“Six.” Tipping my chin up, he meets my gaze. “You can tell by the color of my eyes. By how much red they contain. A ring around the blue means I have a day or more before I am compromised. When they turn completely red, that is when you must worry.”
“They were red yesterday in the garage.” He’s still touching me. Still holding me, and dammit, I don’t want him to stop.
Twirling a thick curl around one of his fingers, he inhales deeply. “And then you kissed me.”
“You told me you could save our lives. I...had to. It was perfunctory.”
“All you had to do was let me siphon off some of your energy. Instead of a simple kiss, you practically threw yourself at me. It was...far beyond perfunctory.” Dipping his head, he brushes his lips to mine. “And most unforgettable.”
“It can’t ever happen again,” I breathe, and whatever magic was flowing between us vanishes in a heartbeat.
A chime sounds, followed by a short knock. Sin releases me, turns on his heel, and strides down the hall. After a brief exchange of male voices, the door shuts again. “Your clothing,” he says, dropping a bag on the floor at my feet before walking away.
And then I hear him start the shower. I’m so fucking turned on, I’m halfway down the hall before I stop myself. This has to be a side effect of letting him feed from me. I need to wash him off, figuratively and literally.
Each step causes Sin’s shirt to rub against my over-sensitized nipples. Would he notice if I got myself off in the shower? If I don’t, I’m not sure I’ll be able to concentrate at all today, and there are still two demons out there hunting people. In the guest bedroom, I spread out the clothing he bought, then catch sight of the clock on the nightstand.
It’s still early—not even 8:00 a.m.—and the distance between us, as short as it is, allows me to think. We were attacked around 5:00 last night and once we got back here, we never checked in with Commander Eve. Did anyone go to Loup Noir?
Rushing down the hall before I realize what I’m doing, I burst into Sin’s bathroom. He’s in the glass-walled shower, his dick in his hand, and his head thrown back as four separate jets spray his sculpted body. He’s too far gone to notice me, and like some invisible force has tied a rope around my waist, I take step after step closer.
He’s magnificent, and his moans of pleasure ratchet up my own arousal until he manages to form a word I can understand. “Zoe.”
Me. He’s fantasizing about me.
Like you aren’t doing the same damn thing right now.
The voice in my head—the one that always gets me into trouble—won’t shut up around him, and I wonder. Maybe if we gave in, just once, we’d get this out of our systems and could move on.
He says my name again as my robe falls to the floor, and from the size of the hard length in his hand and the speed of his thrusts, he’s close.
Mine. The word rips through my very soul, and at this moment, the only thing I care about in this entire fucking world is getting my hands on him.
I don’t bother stripping out of his shirt, just yank open the shower door and step inside.
* * *
Sin
I can almost feel her hands on me. Hear her voice tell meshewants to be the one to make me come.
Nothing and no one in my many centuries of life has ever made me feel like she does.
“Look at me, Sin.”
I almost lose my balance when I open my eyes. She’s here. Standing in front of me, soaking wet, with my shirt clinging to her slight curves. “What are you doing?” I can barely force the words out, but I need to know she wants this.
“Maybe…getting you out of my system. All I know is that I need you.” Her fingers twist in my wet hair, and she tugs to the point of pain as she pulls me down for a kiss. I cannot help it when her arousal nourishes me, but this is so much more than feeding.
With her free hand, she strokes my shaft, her thumb sliding over the head, and the feel of her…it is too much. “Zoe.... Fuck!” I shout and lose control, jerking my hips and spilling my seed over her fingers.
The energy she gives off is intoxicating, and within seconds, I’m hard again. My desperate, overwhelming need partially slaked, I can take my time. Ravish her in all the ways she deserves, and all the ways I dreamed of as she slept in my arms.
“This must go.” Buttons pop off the shirt, and the material shreds easily, leaving her exposed. So thin. So much pain and sorrow—more than one human lifetime should hold. And her scar. Even now, with her flushed pink from the hot water and her need, the raised skin almost glows.
There is magic inside her. An ability. And soon, we will explore it. But for now...
She weighs nothing and drapes her arms around my neck when I lift her, hit the shower knob with my elbow, and carry her, both of us dripping wet, to my bed.
