Page 57 of Bond of Passion

Doesn’t matter. Doesn’t matter how you get him to the trap as long as he steps inside.

His finger curled upward, hitting that intimate place—

The door swung open, and Tavin wheeled around with a feral snarl. He tucked her protectively—possessively—behind him. “Get out.”

Panting, clinging to Tavin’s shoulders, Deja blinked at the doctor. She’d forgotten about her. Tavin did that, made her forget everything existed but him.

“Easy.” The doctor held up her hands. She gave Deja a pointed, concerned look, but at Deja’s I’m-okay nod, Sleeva strode over like a model going down a runway in lingerie.

“I can transfer some healing energy to you,” she said. “And you will transfer it to him. It’s not nearly as much as he needs, but it’s better than nothing.”

“Why can’t you just transfer it to him?”

Her long lashes cast shadows on her decadently smooth, dark skin as she moved in sinuous strides ever closer. “This…is a gift among the females of my people. It’s used to fill another female with life force to make them temporarily stronger. It doesn’t heal the one who carries it, but it can be freely given to heal another.” Sleeva stopped an arm’s length away. “Do you consent?”

“Yes.” Deja sounded needy and breathless, but in that moment, she didn’t care. All around her, the air crackled with an erotic tempest as the energy between the succubus and Tavin, an incubus, collided. All Deja wanted at that moment was to feel the lightning strike.

The succubus stepped around Tavin, gripped Deja’s hair, and closed her mouth over hers. Surprise left Deja off balance, but Sleeva tugged her against her, once again filling her with hunger. Sleeva’s tangy, almost floral essence filled her mouth and coated her tongue, and the hunger became insatiable, concentrating in her breasts and between her legs.

Sleevadeepened the kiss, increasing the pressure until Deja moaned, a sound of desperation that only eased as Tavin came up behind her. Losing herself to sensation, she moaned again as he skimmed the back of her neck with his teeth and ground his rigid length against her.

“She’s mine,” he growled against her skin, and Deja could practically taste the crackling tension between the two sex demons on her tongue.

“I know, Sem. I’m no threat to either of you.” Sleeva’s wary gaze locked on Tavin as she slowly reached between Deja’s legs, her caress light and fleeting. Maddening. “My breasts,” she whispered to Deja, “touch them now.”

Deja was panting as she slid her hand up the other female’s abs. Up, up, until she cupped Sleeva’s firm breast. The demon cried out and arched, grinding against Deja’s thigh as Tavin moved behind her, rocking his erection against her ass.

A whirlwind of sensation scrambled Deja’s thoughts as Sleeva cried out again, this time throwing back her head as she went rigid. A flood of electric energy blasted through Deja like a shockwave, triggering a tsunami of ecstasy. The pleasure was a full-body phenomenon, as if every inch of her skin were connected to one inflamed, erotic nerve.

Where Tavin touched her, the bliss was like fire, scorching and uncompromising. Where Sleeva touched her, it was luscious and exquisite, like drowning in pleasure versus being consumed by it.

And in the chasm between the two feelings where the storm fronts met in a violent thunderclap, Deja was swept away by the force of it all.

At some point, Sleeva pulled back, and with a gentle brush of her fingers across Deja’s cheek, she stepped away. “There may be…side effects,” she said in a breathy, languid voice. “Call if either of you want to take me up on a full session.”

Grateful for the way Tavin had wrapped his arms around her to keep her steady, Deja nodded. The succubus left, taking her tsunami-like energy with her. But instead of calm, the air crackled even hotter with a different force, a firestorm of need and lust and desperation.

Tavin didn’t even give her a chance to catch her breath before he spun her around and plunged his hand inside her boxers. His eyes held hers as he slid two fingers inside her slick channel.

“Now,” he growled, bringing her to another violent, life-altering climax, “you’re all mine.”

Yes. Yes, yes, yes. Revenge could wait.

“Say it,” he said. His thumb circled her clit and then pressed, triggering another release. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” she shouted. “I’m yours!”

For now.

And now was all they had.