Shadow's Seduction (The Dacians #2)(44)

Was it any wonder that Caspion longed for the respect of the Abaddonae? Or that the demon was dominant? He’d lacked power for so long that he now needed to wield it over a partner.

With that dream, Mirceo had taken his mate’s past inside him. In a way, he’d made that past his own. Nothing could ever break that bond. Yet for now, he would keep his new knowledge to himself. If Caspion learned Mirceo had seen his memory, he would grow furious.

Mirceo would add this secret to his others: You were once the subject of a wager, Caspion. And to get you in bed, I resorted to underhanded means. . . .

Where in the hells was the demon?

As Mirceo rose and yanked on his pants, he tried to piece together the fuzzy parts from last night. Hadn’t Caspion explored his body? Or had that been a sweet reverie? Maybe Mirceo had only dreamed the demon’s care.

No, the blankets still covered the windows. He traced to one, peeking past the material, wincing at the glare. Full day outside.

Where exactly am I? He spied a shell beach and sun-dappled, turquoise water. Movement at the shoreline caught his eye. Caspion.

He was rising from the waves, looking fresh from a swim. And I can’t join him. Though the light burned his gaze, Mirceo still stared.

He wished that Caspion as a pup could somehow have known he would grow into this proud, magnificent warrior.

Caspion waded shoreward past the breakers, water sluicing over his glorious naked body and bronzed skin. His flat, rose-colored nipples were hardened. From the chill water? The sea’s temperature had no effect on Caspion’s member. That semihard shaft swayed with each of his steps. The curls at the base gleamed gold in the light.

As Mirceo’s gaze lovingly took in every inch of that breathtaking body, he muttered to himself. “My mate’s a fucking god.”

I want him close always. I want to avenge his childhood pain. I want him in our bed, gazing down at me with those piercing eyes. I want his yells of pleasure ringing in my ears, and his blood heating my veins. . . .

But something was troubling the demon. Caspion’s shoulders were knotted, his lips a thin line. He disappeared from the beach; seconds later the shower in the bungalow bathroom began to run.

Mirceo contemplated joining him, but something about Caspion’s demeanor held him back. He turned from the window, his gaze flicking over the bag of coins on the bedstand—their bounty. Had Mirceo said or done something amiss during their night of celebration?

No. He rarely made mistakes. And whenever he did, others were eager to forgive him.

A short while later, the shower stopped. Caspion strode into the bedroom with a towel around his waist. He barely glanced at Mirceo.

“Demon, I . . .” I’m falling for you. I need to protect you always—

Caspion pushed past him without a word, then snagged a pair of jeans from a closet.

“What’s going on, sweetheart?”

That towel dropped, revealing the sun-kissed curves of the demon’s chiseled ass. Mirceo had to shuffle his feet to keep from falling over. Want to bite those mouthwatering cheeks . . .

Too soon, Caspion drew his pants up, buttoning the fly. He pulled on a black T-shirt, then faced Mirceo. “We need to talk.” His demeanor remained icy.

“What’s happened?”

“We are going to sort some things out.” He strode from the bedroom into the kitchen. Sitting down at the rough-hewn table, he waved to the other chair.

Mirceo sat. “Caspion, you can’t keep denying what you know is true. You know we’re mates.” Now the demon would rail that Mirceo wasn’t his, and the two of them would quarrel—

“I want you to leave.”

“Pardon?” Mirceo went cold. Damn it, they’d made strides yesterday! “What happened between the time I went to sleep and now?” Comprehension dawned. “You’ve accepted that I’m your mate, haven’t you?” The dynamics between them had shifted last night!

Caspion steepled his fingers, a contemplative gesture, but his dark claws had grown razor-sharp. His blue eyes flickered to obsidian and back. The demon was in turmoil, only feigning control. “I have.” At last! “Yet you will still leave. You’re going to take a century to do whatever you need to do. Don’t toe the line, don’t live within boundaries. Fuck anyone who tempts you and continue reveling with your hedonistic . . . friends. At the end of one hundred years, you and I will meet outside the castle in Abaddon. At that time, you will commit to me.”

Mirceo’s lips parted. “A century apart? Are you insane?”

“This is the only logical route.”

“Logical? Vampires are supposed to be logical, not claim-deprived demons.”

“I refuse to share my mate.”

Even in the midst of all the craziness Caspion was spouting, Mirceo loved how “my mate” sounded coming from the demon. “As do I. We will both be faithful.”

Caspion shook his head. “You’re not capable of that. At least, not yet. You’re too young, too rash, and too selfish. You and I met each other too soon.”

“If you know I’m your mate, then you know you can’t go that long without fulfilling your instinct to claim me. You’ll grow crazed.”

Caspion traced to his feet to pace, a muscle ticking in his jaw. “Let me worry about that.”

Mirceo stood as well. “I’m not agreeing to this. Forget it.”