Immortals After Dark 07 - Kiss of a Demon King

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    "I thought you'd sworn off sex."
    "I'm going to give it a second go," Sabine said as she donned a top that had metal cups shaped like actual paws, with claws flared. Knowing the demon would like it, she laced up the leather ties on the sides.
    "You're softening toward Rydstrom, aren't you? Can you look me in the eyes and tell me you feel nothing for him?"
    "Lanthe, you know perfectly well that I could look you in the eyes and lie," she said. "But I won't. Honestly, I'm drawn to him."
    Sabine's head had been filled with thoughts of him. She craved his warmth against her body, his scent surrounding her. She'd lain in bed, staring at the ceiling as sea breezes rushed in, wondering what it would be like with him here in her bed. Could he touch her slowly at first?
    "1 keep thinking of him as my husband. It's silly that a few words should affect me like that, but the idea makes me possessive of him."
    "You don't seem too broken up about having to bed him again."
    "Upon further reflection, I've realized it wasn't all bad." The time leading up to the pain had been incredible. She wanted more of that excitement, was aching for it. She was a born hedonist, a Sorceri who craved her pleasures. The demon could give them to her.
    Last night, she'd woken to a chimera of Rydstrom slipping into bed with her, that intent look in his eyes and handcuffs dangling from his fist....
    "The demon Cadeon is still going strong?" Lanthe asked.
    Sabine gave herself an inward shake. "From what I understand, he had four checkpoints to get through, and he and the Vessel have already completed three." She settled a new headdress over her plaits, clasping the back of it to her collar. "But even if he gets the sword, he'll never get close enough to use it."
    "We could. If given the chance, could you personally take Omortout?"
    Sabine's eyes went cold. "In a heartbeat." She smoothed her finest metal fishnet hose up to her thighs, securing them in place with tight leather garters. Then she covered much of the hose with wicked steel-toed boots that climbed up past her knees.
    "You still won't consider uniting with the rage demons?"
    Sabine shook her head. "Omort would kill us before we even had a chance. How quickly we forget his power." Over her short skirt, she draped a belt hung with a dozen blue-gold tassels.
    "Besides, if we united with them, we'd have to turn around and kill them." When Lanthe raised her brows, Sabine said, "Or we'd be out a castle. And I'm not keen on sharing."
    "Not even with your husband?"
    There was that word again. She hesitated, then said, "Think of what Rydstrom would demand from us - obedience, lawfulness. Yes, it would be better than with Omort. But it couldn't be better than if we ruled."
    "That's true." Lanthe rose to head back to her room. "Try to get some information tonight.
    Maybe they have a plan of their own."
    "I'll see what 1 can find out." After Lanthe left, Sabine finished at the dresser, drawing her face paint in blurred streaks of black and gray that covered her eyes and fanned out toward her temples.
    She checked her reflection. Was she alluring enough to tempt him from his certain ire? The mirror said yes.
    But then she had the most startling thought. More of an impulse, really. And one she readily checked. She gave a nervous laugh, glancing around the room.
    For a second there, she'd thought about telling him she was ... sorry.
    Though he burned with rage toward her, Rydstrom wanted her with him.
    Being separated from her like this wasn't natural-it went contrary to his demon instinct.
    He hungered to have his mark on her, his scent on her skin. He needed to run his horns all over her.

    His fists clenched. Damn it, when will she return to me?
    A male materialized in his cell. Lothaire. Kill.
    "Don't look at me like you'll rip my throat out," the vampire said in accented English. "I can aid your
    escape." He held up a key in one hand and a pack in the other. "Your freedom. And supplies.
    I can trace you to Grave Realm, but not off-plane."
    "Why aid me?" Rydstrom demanded, wondering what his game was.
    "I want something from you. You'd have to make a vow to me."
    "A vow to do what?"
    Lothaire said, "When I ask you for something in the future, no matter what it is, you must give it to me."
    -Fuck-off."
    "Think about it. Your options are limited at present."
    They were. And in his current state, Rydstrom couldn't think of anything that Lothaire could ask for that would be worse than what he'd