You’re going to need sex. And you’ll need it from me.
Scotty’s words rang through her ears in a loop she couldn’t stop. For three hours, they’d searched for an exit, and it didn’t matter if they were scaling treacherous inclines or crawling through claustrophobically narrow tunnels, her thoughts kept turning to the what-ifs.
What if they really had to do it? What if she hated it? Worse…what if she loved it?
Frustrated by the direction of her thoughts and the fact that they might as well be walking in circles, she stopped at a fork in the tunnel system.
“This is bullshit,” she said. “We haven’t found anything.”
Well, that wasn’t entirely true. They’d found bats, bones, and rotting corpses. They’d also dispatched three scavenger demons drawn by the wendigos’ malevolence.
Once, they’d caught a draft of cool air and followed it, sure they’d finally found a way out. Unfortunately, it turned out to be coming from a narrow gap in the rocks at the top of an unclimbable cliff.
Blade’s head swiveled from left to right, his nose flaring as he inhaled. “I smell fresh air from the right,” he said, his voice little more than a grunt. “Fresher than from the left, anyway.”
She turned to him, forcing herself not to look into his eyes. She knew better than to meet his gaze—or any Seminus demon’s gaze—when they were fighting their needs. Their species was literallydesigned to be sex machines, and everything about them was made to seduce females. From their hypnotic, color-changing eyes and perfect, muscular physiques, to the pheromones that drugged every female in close proximity, they were sex on a stick.
And with every passing hour, his needs became more urgent, and her ability to focus on anything but her growing arousal tanked.
“How are you doing?” She focused on his broad chest, the way it expanded and contracted with his deep breaths.
He had so many muscles. Hard, thick muscles that flexed beneath his form-fitting turtleneck.
Stop it.
“I don’t have much time.”
The way he said it, with a simmering, velvety undertone, rolled through her like a caress.
Ignore it. Shake it off.
“We’ll get out of here.” She clapped him playfully on the shoulder, and he hissed.
“Don’t,” he growled. Startled, her gaze flew up to his, and her breath caught at the liquid gold swirling in his eyes. Warmth bloomed inside her chest, spreading through her breasts, making them so sensitive that her nipples tingled at the slightest rasp of her bra. “Don’t touch me right now.”
She jerked her hand away, but the languid sense of arousal, the same as she’d felt with Mace, remained. “I’m sorry,” she croaked. “I just—”
“I know. Let’s go.”
He hurried down the tunnel, and she followed him as they wound through more narrow passages that sometimes forced them to crawl.
Man, he had a nice ass.
Stop. It!
Gritting her teeth, she concentrated on getting out. Not on his ass. Or his muscular legs. Or his powerful arms.
Gods, they had to get out of here.
Blade squeezed between the cave walls and waited as she easily slipped through and found herself in an open space, half of which was taken up by a shallow pool.
Her gaze lit on a canvas blob near the far edge of the pool. Could it be…?
Yes!
“My backpack! Yours might be nearby.” While Blade searched the area for his—please, please find it—she dug through her pack for the radio.She nearly shouted in excitement when she found it, intact and functioning.
Quickly, she sent a transmission to Jon and Skoll.
