solo act wasn't going to last. His rabid eyes were locked on what she was doing,his body trembling like at any second he was going to snap and take over what she'd begun.
"Want to help?" she drawled.
He was on her in a flash, adding his hand to her minstrations, until she moved out of the way because it was more exciting for him to stroke her.
Under his quick and nimble fingers, her pants came undone and then he was pushing them down her thighs, his efforts aided when she braced her foot against the toilet seat and lifted her butt. With the waistband around her knees, he had access to her panties and -
"Oh, God!" she called out as he found her.
There was something so delicious about the combination of her being superslick and him doing the rubbing. And that was even before he ducked under the barrier and went skin-to-skin with her core.
Digging into his shoulders, she yanked him to her mouth as he focused on the top of her sex, driving her higher, and higher, and -
Reilly came hard, the force of the orgasm clenching her legs together around his talented hand, her body jerking in rhythmic pulses. He didn't stop what he was doing, however - he helped her ride out the cresting waves until she was a limp, panting bag of bliss.
As Veck pulled back and stared down at her, he might not have had a release himself, but he damn sure was looking satisfied.
"How was that for an hors d'oeuvre?" he murmured, his low-lidded expression suggesting he knew every bit of how great he was.
When she'd recovered enough to move, she reached out and cupped his erection through his closed fly. "Payback is going to be a pleasure."
Chapter 32
Standing across from Devina, in the backyard of the Internal Affairs officer's house, Adrian was not reacting to a target for the first time in his unnatural, immortal life.
How's Eddie doing? Smelling like a rose?
As he stared over Jim's shoulder at that fake-ass glamour-puss piece of evil, the demon's words banged around his skull sure as if she'd put a minion under his chrome dome and the fucker was whaling at his brain with a sledgehammer.
The old Adrian would have trampled Jim, or anything else in his path, to lock his hands around her throat and squeeze until she didn't just suffocate, but he snapped her ugly head right off her spine.
That was, however, precisely what she expected. What she was banking on. The reason she'd spoken.
And he stayed in control as it dawned on him that his hothead routine was the reason his best friend had been murdered. Jim was right: Destabilization was the name of the game, and the demon had done what she had because she was sure it was going to help her in the war.
So, yeah, as much as it killed him, as much as it ground his molars and fisted his balls, he simply stood where he was.
He couldn't answer her, though. He didn't trust himself to open his mouth.
"Eddie's safe and sound," Jim said. "And we're taking care of him."
"New jobs as morticians. How quaint." Devina smiled broadly, as if she were truly, deeply happy. "But don't you miss him, Adrian? Never mind, I ca feel you from here. You know, if you ever need a shoulder to cry on, I'm always available."
Just as he was about to tell her to shove the plastic sympathy so far up her ass she gagged on the shit, Jim tightened his hold on Ad's arm - until the guy was all but cutting off the circulation.
And the savior was right: If he reacted as Devina wanted him to, Eddie had died for fucking nothing. Which was the only thing worse than their losing him in the first place.
On that note, he put his other hand over Jim's so that they were both holding him in place.
Devina seemed momentarily nonplussed. But it didn't last. "Paralyzed by grief, Adrian?"
An eternity passed.
And sometime in those infinite heartbeats between her taunts and his nonreaction, he started to grow cold: His emotions ceased to run to any kind of extreme, as if they had burned out - and like a star that collapsed in on itself, he felt a turning tide that retracted him out of Devina's reach.
She would have been better off to just leave him alone and let him stew in his anger. But now that she'd pushed him into this arctic clarity, for the first