He leaned forward so their chests touched, so his lips brushed hers. “Trust it. Trust me.”
“No,” she moaned, but her body trusted him, and it took his words and ran with them. Pleasure spread in a tidal wave from her sex to her scalp. She thrashed, writhed, bit her tongue to keep from screaming.
“Ride it out,” he murmured.
When she came down from the high, she didn’t have a chance to feel embarrassment, and honestly, she didn’t know if she would. The way he took her in, the admiration in his gaze, wow. Suddenly, she understood feminine power.
“You’re lovely when you come. I could watch your pleasure all day long.”
“Not one for TV, huh?”
His laughter rang out, deep and hearty. “You are much more fascinating than anything I could watch on TV.”
So was he, as much as she hated to admit it. “Eidolon?”
“Hmm?”
“Thank you.”
He pushed up on his elbows. “No, thank you.”
“For what?”
He smiled, the one that made her weak in the knees. “For reminding me why I need to fight the s’genesis.”
“So you can heal women with sexual hangups?”
“No,” he said, dipping his head to kiss her, “so I can be with a female because I want to, not because I need to.” His voice dropped lower, became a hypnotizing purr. “Let me heal the rest of you. Let me integrate your demon half.”
“Yes . . . no, wait.” She struggled to sit up, but with one hand on her breastbone, he kept her down and still.
“I don’t want you to die.”
“That’s what it could really come down to, isn’t it?” God, she was insane for even considering it. “If I agree to this, I need you to promise me something.” She couldn’t believe she was asking a demon for a promise. A week ago she’d have killed anyone who said she’d ever do such a thing. “If I turn out to be something really horrible . . . you’ll kill me.”
Eidolon’s dark brows shot up. Before he could say anything, she pressed one finger to his lips. “Please. I can’t say yes unless I know I won’t be a danger to anyone. Can you promise me that?”
After a moment, he bowed his head so his forehead rested on hers. “I promise. I’ll give Shade a call in the morning. We’ll do it then.” He palmed her hip and pushed his thick thigh between her legs, making her sigh with contentment. “Tonight, we have other things to do.”
Nineteen
The hazy morning light streaming through the window seared Eidolon’s eyes. He didn’t think about the reason he was so sensitive. He didn’t care. All that mattered was getting to the blinds and closing them.
His feet hit the floor, but his legs didn’t work. Rubbery muscles couldn’t support his weight, and he crumpled next to the bed. Pain covered him like a blanket of thorns. Everything hurt. His eyes. His face. His entire body throbbed.
Had Tayla done something to him?
Tayla.
A surge of lust shot through him like a burning arrow. He lifted his head, caught the savory scent of the sex they’d had for hours last night. Yeah, she’d been cured. She’d come over and over, in every position, in every room.
Forgetting the blinds, he staggered to his feet, swaying until he caught himself on the side of the bed. Tayla lay tangled in the sheets, her hair fanning out over the pillow, her breasts exposed to the air and his gaze. Lower, the sheet had fallen away, allowing a glimpse of her thighs and the sweet place nestled between.
He wanted her. Needed her.
Growling low in his throat, he lowered himself onto the bed and opened his mouth over her hip.
“Mmm, Hellboy,” she murmured, smiling, her eyes still closed.
She shifted and stretched. Opened her eyes. And gasped.
“Shit!” She scooted toward the headboard, but he grabbed her foot and tried to drag her back down. A kick aimed at his chin nearly connected. “What is wrong with you?”
“Nothing’s wrong with me. What’s wrong with you?”
She jerked free of his grip and rolled off the bed, coming gracefully to her feet.
Naked.
The delicious, potent aroma of fear came off her hot body in waves. He had to have her. Now.
“Stay away from me.”
Not going to happen.
Take her.
His nostrils flared as he separated the scents coming from her. Fear, confusion . . . ovulation.
She’s ready.
Mingled with her smells, masking the scent of human, was the one of demon. His body answered.
Power rippled beneath his skin, threatening to tear him apart. His brain fogged. Pain crackled through him. The sound of ripping flesh hit him at the same time as the stabbing sensations in his back.
When his vision cleared, he looked down at his hands. No, not hands. Paws. Red, scaly paws tipped with serrated talons.
Impregnate her.
“I’m going to have you now.”
Tayla’s scream shot straight to his groin. The sound of terror was a rush, an aphrodisiac for both the mind and cock. Now he needed to taste her, to rip into her flesh with his teeth—
He shook his head. These thoughts weren’t his.