Immortals After Dark 10 - Demon From the Dark

knew. They'd kept him for blood at some time before he'd fully matured. No wonder he was violent.
    Was that why he'd negotiated with her, when probably no other male in this entire realm would have? Because he'd known what it felt like to be powerless?
    At that moment, she hated the faceless vampire, or vampires, who'd hurt him, and she felt sympathy for the boy he'd been.
    He must have noticed the latter in her expression, because without a word, the proud demon turned to leave.
    But she didn't want him to. "Malkom, come back. Please ."
    He slowed and finally turned. With that calculating look in his eyes, he motioned for her bra.
    "You won't return until I take it off? Then I'll give you tit for tat." She raised her brows at his pants.
    He reached down to the leather ties hanging low on his waist. With a bob of his Adam's apple, he began unlacing them. Like he's nervous? The ruffian, wild-man demon was shy? Finished with the ties, he hesitated.
    She recalled the way his hand had shaken as he'd reached for her breasts. Maybe he hadn't been with a lot of women, or it'd been ages since he bedded one. Apparently females were nonexistent in these wastelands--
    The demon let his pants drop to the ground. The full length of his erection sprang free, and she gasped. Oh, my gods .
    Carrow felt the same way she had the first time she'd seen a penis in the flesh. Giddy. And she knew she'd forever be comparing any others to this one.
    Demon males were notoriously hung and customarily pierced down south, and this demon was no different. Aside from being almost uncomfortably large, he had four piercings--a sexy foursome of barbells climbing up his thick shaft. The metal gleamed in the low light, making her want to sigh.
    But his size . Avoiding intercourse with him had been wise. "Am thinking your file is too big for my computer to access, big guy," she absently muttered.
    That tattoo on his side snaked down his hip, all the way to his inner thigh, the design and placement intimate. Someone had lovingly inked him.
    She felt an unexpected flare of jealousy for the women who'd seen his tattoo. Had they traced it with tremulous fingers?
    Carrow wanted to follow it with her tongue.
    This sinfully gorgeous body and face had been hidden from the world. Malkom Slaine might be a demon non grata, but he was also a diamond in the rough, one that she couldn't wait to feel in her hands. She grew covetous of him, as if she'd just gone speculating in this mine and had hit the mother lode.
    When she could tear her gaze upward, she found his eyes were flickering over her face, observing her again, discerning her reaction. He was doing that "listening" thing, likely understanding her better than men who spoke her language.
    Once more, he swallowed. How she perceived him was obviously important to Slaine. Was he uncomfortable with his nudity around her? Demon cultures could be such a mix, masters and slaves all driven by sex, yet conservative with it. But she didn't want him uncomfortable.
    She cast him an admiring look. "Malkom ... fortis, " she said in a throaty voice. His erection pulsed, and the grim line of his lips eased somewhat.
    She played a dangerous game. "No sex?" He'd lose control when they had sex--she knew it. Or rather, if they had sex. And the likelihood of him going demonic, vampiric crazy--while brandishing the biggestD she'd ever seen--made her want to cross her legs tight.
    He growled, but eventually he nodded.
    Deciding to leave her thong on for any additional bargaining power she might need, she unclasped her bra and tossed it on the retaining wall. "Then come--"
    He was already on his way.

Chapter 17

    Do not look at the water; keep your eyes on her. Malkom gritted his teeth, refusing to think about the liquid wrapping around his legs, about how unnatural it felt. No, just look at those beautiful breasts.
    Gods, they were so pale and full, tipped with dusky pink nipples that were stiffening right before his eyes. He clenched and unclenched his fists as he thought about cupping those breasts, squeezing them....
    His cock bobbed painfully as he strode toward her. Once he stood before her, he dragged his gaze up to meet hers. Her sultry eyes were heavy-lidded, the irises like starbursts.
    She was desirous. Which meant she would have expectations of him that he doubted he could fulfill.
    Seduction. I do not know how to do this. Would she want to be kissed? 'Twas taboo among the Trothan demons.
    She probably thought he'd been