person—
which was perfect for her. “We’re more cerebral than physical.”
“Your cerebrum can’t have an orgasm.”
“We don’t believe life has to be filled with orgasms to be meaningful.”
He coughed on a swallow of Red Bull, then looked at her as if she’d spoken the vilest blasphemy.
“You’re killing me, halfling.”
“I really don’t want to talk to you about anything of this nature anymore. It’s not an appropriate subject between us.” “A shame. ’Cause it happens to be my favorite one.” Seeing she was unbending about this, he said, “Then ask about me more about the Lore.”
“Very well. Do beings get married? Or form family units?” “Some marry. Especially the species that are more humanized.”
“Does your kind?” “A lot do. More now than in the past. But not as a rule.” “Oh,” she said, sounding as if his answer displeased her. He hastily added, “Though we might not marry, we have something more lasting between us. A demon
male has one fated female that he desires and needs above all others. He spends his whole life looking for her. A demon would be crazy to stray when he wants nothing more than to pleasure and protect his woman. Marriage is a little redundant.”
“Have you found yours?” she asked, seeming fascinated with the idea.
“I…don’t have mine yet.”
“How do you recognize her?”
“You just know. A feeling. A connection. But, for my kind, we can’t say for certain if she’s ours or not without having sex with her. As they say, In the throes, you know .” “How convenient.” “It’s true. Things occur when you’re having sex with her. Things you need in order to claim her.” For the first time, the way would be opened, the dam breached. “Like what?” she asked, then immediately added,
“Wait—will your response be graphically sexual?” To explain how a male rage demon could orgasm but never ejaculate until after the initial claiming of his
female…? “Odds are.” “Then please don’t answer.” She gazed out the window, peering hard at the night, as if she desperately wanted to block him out.
“Maybe I’ll just rest for a while.”
Minutes after she’d closed her eyes, she had nodded off. He kept glancing over at her, wondering what she was dreaming about with her brows drawn. As he drove, he decided two things. If they were going to be on the road together for potentially weeks,
then he would begin teaching her how to defend herself.
If I turn her over to Groot, she’s going to have a sporting chance.
And second, he would be with her sexually. He could never take her completely—she may not be far enough into the transition to immortality to survive it. And if she did, once he’d experienced what it was like to be inside her, he might not ever let her go.
No, he couldn’t claim her, but before he relinquished her, he would pleasure her. Cade thought she could be seduced—he’d seen a spark of interest in her eyes. She wasn’t immune to him. Which meant he now had to coax her to trust him. Which meant he should be on his best behavior.
Except he had to admit that he kind of enjoyed baiting her like this. When her cheeks went pink and she grew flustered…
And Nïx did say she wanted her niece educated.
Cade wondered what his stalwart brother would think about his plans for Holly. Good money said he’d disapprove. Rydstrom was a fairly stand-up guy, with only a few skeletons in his closet.
Ah, but they were big ones.
Cade stilled. What if the Queen of Illusions discovered Rydstrom’s secret weakness? What would she do to him then?
He also wondered if Rydstrom even now believed that their cause was lost because it rested on Cade’s shoulders.
Cade wouldn’t dwell on that thought. He was taking action, closing in on their goal.
Whereas Holly was plagued with unwelcome thoughts, Cade was mentally nimble, skirting disagreeable realizations with ease.
It was what would allow him to grow more attached
which was perfect for her. “We’re more cerebral than physical.”
“Your cerebrum can’t have an orgasm.”
“We don’t believe life has to be filled with orgasms to be meaningful.”
He coughed on a swallow of Red Bull, then looked at her as if she’d spoken the vilest blasphemy.
“You’re killing me, halfling.”
“I really don’t want to talk to you about anything of this nature anymore. It’s not an appropriate subject between us.” “A shame. ’Cause it happens to be my favorite one.” Seeing she was unbending about this, he said, “Then ask about me more about the Lore.”
“Very well. Do beings get married? Or form family units?” “Some marry. Especially the species that are more humanized.”
“Does your kind?” “A lot do. More now than in the past. But not as a rule.” “Oh,” she said, sounding as if his answer displeased her. He hastily added, “Though we might not marry, we have something more lasting between us. A demon
male has one fated female that he desires and needs above all others. He spends his whole life looking for her. A demon would be crazy to stray when he wants nothing more than to pleasure and protect his woman. Marriage is a little redundant.”
“Have you found yours?” she asked, seeming fascinated with the idea.
“I…don’t have mine yet.”
“How do you recognize her?”
“You just know. A feeling. A connection. But, for my kind, we can’t say for certain if she’s ours or not without having sex with her. As they say, In the throes, you know .” “How convenient.” “It’s true. Things occur when you’re having sex with her. Things you need in order to claim her.” For the first time, the way would be opened, the dam breached. “Like what?” she asked, then immediately added,
“Wait—will your response be graphically sexual?” To explain how a male rage demon could orgasm but never ejaculate until after the initial claiming of his
female…? “Odds are.” “Then please don’t answer.” She gazed out the window, peering hard at the night, as if she desperately wanted to block him out.
“Maybe I’ll just rest for a while.”
Minutes after she’d closed her eyes, she had nodded off. He kept glancing over at her, wondering what she was dreaming about with her brows drawn. As he drove, he decided two things. If they were going to be on the road together for potentially weeks,
then he would begin teaching her how to defend herself.
If I turn her over to Groot, she’s going to have a sporting chance.
And second, he would be with her sexually. He could never take her completely—she may not be far enough into the transition to immortality to survive it. And if she did, once he’d experienced what it was like to be inside her, he might not ever let her go.
No, he couldn’t claim her, but before he relinquished her, he would pleasure her. Cade thought she could be seduced—he’d seen a spark of interest in her eyes. She wasn’t immune to him. Which meant he now had to coax her to trust him. Which meant he should be on his best behavior.
Except he had to admit that he kind of enjoyed baiting her like this. When her cheeks went pink and she grew flustered…
And Nïx did say she wanted her niece educated.
Cade wondered what his stalwart brother would think about his plans for Holly. Good money said he’d disapprove. Rydstrom was a fairly stand-up guy, with only a few skeletons in his closet.
Ah, but they were big ones.
Cade stilled. What if the Queen of Illusions discovered Rydstrom’s secret weakness? What would she do to him then?
He also wondered if Rydstrom even now believed that their cause was lost because it rested on Cade’s shoulders.
Cade wouldn’t dwell on that thought. He was taking action, closing in on their goal.
Whereas Holly was plagued with unwelcome thoughts, Cade was mentally nimble, skirting disagreeable realizations with ease.
It was what would allow him to grow more attached
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