Devoured by Darkness (Guardians of Eternity #7)(42)

“They’ve been looking for me for a long time. And they aren’t alone.” She sent him a deliberate frown. “I could lead a freaking demon parade down Fifth Avenue.”

The truth of her words stirred his temper.

Logically he understood.

She was a dangerous mongrel that had been banned by the Commission. She was harboring some mysterious child that held the blood of the Dark Lord and the potential to bring the world to a crashing halt.

On top of it, she was a gorgeous, sensually alluring female who would cause every unmated demon in her vicinity to trail after her like dogs in heat.

Yeah, he got the whole parade thing, but it royally pissed him off.

“They can’t have you.” His hand stroked down her back, pressing her against his hardening c**k in a display of blatant male possession. “You’re mine now.”

Her eyes narrowed to dangerous slits, then, with one smooth motion she rolled him onto his back so she could perch on top of him.

“Yours?”

His hands clamped on her hips, potent heat spreading through him at her brazen challenge. “Mine.”

Deliberately she rubbed her sex along the granite length of his erection, smiling as a groan was wrenched from his throat. His fingers dug into her flesh. He’d never seen anything so beautiful as the sight of her poised above him, her cheeks flushed with desire and her expression one of defiance.

“Even in England the feudal system is long gone,” she warned, shifting until the tip of him barely penetrated her hot, slick channel. “Females are no longer property to be purchased and traded among the men folk.”

His hand skimmed up the arch of her back, urging her down so he could suckle one of her puckered ni**les. A voice in the back of his mind was whispering a warning at his endless craving for this female.

It was a voice that was easily drowned by the tidal wave of exquisite pleasure as she slowly impaled herself on his aching erection. Scorching heat blasted through him and his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

Shit.

Nothing should ever feel this good.

“Human laws have no meaning for a vampire,” he muttered, lashing the tip of her nipple with his tongue, careful not to break her skin with his fully erect fangs.

That business of claiming her as his own …

That was a little too close to the whole mating thing.

And while he might be deeply in lust, he wasn’t stupid enough to risk becoming permanently entangled with any woman, let alone one that was destined to get herself, and anyone standing next to her, in a shitload of trouble.

She rolled her hips, taking him even deeper. “What about the laws of common decency?”

He moaned, his hands shifting to frame her face so he could capture her lips in a branding kiss.

“I prefer indecency.”

She laughed softly, obviously pleased with her sexual power over him.

“I thought there was a plane waiting for us?”

He traced her lower lip with the tip of his tongue, his back arching as she rode him with a slow, deliberate pace.

“Victor will send word when it’s prepared for takeoff.”

She caught her breath as he lifted his hips to meet her downward stroke.

“Do they have coffins in first class?” she taunted.

“No, but I’m hoping they have tiny genie bottles for your comfort. I intend to devote the entire flight imagining you in a pair of those flimsy harem pants and tiny top sprawled on a round velvet divan.”

He growled in approval as her carnal pace quickened, her fingers scratching down his chest in punishment for his fantasy of I Dream of Jeannie.

But who could blame him?

She was a Jinn. What male wouldn’t imagine her locked in a conveniently portable bottle, dressed to seduce, and devoting her existence to waiting for him to conjure her?

“It will be a cold day in hell before you ever see me in harem pants,” she snarled, her back arching as her climax began to build.

His eyes smoldered with wicked promise, his tongue following the tantalizing shadow of her jugular vein.

“I can wait.”

Caine’s lair outside of Chicago had been abandoned for years, but thanks to the large fortune he’d paid the local coven the spells of illusion were still firmly intact, shrouding the two story brick farmhouse with a vision of a decaying barn. There were also a number of revulsion hexes planted around the yard to deter unwelcomed intruders, and a few curses for those who ignored the various “no trespassing” signs.

As a result, the house was as pristine as the day he had walked out and locked the door behind him.

Not even a cobweb dared to mar the perfection.

Caine had intended to collapse once he’d reached his most private home.

Over the past few days he’d played a dangerous game of chicken with the King of Weres, battled a zombie Were who’d used and abused him for years, and been killed by a demon lord who had rammed through him with the force of a nuclear blast.

And if that wasn’t enough, when he’d come back to life it was to realize that he was no longer a mere cur, but a full blooded Were and that he’d somehow become the default guardian for a genetically altered female Were who’d been held prisoner by the demon lord and was a priceless prophet. The rarest, most coveted creature in the world.

Yeah, no real shocker he needed some serious R and R.