I’ll be there to talk with anyone. Sit her away from others and keep her bound,” Kais said, rising and going to his desk, retrieving a rope.
Deyva’s lips hardened into a thin line at the sight. “I don’t mean to be a brat,” she started, in a tone that I was very aware meant she was about to be a brat. “But that rope isn’t really going to protect anyone. Touching is always welcome, but I can feed without it. I just won’t.”
“Be that as it may, it will reassure our people,” Kais said, coming forward with the rope.
“And remind them that I’m not like them, that you don’t trust me.”
Kais arched an eyebrow as if to say ‘and I don’t’ and I stiffened, wanting to soothe Deyva or argue with Kais on her behalf, but afraid of what it would reveal. Before I could work up the nerve, Deyva raised her hands in front of her, glaring back at Kais.
“Not my favorite use of ropes, Kai, not gonna lie,” Deyva muttered as he started to bind her wrists.
Kais huffed a laugh and shook his head. “Not mine either, Daisy, but you gotta serve your penance before you get to the fun stuff.”
Well, hey now. Kais avoided my eyes as he stepped away, covering the smile that had appeared on his mouth. He hadn’t even realized he’d been flirting with our succubus and I was a mix of sympathy and amusement. I accepted my urges, and the fact that I never won the battle against them, but Kais was in for a rough road in fighting his attraction to Deyva.
Kais cleared his throat and looked blankly around his office for a moment. I could guess where his thoughts had gone, mine were in about the same place. Deyva gave me a sly warning glance as I stared at her wrists.
“I’ll head over there first, maybe give a gentle heads up. Gimme five minutes,” Kais said, voice rough.
I nodded and watched Kais hurry out of the office, leaving Deyva and I together.
“That wasn’t my fault,” she said, when his footsteps faded.
“Uh huh.” I grinned and hooked my finger into the ropes, glad to feel that Kais hadn’t made them quite so tight this time.
Her rough scratches from the first rope we’d used had healed after that first night together, and days later she only had a few old, ugly marks on her legs and back remaining. I tugged and Deyva shuffled closer, one leg tucking between mine, her hips leaning into me.
“You know, you’re going to have to feed me,” Deyva said, smiling up at me.
I shuffled back to the edge of the desk, drawing Devya in until she was almost straddling my thigh. “Thought you said you only needed it once a day?” I teased. I thought I was the one who just couldn’t get enough.
“Not like that,” she laughed, raising her bound hands between us. “I mean at the diner. You’ll have to feed me.”
I took one look at Deyva’s sinful mouth and imagined her licking salt off my fingers after I fed her a fry. And then I cursed and she laughed.
“Fucking Kais,” I muttered. How was I supposed to go through lunch, sitting next to Deyva, feeding her, and then wait until nighttime to be back inside of her?
“Hey, this was your idea, Father,” Deyva said, wiggling against me.
I sucked in a breath, heat burning up my throat and into my cheeks. What kind of sick asshole was I that I was ready to get off on her calling me that? I had a vision of Deyva in one of those horrible, Halloween naughty nun costumes and decided that I’d officially lost my mind.
And in spite of that, I tugged her closer by the lapel of my old shirt and caught one deep, licking kiss from her mouth before swatting at her ass and turning her to the door.
“Come on before I try and feed you a different kind of meal,” I growled.
Deyva shot me a hot look over her shoulder, the tip of one golden horn catching the light through the window, and then hustled for the door ahead of me, a soft giggle falling free.
Her bright mood dissipated slowly as we headed for the diner, passing a couple on the street, watching them hurry out of our way. Seeing others rush in the opposite direction.
“Maybe this was a bad idea,” she murmured, shoulders drawing up, watching a teenage boy gawk at her through an apartment