Immortals After Dark 10 - Demon From the Dark

of getting herself and Ruby home?
    He was brutal in all ways. He'd thrown a freaking head at her. He'd bitten her, gorging himself on her blood.
    Could Carrow actually surrender herself to him, allowing him to claim her? The night before when he'd been in the throes, he'd broken her wrist in seconds.
    The idea of her body naked and defenseless for his use sent chills through her. Chills of fear . Only fear.
    There had to be another way to save Ruby without getting herself mauled by an abomination.
    When he began circling her, she pivoted to keep him in sight.
    Think, Carrow! There might be another option besides Slaine. She'd quickly encountered other denizens of this plane--perhaps more were nearby? Possibly less hostile than Asmodel's gang? She was on a hell plane with knowledge about a scheduled opening into a relative heaven --maybe she could tempt some demons to join her quest.
    She could tell them, Riches and territory can all be yours. Basically selling them lots in the burbs. Have you dreamed of a better life with your own backyard?
    The Order wanted her back at the portal with the vemon in tow? Then she could show with an army of plundering demons heaven-bent on a new life in paradise. We can take over the portal, the entire facility!
    If there was one thing Carrow excelled at, it was creating chaos. She would figure out a way to lose this freak for now, then give herself a day to find other demons.
    Growing impatient, he shoved out his hand again. "Alton, ara!"
    "Come, female?" She crossed her arms over her chest. "You expect me to go with you when you tore my neck with your bite! Should I just forget that you, you nutted on me?"
    She knew he couldn't understand her words, but it felt good to vent. "Remember that while you were all like"--she imitated his husky groan as he'd had his orgasm--"I was all like"--she whimpered and cradled her hand. "Do you understand me?"
    A glimmer in his blue eyes said he might.
    "So just stay the hell away from me!" She managed the smallest glow in her palms.
    He snarled at them.
    "I'm not afraid of you, demon." She straightened her shoulders and raised her chin.
    His growl faded and he frowned, taken aback by her reaction.
    Standoff. Then he made a play, presenting to her a potential game changer.
    Her canteen. He'd had it looped over his back, and now held it out to her with a calculating look in his eyes.
    "Give it to me." Instead, he uncapped it and took a swig. She rushed forward. "That's mine, demon." She made a grab for it, but he held it above her head. "Give it back!"
    He lowered it enough that she made a futile leap for it. "Oh, fine! What do you want from me?"
    Before she could retreat, he cupped the back of her neck, easing the canteen to just before her lips. Apparently, he wanted to hand-feed her the water.
    She didn't trust the demon, didn't like him. He was brutish, possibly a hardened murderer. She was tempted to tell him where he could shove that canteen, but she needed the contents too badly.
    Humans could die after three days without water--indoors. Carrow had been in hell for more than a day, mostly running, and she was feeling it.
    "Very well." She parted her lips, and he pressed the opening against them. Water flowed, hot and metallic. Never had she tasted anything as good.
    As she drank, she could feel the liquid already hitting her system, the effects washing over her with the force and speed of a drug rush. Her eyelids slid shut.
    Within moments, her headache and twinges ebbed.
    He drew the canteen away, but only to let her breathe for a second. "So good," she murmured.
    He hastily pressed it back to her lips. She peeked at him, saw how he stared at her, his gaze hooded. He was probably growing aroused by how greedily she hit that canteen.
    But she couldn't worry about that. Water ran down her chin and neck, wetting her halter over one of her breasts. Doesn't matter.
    What was wrong with her? She was being manipulated by a demon, was captive to his whims. He could bite her at any time. And I can barely keep my eyes open.
    He pulled it away much too soon, his eyes glued to her sodden top. He got a sinful look in his eyes ... then he poured water over her other breast. She jerked back, out of his hold, gasping, "Stop that!"
    In the middle of a place like this, purposely spilling water seemed extravagant and wicked. She couldn't contain a shiver, and her nipples hardened beneath her halter, right before his transfixed gaze.
    He gave a husky growl,