“You have a big presence in a tiny body.” He kissed her, taking his time, making her head spin. “Your sense of duty and loyalty intrigue me as well.”
She ran her hands down his flanks. “You’re just as loyal as I am, but you don’t like to admit it.”
He frowned. “I’d do anything for my family.”
“What about your people?” She saw beneath his anger and hurt, and it was time he did as well. “You care about them and want the war to end.”
“Of course, but I’m not a demon.”
She lifted her head and kissed him again. “Then what are you?”
He frowned. “Yours.” His shaft pulsed inside her, a constant reminder of his strength and masculinity.
She inhaled through her nose, trying to concentrate. “You’re also theirs, and if Suri is as crazy as he seems, the demon people need you. There’s nobody else.”
“Don’t talk to me about fate, baby,” he whispered, sliding out and then back in.
Her eyes wanted to roll back in her head from the devastating friction, so she blinked to concentrate. In about two seconds, she was going to beg him to move. For now, she needed to get her point across. “Screw fate.” She gasped as he slid out and then back in. “I’m talking about loyalty to people and duty. That you have to choose.”
He leaned down and nipped her lips with his. “The demons aren’t my people.”
“You’re part demon, like it or not. And who else do they have?” She leaned up and kissed him hard.
“Enough talking.” He started to move. Slowly at first, with long desperate drags. Then faster.
Flash fire uncoiled inside her, and she tried to climb the cliff just to fall over. Definitely enough talking. He either understood her or he didn’t. For now, her body completely took over. “Harder,” she moaned.
He reached under her to clasp her chest against his and started thrusting deep. Hard and deep.
She shut her eyes, lost in the incredible sensations.
A tiny explosion rocked inside her, and then the world blew up. She arched into him, crying out his name, pleasure capturing her and throwing her back into Zane’s body. He growled her name, grinding against her as he came. Finally, the pummeling waves lulled, and she flopped back onto the bed, her body satiated.
Her hands shaking, she pushed his hair away from his damp face. The guy was a throwback who needed to learn how strong she was, who had to learn to trust her to take care of herself. She could teach him. For now, all she could do was feel and have faith. “I love you, Zane Kyllwood.”
Chapter 21
Zane paced the large conference room, an itch of warning tingling down his back. Sam sat at the conference table with Dage, Talen, Moira and Simone, who represented the witch nation. Nick Veis leaned against the wall by the door, staring at Simone, who pointedly ignored him.
The damn place was overrun with witches and vampires.
Moira Dunne Kayrs sneezed. The witch was pale compared to her cousin.
Zane wondered again if witches sneezed when irritated. Shrugging off the question, his gaze focused on the map projected across the entire wall. Several demon landholdings and outposts were marked . . . but even more were absent. “What do you want, King?” he asked.
Talen answered for his brother. “We want it all. Finish the map for us.”
Zane’s mind whirled. While Suri was an asshole who deserved to die, the demons were still his people. His shoulders straightened and he stood taller as the mantle of responsibility nearly knocked him on his ass. “No.”
His brother lifted his head in a subtle acknowledgment of support. Sam always supported him.
Nick Veis smiled wide, lacking anything subtle. “Good to hear.”
Dage rested his elbows on the table. “I thought we decided to be allies.”
“We did.” Zane kept an eye on the witches in case one of them started throwing plasma balls. He’d been burned once, years ago, and he still had the scar.
Talen leaned back in his chair. “So give us the Intel, and we’ll take them out. That’s what allies do.”
