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No mage could do this. No love charm lasted for days. She wasn’t an HP who could plant suggestions into thoughts.
But shewasa vampire who captured his attention. One who made him want to divulge his darkest secrets.
The knowledge hit him with the force of a troll’s war hammer.
The electric contact.
The feeling of familiarity.
The desire which brought his cock to painful attention the first time he saw her and every time he thought of her since.
The need to merely see her features, touch her hair, have her scent calm his mind, his body.
She was the most dangerous being in the world.
Caro Kavenaugh was his mate.
CHAPTER7
While the silence grew in Mel’s conference room, Caro was fascinated by the play of emotions crossing Ryn’s features in micro-bursts. Annoyance. Anger. Surprise. Then her sensitive hearing caught his heart begin to beat double-time. All of those emotions registered in the time she’d take to triple tap an MP-5 submachinegun’s trigger.
He shook his head, somewhat like a dog shook off stress. What could be affecting him to make his heart rate elevate to this level?
His gaze flashed to hers. “Got sidetracked for a moment. I’d like your input on a matter.”
Why would he ask her for her opinion when he hadn’t seen her in three days and hadn’t even called upon her for assistance? For that matter, why did her shoulders relax in his proximity? Plus, the biggest question of all, why did her dead heart want to jump up and down like a toddler reaching for her first balloon?
She needed answers, so she pushed for the only one he could provide. “Why me? You barely know me.”
“And you barely know me, except to understand that we have similar interests. You agreed to help me should I request. I request now.”
Though he’d added a considerable amount of charm in his smile, when he put the request that way, she couldn’t gracefully back out. She owed a debt of honor, and she would repay—until he asked her to do something she didn’t want to do. The memory of the blindfold and his hands brushing the nape of her neck caused a flood of awareness to wash over her, just like she’d woken hot and demanding release each night since she’d last seen him.
Damn blindfold.
Her subconscious’s preoccupation with the dangerous demon set off klaxons even while her fingers itched to tunnel through his thick, wavy hair and her breasts grew tight with anticipation of his touch. Damn him.
“Very well. I will give you my opinion.”
He stepped closer, and she resisted the urge to retreat from the demon who stood a good ten inches taller than she. A half-smile graced his hard, kissable lips as he loomed. “You don’t sound…excited…about the prospect of spending time with me today.”
Perhaps he expected her to retreat? She gazed up with a defiant stare. “I had other plans. He might not be happy.” Not a lie. Shopping for a male betta fish for her new aquarium fit the definition of a plan.
His gaze narrowed to dark lasers, perhaps unhappy with her surly tone addressing a demon. “You can break them…for me.”
The low, rumbly, possessive tone with his last two words sent shivers spiraling through her, setting her body aflame. Suddenly, she recognized the danger in his proximity, how she leaned forward, iron to his lodestone.
She stopped herself from pivoting away from his nearness since the move would be an admission of weakness.Control yourself. Turn the tables.She laid her palm on his shirt, not silk this time but surprisingly a cotton t-shirt with a rock band’s logo. She dropped her gaze to where the connection picked up the strong beat of his heart, then peered at him through her lashes. “I said I’d go. In return, you can come with me to provide your opinion when we’re done.”
Was that a small flare of his nostrils? “What if I have plans?”
“You can break them…for me.” The breathy suggestion in her voice didn’t indicate she’d controlled herself. She must stop this madness.
Before she could move away, his hand covered hers and lifted her palm to his lips. His heated, dark gaze bored into hers as the barest hint of his tongue sensually caressed her sensitive skin.
Longing pooled in her belly, and her breath hitched. A hot fullness between her legs screamed for release and she shifted against him. She brushed against his hard, thick erection underneath his jeans, and she bit off a moan bubbling against her lips.
Ryn ceased his delicate torture and folded her fingers over her palm as if to seal in his presence.
