Dark Desires After Dusk (Immortals After Dark #6)(39)

Had she liked what he’d shown her? He’d been proud for her to see him hard, loving the feel of her gaze on his shaft, hoping to tempt her hands to it. And she’d been so close to touching him.

He knew he hadn’t been on his best behavior at the hotel. But when she’d been talking to that tosser, Cade had been overcome with jealousy.

He tried to remember the last time he’d been so envious. Probably when the Lykae Bowen MacRieve had found his mate. Intense rivals, both Bowen and Cade had gone centuries without finding their females. Then the Lykae had gotten his in a pretty, funny witch—the one Cade had made a lackluster run at.

Now Cade had found his own female in a brilliant, stunning Valkyrie, who was so confident she made him speechless at times.

But she was one he couldn’t keep.

Another rapid bout of typing came, with another glare at her computer screen.

“Has anyone ever told you you’re sexy as hell when you’re mathematizing?”

She sighed, closing her laptop and removing her glasses. “Is sex all you think about?”

“It is when I’m in sore need of it. My kind need it three or four times on a regular day. And then after what happened between us earlier . . . ? You’ve got to be feeling the aftereffects, too.”

“Hardly.”

“Admit it. We had a moment.” Though they hadn’t even touched, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d experienced anything so heated.

“It wouldn’t matter if we did. I can control my baser urges.”

“You said you didn’t work things out for yourself. Which I know is a lie—”

“It is not!”

“It has to be,” he said. “Otherwise the lust would just build and build.”

“You’re going to keep at this until I answer.”

“You’re beginning to understand me.”

“No, I refuse this,” she said, shaking her head. “We’re simply not talking about this.”

“Then talk about something else. You’re due for a break from your work, and I need a distraction to take my mind from my aching thigh. Some Valkyrie refused to aid me in my distress.”

“You deserved that.”

“Probably,” he allowed.

“Very well. What do you do as a mercenary?”

“I specialize in usurping thrones. They call me the kingmaker.” Bragging now?

“Then you’re an insurrectionist.”

“You’re assuming that I’m taking thrones from their rightful owners.”

She gave a nod in his direction, as if conceding his point.

“But mainly, I fight wars. The Lore is a violent place, good for business,” he said, then snapped his fingers. “Oh, wait, I almost forgot . . . you’re a pacifist.”

“That’s not a bad word.”

“It is when you’re in the war industry.”

She quirked a brow. Then seeming begrudgingly curious about his job, she asked, “How did you become a mercenary?

“I’d trained as a soldier to fight Omort.” At nineteen, Cade had been thrown into a brutal training regime among Rydstrom’s soldiers—who all despised him. For months, Cade had gotten his ass handed to him. Finally he’d learned he had to become faster, stronger, better than any demon in the army.

Ultimately, he had been, and people had taken notice. “In idle times between campaigns, I got offered some jobs.” As Omort grew more powerful, crushing revolt after revolt, there’d been more idle times than not. “I had some success, and it snowballed. I’ve got a crew of forty-five under my command.”

“All demons?”

“Mostly,” he said.

“Do you discriminate against non-demons?” she asked.

“We don’t discriminate. As long as the applicant is vicious, has killed before, and is willing to do so again, he’s hirable.”

“And how many women are currently in your crew?” she asked pleasantly.

“I walked right into that one, didn’t I?” he said, but she merely raised her eyebrows, awaiting his answer. “No females have applied. Much. Hardly any at all. Hey, if you stay Valkyrie, I’ll hire you. The PhD mercenary.”

“That’d be a waste of study.”

He grew still. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It just seems like your occupation would utilize more brawn than brain.”

“So the bigger your biceps, the better your military strategy and battle tactics? Is that what you think?”

She studied his face. “You’re sensitive about this.”

“What? I’m not bloody sensitive,” he said, but his tone was gruff. “Back to you. You told N?x that you were one code away from getting your PhD. What kind of code?”

“It’s complicated.”

Did she think he couldn’t even follow along? That made his hackles rise. “The big, dumb demon has been known to understand a few things over his thousand years of life.”

She gave him another studying look, as if he’d just proven her theory. “You really want to hear about my project?” When he nodded, she said, “I call it barbed code. I intend for it to be used in the private sector in computer applications to protect proprietary data. Eighty-five percent of all companies have reported data loss due to hacking or unauthorized access.”