Immortals After Dark 06 - Dark Desires After Dusk

that, Holly! “You admit to it?”
    “You don’t?” he asked.
    “No, I don’t….” She trailed off, that haze beginning to suffuse her mind.
    As she stared, his breaths grew harsh, and his shaft distended under the towel even more. “You keep watching me like this, and my leg’s not going to be the only thing aching.” Their eyes met. “You’ve never seen a male aroused, have you?” he asked softly, with seeming tenderness in his tone. As if she’d charmed him.
    Holly had caught maybe one or two stolen glimpses, but she’d never had sustained viewing. She couldn’t, else she risked a loss of control. So why couldn’t she turn away now?
    She had for so long before…
    With his hand at the edge of the towel, he said, “Do you want this off of me?”
    She was shaking, she wanted it so badly. “Why would I?” Impulses were riding her hard.
    “So you can see. You’ve got to be curious.”
    He took her hand. At first she thought he was going to place it on his shaft, and didn’t know how she felt about that.
    Instead, he put it at the edge of the towel. “Pull it off, Holly. Take a look. You don’t have to do anything else.”
    One look. What would it hurt? Her curiosity goaded her. With a swallow, she tugged the towel loose. “That’s it.” His voice was husky, mesmerizing.
    Once she’d uncovered his erection, it jerked as if excited to have her eyes on it. She stared, transfixed.
    “Look all you like.” He drew his knee up to give her a better view. “Or do you want to touch it?”
    She did! So much. Her fingers itched to explore his length.
    What would that smooth skin feel like? Earlier, she’d imagined sliding down his shaft, but hadn’t known how to truly envision it.
    Now she did.
    I wonder what it would taste like? She flushed at her thoughts.
    As her shaking hand reached forward, his stomach muscles clenched in sharp ridges.
    When his erection pulsed again, a bead of moisture arose on the broad head. He gave a low groan, as if that had felt incredible.
    How fascinating….
    She would rub the pad of her forefinger there and see how he liked that. Inches away…about to feel it—
    Out of the corner of her vision, she spied his hand oh-so-subtly slipping toward her.
    Comprehension hit.
    The demon had baited a trap for her, using his erection as a lure for a gullible female.
    She snatched her hand back as if from a flame, breaking her stare to meet his gaze. His eyes were growing black, yet somehow glowing. His horns were bigger and duskier than normal. His fangs were longer.
    Oh, yes, this was clearly all about her—her curiosity . How could she be so naïve?
    The demon was systematically breaking down her barriers. The dark side, lulling her, drawing her away. Everything was conspiring against her efforts.
    Lulling me from what I know, from where I want to be…
    Now she understood his words from earlier. He’d gotten further with her than he’d expected, and believed he’d get even further next time.
    What was so bad—he probably would. And that made her fearful. If only she weren’t so attracted to him, then she’d be safe. She’d never go into the shadows with him.
    Reasoning trail: No demon, no temptation, no thinking about going to the dark side.
    He planned to wear her down? “Cadeon, I believe you want services that aren’t included.” She stood, heading for the bathroom. Over her shoulder, she said, “But best of luck with that bullet.”

17
    W hen Holly emerged from the bathroom, dressed and ready for the drive, he’d still been battling his hard-on, scarcely able to haul jeans over his aching shaft.
    It was probably a good thing that she hadn’t put her hand on it before—because by that point, a weak breeze would’ve instantaneously set him off.
    He’d been so close that he’d even given up a drop of semen, which had never happened before, a maddening glimpse of what spilling his seed would feel like.
    Even digging out that bullet by himself hadn’t put a dent in his need. His kind required release multiple times a day, or they were more prone to go into a rage state. For her sake, he’d have to take matters in hand soon.
    Now, to see her with pink cheeks, dressed for in her smart clothes…He raked his gaze over her, as ever finding her effortlessly sexy.
    Her heels weren’t stilettos, but the way the thin straps hugged her trim ankles was arousing to him. The mere sight of her pearls could pain him, because whenever she ran them against her lips,