Omens (The Dark in You #6) - Suzanne Wright Page 0,6

to her was a sweet agony. His palms itched to stroke and explore and bite her smooth skin. His demon urged him to spread both her legs wide and taste—

Keenan cursed silently. Refusing to be a slave to the sexual connection that seemed determined to bind them, he forced his mind back to the task at hand. He removed her shoe, set it aside, and moved on to the next.

“Your schlong went hard when you saw me dancing, didn’t it?”

And his fingers slipped right off the strap.

She laughed, low and smoky, not in the least bit daunted by the glare he shot her. “Oh, come on, I’m just messing with ya, Keenan. I know incubi only get a hard-on if they want to.”

He could only shake his head. She had no idea what she did to him. No idea that she seemed to have more control over his body than he did. He slipped off her second shoe, tossed it aside, and then stood.

“On a serious note, though,” she began, rising to her feet, “does it hurt to walk when you’re hard? Because that monster in your jeans has to weigh a few pounds.”

His patience gone, Keenan went nose to nose with her. “Swear to Christ, Khloé, if you mention my cock one more time, I’m going to thrust it inside you and fuck you so hard you’ll be screaming.”

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Goosebumps swept across Khloé’s skin as the atmosphere snapped taut. She stared at him, at a loss for words – a rare occurrence in her world.

Her body, well, it just lit up. Tingled and buzzed and hummed. Her mouth went dry. Her pulse skittered. Need pooled low in her stomach, raw and wicked.

Yeah, the gorgeous bastard rang every sexual bell she had.

The eyes boldly holding her own smoldered with something dark and hot. It was a stare that said, “I could pound into you all night and ruin you for other men.”

Hell, she didn’t doubt it. If he could reduce her brain to mush with just the heat and intensity of his stare, he’d most definitely be a goddamn rock star in bed.

Finally, his eyes released hers. They dropped to her mouth, and he swallowed hard. Then that broody gaze drifted lower and lower, peeling off her clothing, tracing every line and curve, stripping her of her defenses, making pure heat ripple through her body.

Hell, she’d just gotten laid by his eyes. It was a rush and a tease.

He needed to say something. Or she did. The tension just kept on building and building … until she wanted to scream, and her nerves were on the verge of exploding.

Seriously, someone needed to say something.

The only thing that eased the sensual torture was the comforting knowledge that she wasn’t the only one suffering. His breathing was no steadier than her own.

There was a possessive glint in his gaze that pleased her demon. But unlike the entity, Khloé knew better than to think he’d ever act on any possessiveness he might feel.If he had any intention of doing so, he’d have done it by now.

Digging deep for some element of calm, she went for blasé. “Sorry, alcoholics aren’t my type.”

A muscle in his cheek flexed. “I’m not addicted to alcohol. I drink because I want to. And, you know, you’re pretty judgmental about drinking for someone who gets blitzed almost every weekend.”

“Ah, but I don’t do it to escape or function. I do it to have fun with my friends – that’s different.”

“I could give up drinking any time.”

She snickered. “For maybe a day, sure. But for longer? Nu-uh.”

Cunning flashed in his eyes. “Yeah? How about we test your little theory?” He folded his arms. “I’ll go one full week without alcohol – I won’t have so much as a sip of it.”

“Sure,” she drawled, openly skeptical.

“I’m serious.”

“You truly think you can do that?”

“Yes. And if I’m right …” His gaze darkened, focusing on her so intensely it made her scalp prickle. “I get to feed from you.”

Khloé’s heartbeat stuttered. “Feed from me?”

“I won’t touch you, but I will use my powers to make you come for me. Hard.”

Well, hell. Sexual energy was like an aphrodisiac to incubi. They built up their prey’s need without even physically touching them, blanketing them with pleasure-inducing pheromones, and then they fed off that energy.

She’d seen it happen once at a club. An incubus had done nothing more than pin a woman close to his body, breathing in every breath that left her lungs as she writhed