silky feel of carnal, preternatural hunger. Between the music and voices of people trying to talk over it, the noise level was at a low roar. Finn tapped into his chameleon abilities and took on the hearing of a shapeshifter. He listened to several conversations, none of which were all that interesting. Certainly none pertained to the rogue group he was still trying to get close to. He eased up and shifted his attention to the dance floor. Several demons he knew, most of whom he had no desire to engage in conversation. One guy, an incubus, caught his attention, though. Not because of what he was doing, which was dancing badly, but because of whom he was dancing with.
Finn would recognize that long hair anywhere. It flowed down her back to the top of her shapely buttocks in a fiery cascade. Keira O’Brien.
His body tightened. On some level he recognized the reaction and registered the relief he felt in knowing he hadn’t completely lost his interest in the opposite sex. But on another level he wondered if Keira had ruined him for other women.
He reflected on their first meeting. They’d met here, at the Devil’s Domain, right at the bar. Finn had just come off a job. He’d been tired, in need of a shave, a haircut, and a small supply of give-a-damn. A husky, shamrock-jeweled voice ordering a scotch had caught his attention and set his nerve endings on fire. When he’d seen the owner of that voice, a slender, curvy woman in a barely there black dress, he’d been a goner.
The attraction had been mutual and instantaneous. She’d been as irreverent toward him then as she was now. Unafraid of his strength, she saw right through him to the man he was inside, the man he could become if he wanted it badly enough.
Keira had been new to the city, still trying to find her way. They danced for a while, shared another drink, and agreed to see each other again. Over the following months they had enjoyed a flirtation that had deepened each time they were together, finally culminating in a night filled with overheated bodies straining together against silky sheets.
The evening had started out as their dates usually did—dinner and dancing at the Devil’s Domain. That night, though, they’d both been more than ready to take things to the next level. Slow kisses and a little heavy petting in a dark booth at the club barely held their lust in check until he could get her to his bed.
Her dress had stayed on her for all of two seconds, only as long as it took him to get her from the front door to his bedroom. He’d laid her down on the crimson and plum comforter and she’d given him a slow, sultry smile that told him she knew exactly what she was doing to him, lying there in nothing but her smooth skin and a pair of red high heels.
“You’re a naughty little thing, aren’t you?” He stared down at her, his eyes burning as desire flamed white hot in his gut. He let his gaze drift over her slender body, taking in her hard-tipped breasts, narrow waist, and flaring hips. Soft auburn curls guarded a treasure trove he fully intended on plundering. “Do you often go without panties?”
“Only when I think they might slow things down,” she murmured. A slim finger traced along his lower lip. When he sucked it into his mouth, her breath caught and her eyes flared with passion. With a low moan that fired his blood, she pushed him onto his back. Holding his eyes with hers, she began to unbutton his shirt, her fingers brushing against his skin, sending shivers of reaction racing to his cock. By the time she’d pushed the material to the sides of his torso, he was grinding his jaws to keep from hauling her beneath him.
When her fingers went to the button on his pants, he knew he’d never keep control if she wrapped them around the part of him that most wanted her attention. With an oath he surged off the bed and finished undressing.
When he came back down, she curled her legs around his hips and surged against him. He’d been surprised by the strength in her body, though he knew he shouldn’t have been. When he moved one hand to stroke through the soft folds of her sex, the slick heat he’d found had made the breath catch in his