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He’s a demon. An incubus.
He could suck the life out of me.
Worse, I’m afraid I would beg him not to stop.
CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
He concentrates on washing himself. With his movements mechanical, he scours every trace of dirt and blood from his skin. When he stands in the bath, water streams down the chiseled angles of his body.
Including his cock.
“How long have you been hard?” I ask, my heartbeat pounding between my legs.
“Long enough.”
He steps from the tub, grabs a towel, and dries himself off. There’s nothing sexual about the way he does it, but his cock is still standing at attention.
Why is he fighting his desires?
“Rook.” I don’t know what else to say.
“Don’t tempt me,” he mutters.
Anger floods me with heat. “Don’t temptme. You’re the one who stripped naked and invited me into a bath with you.”
“A bath. Nothing more.”
I step out and towel myself off, roughly, until my skin turns pink and tender. Nothing can scrub away the shame that clings to me. When I glance at him, he’s buttoning those evil leather trousers that make his ass look so good.
Finally, I find the courage to whisper my fears. “Am I too monstrous?”
Rook freezes with his back to me. Then he flings aside his towel and advances on me as if he’s entering battle. His hand slides behind the nape of my neck and tightens in my hair, just hard enough to mix pleasure with pain, and it unleashes a cascade of shivers down my spine.
“You forget,” he says, in an intense murmur. “I’m also a monster.”
His mouth crashes down on mine. His tongue slides into me as if he owns me.
I gasp, startled, aroused beyond belief. His fangs nick my bottom lip. I’m trembling with unspent tension as he feeds. He sips at my lust as if savoring the taste of me. I brace myself against his bare chest, then slide my hand down his stomach and find his rock-hard cock, trapped beneath his leather trousers. He hisses through his teeth and jerks away from me as if I’m too hot to touch.
“Pyrah,” he says. “Wait.”
“Please.” It escapes me as a protest.
He releases my hair and retreats from me. When he looks at me, his eyes narrow, as if he detects some difference in the tension between us.
“Of course.” His voice is so deep, it’s subterranean. “I suspected as much.”
“Suspected what?”
“You’re in heat.” It isn’t a question.
My stomach plummets. How can he tell?
There’s no option except lying through my teeth. “You’re wrong.”
“I’m not.”
Since he isn’t backing down, I challenge him with my stare. “You must be manipulating me with your incubus powers.”
