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Ishtar shot out of her seat and left the room in a blur of movement.
Azazel looked at Cain. “Did you really destroy everything in her bedchamber?”
“Right down to the last pair of socks,” confirmed Cain.
Inanna sighed. “She will be bawling her eyes out in no time at all. It might not seem like such a big deal to anyone else, but the collection she started so long ago truly was important to her. I would say you have made your point, Cain.”
Yes, so would he. “Let’s hope for her sake that I don’t have to make it again.”
*
Wynter placed the herbal talisman beneath the pillow on what had become her side of Cain’s bed. Anabel and Delilah had helped her create it, their knowledge of herbs and potions better than her own. Together, the three of them had also created talismans for the entire coven.
Also, Delilah had placed a protective spell on their consciousness for added insurance—it essentially thickened their natural mental barriers. The spell would wear off quickly, but it could easily be repeated each day. Wynter wasn’t taking chances that Saul wouldn’t think to strike at her through them.
“Are you sure it will work?” asked Cain as he began to unbutton his shirt.
Her gaze dropped to his chest. She let herself enjoy the show as all that sleek tattooed skin stretched over hard muscle was bared to her view. Damn if her blood didn’t heat. Her body was so totally easy for him. “Absolutely positive,” she finally replied. “Both Anabel and Delilah agreed.”
“I would imagine your coven didn’t take the news of Saul’s attack well.”
“They lost their shit in an epic fashion.” She’d imagine that Ishtar had done the same after discovering that all her stuff in her chamber was destroyed. Ha. Wynter didn’t say as much, though. She didn’t want to talk about that bitch tonight. “You’re certain that he has no chance of hijacking your dream?”
Cain slipped off his shirt and let it drop to the floor. “He’d never manage to invade the consciousness of an Ancient.”
Taking him at his word, she said, “Okay. I really hope we can move on from this topic now, then, ’cause I’m a little busy objectifying you.”
He let out a chuckle that rumbled with pure male satisfaction. “As it’s you, I’ll let it pass.”
As she watched him undress, Wynter stripped herself down to her panties. She grabbed the waistband of her underwear, ready to slip them down her legs, but then he shook his head.
“I like to unwrap my own gifts,” he told her, gorgeously naked, his dick standing to attention. “Turn around.” It wasn’t anything close to a request. It was a clear directive that rang with dominance and authority.
She turned. “Dude, you’re making my hormones swoon.”
He chuckled again, pressing the front of his warm, powerful body against her back. His cock dug into her, hot and hard. “Good to know.” He slipped his hands down her sides and dipped only his fingertips inside the waistband of her panties. “Have you given any more thought to the request I made of you a few days ago?”
She double-blinked, having not expected him to raise the subject at such a moment. She should have. He liked to catch her off-guard. “You say it so casually, like you asked if I’d give you a key to my house. You want full rights to my soul.”
“I want the surety that Kali can’t take you from me,” he said, keeping his fingertips just inside her panties as he moved his hands to her front.
“Which amounts to the same thing.” She watched as he very slowly slid one hand fully into her panties and gently palmed her pussy. She swallowed, feeling herself begin to go damp. “I need more time to think about it.”
“Hmm.” He scraped his teeth over her shoulder. “Have you been thinking about it? Or have you set it aside?”
“I have thought about it, it’s just . . . It isn’t merely a none-too-simple case of deciding whether I want to sell you my soul. There are other things to consider.”
“Such as?” he prompted, closing his free hand around her breast.
She drew in a sharp breath and arched into him. He didn’t play with her breast, just as he didn’t stroke her pussy. He simply rested his hands where they were, bold and possessive.
“Immortality doesn’t merely stop a person from aging,” she said. “It causes certain changes when it sets into their cells. It mostly makes people physically stronger and all that jazz. I don’t know what impact immortality would have on a revenant, or if it would affect the monster I host.” She’d asked Kali, but the deity hadn’t come to her in a dream to talk, or in any other way responded.
“Immortality can cause some changes,” he conceded. “But it never weakens people. I don’t foresee it stripping you of any of your revenant-based abilities. As for your monster . . . I don’t think it would be affected. It isn’t integrated into your cells. It’s an independent entity. It could use an immortal as a vessel just as easily as it can use a mortal.”
She gasped as he thumbed her taut nipple. “There are things I haven’t yet told you. What if you don’t like what you hear?”
He pressed a lingering kiss to her neck. “Then I won’t like it. But I’ll still want you.”
