Demon from the Dark (Immortals After Dark #10)(40)

Plus, the water had been mere inches from him.

Yet he’d battled for control of himself, because for some reason, her task had been important to her.

For his troubles, she’d gifted him with that view of her backside.

Now he yearned to touch those pale curves, but she’d removed herself into the water. There, she mimicked that she would wash him, too. He hadn’t agreed to this for himself. Yet look how he’d been rewarded for his cooperation so far! With her removing clothing and offering to clean him.

Her hands on him. Water on him.

He would smell like the vampires he’d hated. But she would like him better. To be close to her, could he enter the pool that continued to deepen?

He’d have to undress. When he removed his cuffs, she would see the bite scars, possibly recognizing the marks of a blood slave. The idea filled him with embarrassment.

Let alone stripping completely. ’Twas one thing for other males to see him naked. But a woman? He figured that in all his years a female or two must have—but he’d never known about it, and he surely hadn’t volunteered any glimpses of his body.

This one seemed to like the look of his countenance, gazing at him with unhidden approval, which mystified him. Perhaps she could be attracted to his body.

Would she undress completely? Show him those breasts he wanted to lick? Remove the silk triangle that covered her sex?

He pointed at her top, then made a couple of quick motions with his fingers.

With a breathless smile, she teased it up so slowly, displaying pink silk, wetted and clinging to her curves. The lace revealed more than it concealed.

His lips parted. The gods amused themselves with Malkom, giving him such a fine female.

Or could she be his justly earned reward . . . ?

For an extraordinary, fleeting moment, he actually felt like the luckiest male alive.



When Carrow drew off her halter, the demon’s gaze was searing on her, as palpable as a touch. Brows drawn as if in pain, he gave a low growl and absently palmed the rigid outline of his shaft.

Snagging the shampoo and soap, she beckoned him again with a curled forefinger. But he began pacing back and forth at the edge of the pool. She could see his expressions even more distinctly now, could see sweat beading his upper lip. Realization struck. He was afraid of getting in the water.

His phobia made sense. When would he ever have learned to swim or grow accustomed to large amounts of water?

“Okay, I guess I’ll enjoy this all by myself.” With just her undergarments on, she waded to the deeper center, dipping below the surface to soak herself completely. She made a big show of lathering her hair, giving a moan here and there as if her military generic shampoo were as orgasmic as a bottle of Herbal Essences.

More prowling.

Once she’d gotten the tangles out of her own hair, she meandered over to one of the still trickling ceiling streams to rinse the shampoo away. When she raised her face to the water and ran her hands over her belly and thighs, she picked up a riot of different emotions from him. One of which was . . . awe.

He gazed at her like he might have looked at his last sunrise.

At last, he trudged to the edge. She eagerly met him there, grasping one of his arms to draw free the laces on his leather cuffs. But that wary cast to his eyes returned. Again she thought, Thorn from a lion’s paw. “Trust me, demon.”

But he couldn’t trust her. Ultimately, she was going to betray him. Don’t think about it, just enjoy this time.

After removing the second cuff, she frowned. The skin on his wrists was marred with bite scars. Vampire bites.

For Loreans, scars only formed before immortality was reached in adulthood. And Carrow knew that sick Horde vampires enjoyed the blood of the young, thought it sweeter.

Had Slaine been a blood slave as a child?

She traced her forefinger over the marks. He wouldn’t meet her eyes, and she 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.