Page 76 of Mated
The quiet stretches. He lifts the hem of his shirt and pulls down the waistband of his jeans, flashing strong, but lean hip bones and dark marks like tattoos over his pubic bone.
“I’m sterile.” The words are carefully empty, and his eyes are dull. Like it doesn’t mean a damn thing to him.
I stare. “Why are you telling me that?”
He shifts his clothes back into place. “I like the kitten. She’s feisty.” My hands ball into fists. “But you know that’s about it with me,” he says, shrugging. “I won’t catch feelings or try to take her. She’s not my type.”
I rock back.
“But I can help keep her comfortable, either through my magick or my body if you need it.”
The offer hangs in the air between us, and I can only watch him as something in my gut loosens.
Though I doubt I will take him up on it, especially not without explaining everything to Nisha, the offer is surprisingly selfless for a demon.
For Caine.
“What’s in it for you?” I ask.
His red eyes roll. “Sex is my food, cat. That is all I need.”
I dip my head. “I don’t know that Nisha would go for it, but—”
“Tanner?”
Nisha’s rasping cry rips through the air.
I swear and run past Caine. My bare feet hit the gravel and I slide, but make it to her porch within beats of her already pounding heart.
My body fills the doorway as she starts to climb from the bed, her nude frame made from so much lean muscle and womanly curves.
“Nisha?”
Her eyes glow a soft gold in the low lights and her whole face is flushed. Feverish.
A low whimper seems to rip from her chest. “Hurts,” she says, spearing me with the pain in her gaze.
I move across the floor and crouch before her. “What does?”
She winces. “Everything.”
My gut knots, but I grip her slim thighs and knead them as gently as I can. “It’s the heat.”
“Sucks,” she gasps out.
My lips tighten. “I know.” I stand and gently ease her back onto the bed. “Let me help.”
Her eyes dart a bit as all that thick hair of hers cascades on the bedspread. I kiss her bare knees and work my way up her thighs. The sounds she makes has me harder than steel inside my jeans.
“That’s better already, isn’t it?” I ask, pulling her to the edge of the bed.
She nods, the motion frantic as her slim hips arch, filling my nose with her feminine scent.
I spread her thighs and drop my eyes to the glistening center of her body. She’s redder now, swollen. My teeth grit.
Damn.
Her heat is building faster than I expected.
