“I’m sick of the oil and blood smell,” I responded, lighting them. “This is better.”
I didn’t need to look up to know his dark brown gaze followed my every movement. I could almost feel his stare, and though he tried to tamp down his aura, slivers of yearning and remorse whispered across my subconscious.
“Did Ian tell you that Balchezek says he knows another way to force the demon out without killing you and the others?” I asked, glancing at him.
His brows drew together. “Yes, but I don’t trust demons.”
I laughed, soft and wry. “I’m right there with you, but Balchezek has his reasons for helping us.”
I wasn’t going to repeat those reasons with the female demon eavesdropping inside Bones. Since possessing vampires was technically a demon no-no, I doubted the bitch could tattle on Balchezek without outing herself, but why give her an edge?
“You know what you have to do if he’s wrong, Kitten.”
The flatness in his voice made a shiver run through me that had nothing to do with the garage’s frigid temperature. Yeah. I’ll find another way to save you, I silently replied, but didn’t say that out loud, either. Bones would only argue about promises and duty and I didn’t care about any of those things if they meant he had to die.
I finished lighting the candles and walked over to him. His mouth was still set in a hard line, but his gaze raked over the contours of my body as though he couldn’t stop himself. In addition to remorse and yearning, another emotion crested against my subconscious—possessiveness. He might know that I’d only had good intentions by my earlier actions with Ian, but his vampire nature demanded that he assert his claim over me. How well I knew that from being on the other side of the jealousy coin with Bones in the past.
“How’s our demonic squatter?” I asked, brushing his chains.
“Angry.” One word, clipped with the weight of emotions I felt him trying to hold back.
I smiled. “Good.” Then I took out the key and unlocked the first of many bolts connecting his chains.
Tension slipped through the wall he’d erected around his aura. “What are you doing?”
I unwound a length of chain, letting it drop to the floor. “Making you more accessible. One down, half a dozen to go, and even then you’ll still be unable to move your arms or legs.”
“Don’t.” His eyes flashed green. “She’s too dangerous.”
I undid another section of chain before standing on tiptoe to slowly run my tongue down the side of his ear. “Fuck her,” I whispered. “She’s had you to herself too long, and you’re mine.”
More chains fell. His mouth brushed my cheek, control raging against the hunger I felt rising in him. “It’s not safe,” he tried again.
I laughed before I caught his ear with fangs that were already out from my growing desire. “Oh, Bones. How often do we ever play it safe?”
A low growl was my response. So was the blast of lust decimating the last of the barriers he’d had around his emotions. I reveled in both, licking the shell of his ear and then letting my breath tease the same space.
He couldn’t grab me with his hands, but his aura enveloped me, sheathing me in a tingling cloud of power and raw need. It still felt fragmented from his fight to keep the demon down, but I had no doubt he would win that fight. Three more lengths of chain fell from around his waist. I could now reach through the remaining links and pull his shirt open, revealing the hard flesh of his chest and stomach.
“I missed you,” I said, abandoning his ear for his lips.
His mouth closed over mine with such hunger that my embers of desire turned into a furnace. He didn’t wait for me to part my lips, but invaded past them with deep, seeking strokes of his tongue. I moaned and tugged harder on his chains. More fell, until I could press my body against his and feel the bulge of something other than metal against me. He groaned, rough and guttural, when I reached down and clasped my hand around him.
His mouth tore away from mine, glowing green gaze pinning me in its intensity. “Take your clothes off. I need to see you.”
I backed away on shaky legs, the roar of lust slamming into my subconscious making me almost glad he was chained. He felt wild, almost feral. Like he thought this was the last time we’d be together and he’d hold nothing back except the demon raging inside him. I drew the shirt over my head and tossed it aside, my skin rippling with gooseflesh under the rake of his gaze. My bra came off next, nipples already hard and aching. Then my jeans. I pulled my panties down with them, kicking both aside.
“Ravishing.”