“Do you think of nothing but sex?”she asked me.
“I think about killing, too.”
Something like that would scare off most women—except the ones who said yes to me out of some weird fucking fetish, the sort who would have loved if I’d shown up with glowing eyes and covered in monster blood.Yun, however, didn’t so much as flinch.
“So you’re just a pervert, then?”
“Basically.Still, it’s not so bad.Think about it.You want to go skydiving?You want an expert.You want a fun time, you go find yourself a willing pervert—and, Flicker, I’m really fucking willing.”
She rolled her eyes, but that didn’t hide the reaction her body screamed loud and fucking clear.Every bit of her was a lewd come-and-get-it, even if she didn’t mean it to be.She leaned in, her tongue wetting her bottom lip, batting those long, pretty lashes of hers.Even her scent drew me in, promising something exquisite.Fuck, I wanted to lap at her cunt until we were both too tired to give a damn about anything else.I wanted her fingers wrapped in my hair, urging me forward, my arms curled around her thighs, around her hips, holding her still for my meal.
I’dneverfelt like this.
Lust?Sure.Usually because it was a way to quiet that unending hunger inside of me, but it was like wanting saltines because I didn’t want to throw up.This was deeper, more pointed, a ravenous need forher.
And just as my body moved, as I shifted forward to do what I was pretty fucking sure we both wanted, a hand came to rest on my shoulder, breaking the spell.
Fucking Carter.
If it were anyone else, I might have ignored them, but not Carter.That fucker was one of the few who could stop me—permanently—if I didn’t listen and fall in line.
I shuddered, wrangling control back from that precarious edge I teetered on.Right, I needed to stay focused.This was a long game, not a short one.
And given the way Yun stared at me, the way desire flickered in her eyes just like her new nickname, I knew the game would get me where I wanted, eventually.
Chapter Eighteen
Shear
I found the lust that poured from Ingram as repugnant as usual.He behaved like a bitch in heat, content to spend his life sniffing the asses of others just to pass the time.
After all these years by his side, however, I’d grown used to it.In fact, I had done far more than grown used to it, helping him at times when he was too far gone to seek out companionship.We all had our quirks, after all, and I had to admit to my own.If he put up with mine, I could ignore the way he eye-fucked everything that walked.
At least, I could because Carter had stepped in before he’d done anything more, before he’d crossed that line.
With my powers, I could sense the lust in Yun as well, as though written in scrawling letters across her face.
Ingram was always searching for the hidden, for the darkness inside people, but for me?There was no search.
I could read it, every emotion so plain, like a label on a bottle, telling me all I needed to know.
Without physical touch or eye contact or true effort, I couldn’t go deeper, couldn’t gain previous memories, couldn’t dig around, but those things required effort and energy.They exhausted me.
And more often than not, I’d rather avoid it anyway.I didn’t see any real reason to concern myself with the feelings or thoughts or memories of most people.Who cared what the cashier at the store had for breakfast or why the crossing guard hated the dark or any of the mundane nonsense that formed people’s fractured psyches?
It bored me.
Still, when I looked at Yun, I didn’t experience that nagging boredom.I didn’t want to retreat, to pull away, to get as far from this and her as possible.In fact, an odd desire urged me forward.
“Your turn,” Carter said after he got Ingram out of the seat—no small task, given the man’s reluctance.
The way all three had reacted so far had me curious about Yun’s guiding.
We’d experienced guiding plenty of times, and it had never mattered.It was much the same no matter who did it.
So why did Ingram and Kenyon act as though this were somehow special?
It felt like watching someone eat a chocolate chip cookie and marvel over how amazing it was, and me wondering how that version of someone so common could be that amazing.
