Dark Desires After Dusk (Immortals After Dark #6)(54)

“I was jesting about that. Mainly. Almost totally.”

She glared.

“For the record, male Lorekind have higher opinions of females than human males do. The playing field’s more equal in our world.”

“Ha! I find it hard to believe that men who’ve lived for centuries—and might even be medieval—believe in equality more than a human male raised in the Madonna era.”

“The Lore is home of the Valkyrie, Furiae, Witches, and Sirenae. You underestimate females, and you find your balls nailed to the wall.”

As she digested that information, he said, “You’re not going to distract me from this. We had a deal.”

“Made under duress. Did you ever think that I might be morally opposed to watching pornography?”

He snorted. “You’re not the good girl you used to be. You get drunk and carouse with demons, sitting on their laps and giving them horn jobs in front of an audience. You went rock star on this poor mom-and-pop motel room. And just last night, you got me to show you my goods, though I was vulnerable and weak from a bullet wound.” He shook his head sadly. “Face it, Holly, you’re a bad girl.”

Her lips parted. Though his version of events was utterly skewed, the fact remained that all that had taken place to some degree.

He patted the bed so arrogantly. “I believe we had a date. Come on, this is just porn lite. If it costs six-ninety-nine, it’s lite. Ah, the things I could teach you, halfling.”

She gritted her teeth and sat on the bed as far away from him as possible. With her hands in her lap, she said, “Fine. I owe you one scene . . . .”

It started innocently enough. An attractive couple began undressing each other while kissing. I can handle this.

But her face flamed when they were naked and stroking each other between the legs. Her brows drew together at how hard they touched. Surely that would have to be painful . . . .

By the time the man entered the woman, Holly’s mouth was dry, her claws were curled, and she couldn’t seem to get enough air.

Her scrambled brain was screaming Turn away! Turn away now! Just when she forced herself to close her eyes, the demon said, “Ah-ah, Holly.”

She quickly faced him, and frowned. Cadeon hadn’t been watching the movie.

His gaze was rapt on her.

“You’re not even looking at it!”

“I’m a male—I’m going to watch whatever turns me on the most . . . .” As they stared at each other, moans, groans, and then finally yells sounded as the couple finished.

Once the scene had ended at last, Holly was wondering how she would ever be the same, but she refused to let him know how this had affected her.

“Well, that certainly was enlightening.” Feigning a yawn, she stood, heading for her room.

“You sure you don’t want to stay? Buxom Babes: Volume Eight is on after this.”

“I’m going to have to pass.” She closed and locked her door behind her, knowing that wouldn’t keep him out if he wanted in.

And right now, if the demon wanted in, would she truly want to keep him out?

She flattened herself against the wall, digging her curling claws into the wallpaper.





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Holly shot up in bed with a cry, clutching shredded sheets to her chest. She gazed around the room in confusion, surprised to discover what she’d just experienced was a dream.

The most erotic one she’d ever had. And yet it hadn’t sent her over the edge.

She’d dreamed that the sword fight had ended with Cadeon tossing her to the bed and stripping off her clothes, then his own. Like the man in the film, he’d guided his erection between her legs, then held himself above her on straightened arms with his muscles bulging.

Once he’d entered her, he’d worked his hips, slow at first, but gradually building speed and power, until he was plunging inside her like a piston. She’d grown closer and closer under the onslaught of his teeth-clattering thrusts . . . .

Then she’d awakened.

Need to go swimming. Must find a pool. But she was in the north, in winter!

Here she was in this vulnerable state, and a pornophile demon lay in wait in the next room. She clambered to her feet, snatching up the ruined sheets to stuff them under the bed with the rest of the items she’d destroyed.

After making up the coverlet, she hurried to the bathroom to take a freezing shower. Yet even after she was dressed, she was still shaking, her hand tremulous as she tried to brush her hair. She repeatedly attempted to effect her perfect chignon. And failed.

She couldn’t control her hair, her body, or her thoughts.

And the lightning firing outside seemed to mock her efforts.

*

Cade had woken, thrusting against the sheets, hard as rock for her.

The halfling’s going to be the death of me . . . .

With a groan, he rose, staggering to the bathroom for a steaming shower. Under the water, he recalled her reactions last night as she’d observed people having sex for the first time.

As her eyes had gradually grown wider, her breaths had shallowed, making her breasts rise and fall until his hands itched to knead them.

Leaning his head to rest on his forearm against the tile, he gripped himself and began to stroke.

Her nipples had jutted so temptingly beneath her sweater, begging for him to suck—