Now, if I thought I could sleep with him and he’d only accept that it was for release and nothing else like before, I’d be desperate enough to see if we fit. But we can’t, though the constant empty ache down below is beginning to piss me off.
He can tell.
Glaine tilts his head, looking down at me with a confused expression. Using his free hand, he gestures below. “Why would you require a false cock when I have one that’s meant only for you?”
I squeeze my thighs together at the reminder that he’s a virgin who would remedy that with me the second I give him the chance. “Why? Because plastic doesn’t get attached.”
He shakes the chains with the hand still holding mine. “We cannot be more attached.” His green eyes glimmer. “Unless, of course, you welcome my cock in your cunt.”
I can’t help it. I laugh. “When did you get so bold?”
His chest puffs up in pride that he was able to make me chuckle. “When I understood that my mate is no shy, coquettish mortal. She is equally bold and appreciates a male who tells her what it is he wants.”
“That’s never been your problem, Glaine. You’ve made it clear from the beginning what it is you want.”
“Very true,” he allows. “But in case you need the reminder, I am here to give it.”
The reminder that he’s dying to fuck me? Yup. I think I got the message on that one alright.
It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter how much he wants me, or how I’m growing more and more curious by the hour. It would be cruel to sleep with him, then turn around and leave. And since Glaine has promised me that we’re quickly approaching Nuit… if I’m lucky, I should be back in Manhattan by the end of the day.
I push down the slight pang of disappointment that hits me when I think that. It has to be coming from Glaine, right. I mean, I have to go home. I can’t just give up my whole life to have a fling with my demon kidnapper, especially since he’s definitely not the ‘fling’ type. He wants a forever mate. Full stop. He still thinks that’s me, and while having his essence has certainly shaken my belief that it can’t be possible… it doesn’t matter if it is.
I’m going home and nothing can change that.
Of course, those might just be my famous last words…
“Yeah, well, thanks for the other. And for helping take the edge off.” I flex my fingers again, our sign that I’m done with letting him hold my hand. “It helped.”
“I know something that will help more,” he says in a low voice.
I’m sure he does. “Thanks, but pass.”
He sighs. “It is for the best. My Billie is bold, but whether she minds if someone sees her with her male, I won’t stand for it. Her pleasure is for me alone.”
Huh? I’m about to ask him where that possessive edge came from when, suddenly, he points with his free hand.
For a heartbeat, I freeze. I see a shadowy figure in the distance and am immediately thrown back to the rogue demon stalking us. Only Glaine lifts his hand hi in a gesture of greeting, and the other figure matches it.
I look over at Glaine. “You know him?”
“Look over there, my Billie. Do you see how he has two pairs of horns?”
I squint. It’s hard to make out shadows on top of shadows, though I’m getting better, and it takes me a moment to see what he’s referring to.
“Uh. Yeah. I think so.”
“Only one demon in Nuit is a two-horn,” he explains. “That is Loki.”
Loki… excitement fills my chest. “The mage?”
He nods, nowhere near as excited as I am. “Yes. He must’ve used magic to sense our approach. That, or the doppelseers’ protection ended and he knew to expect us. Either way, just beyond those shadows is Nuit.”
We made it.
This time, I take Glaine’s hand instead of waiting for him to take mine. “Let’s go.”
If I thought Glaine is a grump, Loki is worse. He glares at me the entire time Glaine explains why we journeyed all this way to see him. It started when he glanced at our hands, noticing that we were connected, and it only got worse when he took in the chains.