t consciously trying to head down that road again, it sure was satisfying.
He sat next to Slade in silence while Cassandra finished her phone call. She had buttoned up her shirt nearly to the top, but the bottom was pulled out from her skirt, and the skirt itself had been rolled up enough to show off a delectable patch of skin near her lovely bottom.
Flash sighed to himself, replaying their passionate romp in his mind over and over.
“Okay, sorry, guys,” she said, placing the phone down.
Flash perked up, getting lost in the icy-blue glare of her eyes.
“I’ve sent files that I was able to obtain today to my lab assistant Greg, but the scientific language is beyond both of us. Apparently, we need to find a chemist to interpret the findings.”
Slade leaned on his fist against the arm of the couch and spoke like they were sitting in a library. “I know a guy that could probably help with that,” he replied.
Cassandra nodded, a brief smile passing over her lips. Flash was finding it difficult to focus on the mission ... what they had paired up to do in the first place. His cock still twitched in his pants from his attraction to the woman who he felt he could go multiple rounds with before finally tapping out due to hunger or thirst, whichever came first.
He would gladly give her some screaming orgasms that would make her forget any terrible thing that had ever happened to her.
As if to read his mind, she looked at him, brows raised in expectation.
“Do you know anyone, Flash?”
For a moment, he had forgotten what they were talking about. He sensed Slade’s disapproval energy as radiant as the moon shining outside.
“Um,” he stumbled, having to look away from the most gorgeous woman he had ever met. “Not that I can recall. Try Slade’s contact. He knows a guy for everything.”
She smiled at him again, and he thought he was going to come undone.
“It’s settled then,” she said, looking at the computer. “Time is of the essence, of course.”
Slade nodded, then leaned forward to look at the black cup of coffee sitting in front of them.
“How do you take your coffee, Cassandra?”
She looked up at Slade, eyes glassy with exhaustion.
“A drop of cream and one sugar, if you don’t mind,” she said. “And call me Cass.”
