Sweet. She was calling the demon who’d tricked hersweet. Was she really quelled so easily? Perhaps they were right about her, about her desperation, her lack of restraint.
“Why do I get the feeling I’m not invited?” Rul asked, squeezing her tighter against his chest as if he were claiming her.
“I was hoping we could dine alone,” Bellinor said, still not quite making eye contact with her.
Rul tipped her chin up to face him, pressing a kiss to her lips, the smoky miasma of his presence enveloping her once more. She felt the expectant energy in the chaste touch, the anticipation pulsing just under the surface, but he pulled away a moment later with a big grin.
“Enjoy your meal, sweetheart.”
He slid out of the bed, gathering his clothes from the floor and ambling up to Bellinor fully nude.
“Take care of her,” he said, kissing him on the cheek.
He gave her a wink before sauntering out the door, leaving them alone. The silence was deafening, the room suddenly stifling as Rul’s easygoing energy left with him. When Bellinor didn’t make a move, she got out of bed, hurrying to her dress and sliding it back on. As she tightened the laces in back, she saw Bellinor eyeing her with a smirk.
“What?”
He cocked his head, though the smile didn’t leave his face.
“You continue to surprise me.”
She narrowed her eyes, brushing off the front of her dress.
“Oh? How so?”
“You’ve been here so short a time and you’re already giving in. So different from our normal toys.”
Her temper flared as it always seemed to do around this monster, and she settled her face into a glare.
“Would you rather me scream and fight?”
Bellinor was silent for a moment before striding over. His arms were tensed at his sides, like he was trying to control himself, a thought which exhilarated her more than frightened her.
A part of her wanted to push him until he gave her what she needed, the pleasant haziness of her time with Rul already fading, bringing back the feelings she didn’t wish to endure any longer.
“I do enjoy when you try to fight, but a willing toy is so much better.”
Arousal pooled in her center, the warmth spreading quickly though she tried to ignore it.
“You’re awful,” she said, pushing against his chest.
He gave her a look like she had surprised him, like she was his pet who’d just done something amusing. It infuriated her, even more so because she was less disturbed than she should have been about the foul things he said. The memory of running through the woods while the demon had chased her tingled her skin with illicit desire no matter how much she wished it didn’t.
“Did Rul give you what you needed?” he asked, ignoring her barb.
“What do you mean?”
Bellinor gripped her chin, running his thumb over her lips, still swollen from the use they’d gotten earlier.
“He’s an incubus. He knows exactly what people desire most and provides it for them. Did he fuck you adequately? Make that pretty little mind forget all of its troubles?”
She grabbed his arm, jerking his hand away from her face with a glower. Always so rude, and for what? What had she done to deserve this treatment?
“And what does he provide for you?” she asked, ignoring his prying questions.
Bellinor chuckled, though she could sense his discomfort and was pleased by the way he lacked an immediate retort. It took him a few moments to answer.
“Rul is an adequate companion.”
