Immortals After Dark 06 - Dark Desires After Dusk

one of his favorite fantasies always assailed him—the one of her wearing nothing but pearls and him riding her so hard that the strand bounced about her neck.
    And her skirt…When he’d watched her in the past, he hadn’t understood why she would wear such conservative tops, then such provocative skirts. Yes, they went past her knees, but they also stretched so enticingly over her ass.
    He’d finally figured it out. Holly didn’t realize how those expensive materials molded over her generous curves.
    Cade knew females liked to ask, “Does my ass look big in this?” But considering Holly as an example, he’d begun to suspect that women really couldn’t determine what their asses looked like.
    Oh, well. A question for the ages.
    “Ready?” he asked.
    She nodded, behaving as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened between them, while his balls were so blue he wondered if he’d ever get them back to rights.
    If she wanted to act like she hadn’t slowly licked her lips while her silver eyes were locked on his cock, he could play.
    So, we pretend….
    After he took the bags to the car, stuffing them in the trunk, he remembered to open her door for her— score one for the demon —but just when he was about to slide inside, she got out.
    “Oh, no, no,” she said, eyeing the floorboard on his side—which was full of wrappers and crushed cans of Red Bull. “We can’t start the drive out this way.”
    “It’s fine, Holls. I’ll dump the trash at the next gas station.”
    But she’d already retrieved her antibacterial wipes and crossed to his side, shooing him away. Setting out the wipes for afterward, she bent over in front of him to clear out the floorboard.
    And he had to shuffle his feet wide to keep from falling over.
    The skirt was so tight, he could discern she was definitely wearing one of those thongs. Mental note: Always leave trash on the floorboard.
    When she’d been getting ready earlier, he’d had only enough time to do one of two things in private: contort naked, digging for the bullet, or take matters in hand with his hard-on. As he gaped at her skirt molding to her heart-shaped ass, he concluded he’d chosen poorly with the bullet.
    He stifled a groan, beginning to pace back and forth.
    A human male strolled by, then did a double take at her. The bastard’s brows drew together with want.
    Cade bared his teeth. Don’t mangle the mortal! The human caught sight of him and wisely scurried away.
    Once Holly had deposited everything in the hotel’s trash bin, she used her wipes to eradicate innocent microorganisms.
    “Are we ready, pet?” His voice was so hoarse it made her frown.
    “What’s wrong with your voice? Are you getting sick?”
    He heard her asking the question, but his attention was already distracted. The evening was chilly, and her nipples were stiff under the beige sweater she wore. He absently answered, “Immortals never get sick.”
    She caught the direction of his stare, and her lips thinned. “Must you?”
    I must. “First day in the new bra, yeah?”
    As if calling on some inner well of reserve, she said in a long-suffering tone, “Yes, Cadeon, it is….”
    When they’d gotten on the road, she asked, “So tell me about the checkpoint. Who’s this Imatra woman? Do you know her?”
    “Not personally. She’s supposed to have been born of a sorcerer and a demoness, getting the strengths from both. Rumored to be a great beauty,” he added truthfully, gauging her reaction. There wasn’t a discernible one. “She owns a Lore tavern on the Mississippi River called the Sandbar.”
    “How cute .” Had her tone been cutting?
    Cade would be forced to take Holly with him there. The idea of leaving her vulnerable and alone in the hotel room was worse than what he expected at this bar. Besides, Groot’s followers patronized the place.
    Surely they wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize what the sorcerer wanted so badly….
    “And then at the Sandbar, we’ll get directions to another checkpoint?” When he nodded, she said, “Any idea where Groot’s could be?”
    “Some say it’s in the north.”
    “What is he like? I feel as though I’m off to see the wizard.”
    “He’s a blacksmith as well as a sorcerer, supposed to be able to enchant metal.”
    “Why so much trouble to get to him?”
    Stick to the truth. “My enemy Omort wants him dead. So Groot lives in constant hiding.”
    “Because Groot can forge a sword that can kill