Page 55 of Craving Demons
“Your ah… Your power…” The muscles in his throat flexed as he struggled to get the words out.
Shit. I tried to rein it in again, breathing and concentrating on pushing my sexiness back down into my lady parts where it belonged, not floating around the room making others want to fuck like bunnies.
Come on. You can do this,I told myself, straining to get my power back under control, but this was the first time I’d tried to pull it back while I was completely turned on.
Heat billowed from my tingling flesh and another low growl rumbled in Fen’s chest.
Just pull it back. Just a little bit.
I squeezed my eyes shut, drawing all my attention inward and dragging that sexiness deep under my skin and into my core.
The room cooled, not much, but enough for Fen to release a heavy breath.
“Thank you,” he said and I opened my eyes to see him back to his usual far-too-sexy self. “I see you’re starting to get control over your aspect. I hardly noticed it when you arrived, and it seems better again now.”
“Yeah, sorry,” I said a bit sheepishly. “Your ‘I’m for dessert’ thing, got me all worked up and I lost control for a moment.”
“I’d love for you to lose control again,” he said, his aqua-blue eyes no longer seeming cool at all but simmering with intense heat. “Some time when we’re both wearing a lot less.”
Hell yeah!I could get behind that.
Does this mean we’re no longer off men?my horny self asked.
No, we’re still off men. But I get a few get-off men, remember? I was off men last night, but Grey still got his hand up my skirt.I wasn’t sure what I was trying to prove with that statement, but it definitely confused my horny self.Maybe I’m just off dicks.
Something about that rang true and I liked that thought. It had a solid dual meaning: no penises — for now, at least — and no men who were jerks.
“And when would you like to wear less… with me?” I asked, leaning over the table, squeezing the sides of my arms against my boobs, pushing them together as I drew a deep breath and thrust them out.
“Now,” he breathed. “I wasn’t really joking about wanting you for dessert.”
And the room got a lot warmer once again.
ANAIS
“Does that door lock?”I asked, looking at the entrance to the private dining room.
Finn grimaced. “No.”
“Your place or mine?” Though as soon as I said it, I hoped he didn’t choose mine. Reia was at school, but Donny would be rambling around.
He pursed his lips. “My place in the city is being renovated, and my castle in Yonkers is a half-hour away in good traffic.” Right. Yeah.Good trafficin New York was a mythical creature.
Also, did he just saycastle?
Fine then. “My place is closer, as long as you don’t mind my wacky uncle puttering around.”
Hopefully my uncle stayed in his room and didn’t notice any sounds we might make.
“I don’t mind,” he said. “And this way we’ll be there when Freyja shows up.”
Wait. What?
“You know about that?” How did he know about her visit? I doubted Ramsey would have said anything.
“She’s my sort-of grandmother, so, yeah,” he said, extending a hand to me and leading me out of the private dining room and into the hall.
“Why ‘sort-of’?” I’d heard that explanation too many times not to be curious.