Page 150 of The Demon's Pet

I put aside the sponge, causing him to open his eyes and look up at me.

“What, reneging already?” He smirked. “I thought so.”

If he’d thought to simply make me blush and cower, he was wrong.

“No, it’s just…” I stood and faced him down. “I wondered if there was something more I could do to help you.”

His thick brows came down in consternation. “What do you mean, more?”

I fidgeted, still trying to summon the guts to do what I wanted. What I wanted and what might also help make him well.

“Simon said… he said I could feed you. That it might help.”

Sam’s eyebrows went straight back up, and I could tell I’d genuinely surprised him. “Just a warning, don’t listen to everything that vampire says. He can be dangerous when he wants to be.”

“He seems nice,” I said. “He says he’s your friend.”

“He is,” Sam said sharply. “I have many dangerous friends. You should be cautious around all of them.”

“I’ll keep it in mind,” I said, sitting on the edge of the heavy tub.

“See that you do,” Sam said, leaning his head back again. “Though, I’ll be here to protect you anyway.”

“Sam, I want to learn to fight. Like you fought Zadis. I want to be strong, and—”

“You will be,” he said. “We’ll start your training tomorrow, when you get your new restraining device and meet my metalsmith.”

“And you’ll be better by then?” I asked.

Sam’s lips turned up wickedly. “Depends. How eager are you to help?”

“You said not to believe Simon about everything,” I said nervously.

“Well, he’s right about the healing,” Sam said, grinning. “And I’m not above using things to my convenience.”

I faced him boldly. “I’m not either.”

A light flush tinted his cheeks as he caught my meaning, and his big body shifted slightly in the water as he caught my eyes.

His eyes narrowed to dark slits. “This thing between us, it’s dangerous.” His eyes roved over my body. “That silk looks gorgeous on you, as I knew it would. Matches your eyes.”

“Thank you,” I said, feeling like my knees would knock together if I had to stand.

Just the thought of him doing things to me again was making me weak inside.

I wanted him. I wanted to feed him. I wanted to pleasure him. I wanted so many things, and I knew that he would probably not need to do any of them to feed.

But as long as it helped him get better, it was a win-win situation.

He peered at me, as if he could read my mind, and grinned. “Well, you know, there’s room in this tub for two.”

“How?” I looked at it and thought that, despite its depth, it was fairly narrow. “There’s no way we’ll fit in there side by side.”

“Not side by side,” he said, pulling his legs up so his knees breached the soapy surface of the water.

Damn it, even his knees were sexy. Stupid incubus.

“Step in,” he said, putting his hand up for mine. When I put my hand in his, his fingers and palm felt huge. He helped me step into the tub so I was standing between his bent legs.

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