Now, the demon wanted out, and it wanted him to claim her. Quickly, before Mace got in the way.
He growled softly, a warning to himself.Keep that demon restrained.
Then, slowly, so slowly, he lowered his head and kissed her, a light, controlled brush of the lips, but it ramped up his libido faster than if she’d been naked.
“It’s my little secret.” So secret, in fact, that he only practiced with Masumi.
“I love that about you,” she whispered against his lips. “Show me more.”
He’d show her anything she asked for. He’d crack his chest open and show her his heart if that’s what she wanted.
He twirled her around the room, their feet moving in sync as he held her close, his eyes locked on hers. She caught on quickly, and by the third song, they danced as if they’d been doing it forever.
They swung past the table, and without breaking stride, he swept uptheir glasses.
“To the future,” he murmured, tapping his glass against hers.
Take her. Bond with her now!
The primal need to make her his nearly made him stumble. He’d been hard from the moment she walked through the door, but now, his cock ached where it was pinned between their bodies but still not close enough to her.
As much as he didn’t want his private time with Scotty to end, if Mace didn’t get here soon—
There was a light tap at the door, and Blade was torn between being relieved and disappointed.
“Come in,” she called out, and Blade reluctantly pulled away from her.
As she greeted Mace, Blade poured another glass of champagne.
“Thanks, man.” Mace took the flute, looking uncomfortable as hell in gray slacks and an untucked, black button-down. Blade had always liked dressing up, but Mace was a jeans-and-T-shirt guy to the bone.
The music became unnaturally loud as they stood there, all kinds of awkwardness winging between them. Scotty fidgeted with her glass, Mace drained his, and Blade just concentrated on the growing need throbbing in his groin.
“Is this weird?” Mace asked. “Because it feels weird.”
Scotty laughed, though not a nervous laugh. It was genuine delight, and whatever anxiety Blade had felt for the last hour melted away.
“If it didn’t feel weird,” she said, “thatwould be weird.” Boldly, she set down her glass and swung around to them. “Do you guys remember what Dad taught us about handling an awkward situation?”
“Either extract yourself from it…” Blade began.
“…or confront it and take control before it getsoutof control,” Mace finished. “Also, bringing up your murder-machine of a father at this exact moment is not the sexy flex you might have been going for.”
She laughed again, and Blade revised his earlier thought about her being defenseless when it came to relationships. She’d just grabbed the reins of this one, and Blade would let her lead him anywhere.
“So, let’s confront this,” she said. “Battle plan. First, I take off Blade’s clothes. Then I take off Mace’s.” Crossing her arms over her chest, she looked at them in turn, practically daring them to argue. No, ma’am, that wasn’t going to happen. “Then you both strip me.”
Blade’s mouth went so dry he splashed more champagne into his glass and chugged it. “Then what?” he croaked.
“I’m guessing we’ll have figured it out by then.” Scotty came to him, her hips swinging, her hard nipples pressing against her top, and Blade was practically panting by the time she stopped in front of him and started on his shirt buttons.
He kicked off his shoes as she slid his shirt off his shoulders, her soft hands leaving tingles wherever they brushed his hypersensitive skin. When she got to his pants, a tremor of anticipation went through him, and he hissed when her knuckles brushed his shaft as she shoved the slacks and his boxers down his hips.
Slowly, she went down to her knees in front of him, and he was pretty sure the brush of her cheek against his cock on her way down was intentional. Clenching his fists at his sides, he waited for her to finish with his pants and socks. As she returned to her feet, her cheek caressed him again, and he had to bite back a groan of pure, hot lust.
Then, with a flirty grin, she repeated the ritual with Mace.
Amazingly, Blade didn’t feel even a shred of jealousy, not even when his inner demon demanded that he flip up her skirt and take her when she knelt to remove Mace’s pants.
