At least you know it still works.
True. It’d been so long at this point, he had begun to wonder.
And that thought was still on his mind a few minutes later when Xyn returned as a faint whisper.
Laughing in his ear, she wrapped herself around him and teleported him from his shadows into a bedroom. “What are you doing?”
She left him to lock the door, then returned to stand in front of him. Biting her lip in a way that only further inflamed him, she ran her finger down his chest, raising chill bumps the whole way. “Can you still use your magick to conjure clothes?”
“Yeah.”
An evil grin broke across her face. “Good.”
Before he could ask her why she wanted to know, she ripped open his shirt from hem to neck and attacked him as if she were starving and he was the last steak at a banquet.
Urian couldn’t have been more floored had she set him on fire and used his balls for kindling. She ran her hands across his entire body while she licked and sucked his skin until he thought he’d go blind from it.
With her powers, she flipped him and tossed him onto the bed, then dissolved both their clothes.
Sucking his breath in, he surrendered himself completely to her fierce caresses. Never had a woman been so forceful with him. He loved it.
Xyn grazed Urian’s throat with her teeth and licked his whiskers, allowing them to prick at her tongue. “I’m so glad you followed me and the others here.”
He breathed against her ear as he tongued it and cupped her breast in his hand. His fingers toyed with her nipple in a way that had her wet and aching. “Oh, Xyn … how could I not? I’ve missed you so!”
She nipped his chin while she fisted her hands against his muscular back and pressed her bare body into his. Ah gah, his skin felt so good. She wanted to cry at the peace she experienced by exploring him again. It was truly Katateros.
And it was then that she realized what was missing. How could she have missed it?
Shocked and amazed, she pulled back to scowl at his chest. “Uri? Where’s your Daimon mark?”
He glanced down to where her hand rested over his heart. “I’m not a Daimon anymore. I was … fixed—” Not exactly the correct word, but he couldn’t think of anything better to use. “A long time ago.”
“You’re human?”
“No. I’m kind of unique.”
“But you don’t feed on souls?”
“Or blood.”
She let out a peculiar half laugh. “You eat food?”
“I do.”
Her eyes turned warm and adoring. “Oh, how I wish I’d been there the first time you ate to see your face.”
“You didn’t miss much. Other than a lot of cursing that followed the biting of my tongue.”
Xyn laughed for real then at the image she had of him trying to figure out how to chew when he’d never had to do so before. “My Urian.”
“That’s me. Ever brain damaged.”
“No. Definitely not.” She kissed him, reveling in the miracle that was her Daimon. “I could just eat you up.”
“I’m at your disposal.”
She shook her head at these words as she nibbled his neck. He let out such a sound of pleasure that it honestly startled her. “Are you okay?”
