Part 6 (1/2)
”Seems to me that you're the one hurting him if you can't even give him the chance for compromise.”
She bolted from her chair to face him, but some of her fury was lost in their two feet of height difference. ”You know nothing about me or him, you effing piece of offal.” She pointed to the door. ”You got what you wanted from him. Now go find someone else to screw.”
”Effing? Screw? Seriously? You can't bring out the spicy language to go with your insult? That's like serving tacos without hot sauce. Or throwing a Super Bowl party without alcohol. f.u.c.king criminal.”
”I don't like to cuss,” she ground out.
Well, now, that was unexpected. Demons tended to be pretty liberal with what humans considered coa.r.s.e language. ”I don't trust people who don't cuss.”
”Why not?”
”Because people who don't cuss are silently judging you. Pulling a morally superior act, but it's just an act. You know they're thinking bad s.h.i.+t; they just won't say it.”
”Maybe they're being polite.”
”Or maybe they're not being sincere.”
She sneered. ”f.u.c.k you.”
”See? That's sincere.” He brushed past her and headed to the front door. Before he left, he couldn't resist adding, ”Tell Raze I'll see him later.”
I'll see you too, Fayle.
Oh, d.a.m.n . . . I'm going to come . . .
The words fell from Raze's lips in an incoherent rush as the o.r.g.a.s.m took him. Slake's mouth was magic, sucking and licking, taking everything Raze had to give. As the climax waned, another slammed into him, followed by another, and another. Slake's hand dropped to knead Raze's b.a.l.l.s with light pressure, coaxing every last drop and every last s.h.i.+ver of sensation from him.
f.u.c.k, the guy was incredible. As the heady glow of really great s.e.x warmed him, he became vaguely aware of a tingle of pulsing energy flowing through his dermoire, and he had the strangest desire to flip Slake over, lock hands and bodies, and . . . and what? Bond with him?
Male Seminus demons couldn't bond with other males. They could only take females to be their mates. So why the h.e.l.l was his body reacting to- A metallic clank made him jump. Another clank, this time accompanied by a hard, cold snap and pressure around his ankle, got his eyes open and the s.e.xual fog cleared.
”Slake,” he rasped. ”What are you . . .” He blinked at the sight of Fayle straddling his thighs. Her glistening lips and his wet d.i.c.k lying half-erect on his belly made it clear that he'd o.r.g.a.s.med, all right, but not with Slake.
”You were asleep for nearly fourteen hours,” she said, and was it his sleep-soaked ears, or did she sound . . . sad? ”I took care of you before-”
”Before we had a repeat of the other night?”
Her brows shot up in surprise at the challenge in his question. h.e.l.l, even he'd surprised himself. He was usually one to let things go in order to maintain the status quo, but something had changed, and he was no longer content with the way he and Fayle had been living.
No, not living. Surviving.
”She's keeping you from being happy.”
Slake's words filled his ears as if he was still lying right there beside him, and wasn't it funny how, after knowing Raze for such a short time, he'd distilled his life with Fayle down to a single sentence.
”No,” she said softly. ”Before I leave.”
”Leave?” G.o.ds, he was sleep-muddled. Nothing was making sense.
Leaning forward, she cupped his cheek in one palm. ”I told you it's time to move.”
”Wait . . . what?” He levered into a sit, and frowned at what appeared to be a thick shackle around his ankle. And the shackle was connected to a heavy chain that he a.s.sumed was secured to something solid.
Instantly, Fayle leaped up, landing catlike on the floor before backing toward the door. A dark, terrible suspicion welled up as he tugged on the chain. As suspected, it was looped around the bright blue pillar near the bathroom.
”What the h.e.l.l is going on, Fayle?” he growled. ”Tell me. Right. f.u.c.king. Now.”
”I told you.” The tremor in her voice gave him hope that she wasn't dead set on whatever course she'd laid out. ”I'm leaving.”
”And you thought you needed to chain me up to tell me that?”
She worried her lower lip for a moment before asking, ”Will you go with me?”
”Fayle, let's talk about this. Release me, and we'll work this out.”
She thrust her hair out of her face with a frustrated shove. ”Thirst is destroyed. And Underworld General will be fine without you. I'll release you if you come with me. Say yes. We can go anywhere you want.”
”You're blackmailing me?” Anger rolled in, fresh and hot. ”I have to do what you want or you'll leave me here to die?” He yanked on the chain. ”Fine. I'll go with you.” He was lying, but right now, he was willing to say anything to get free.
”I'm sorry, Raze,” she whispered. ”But I don't believe you.”
d.a.m.n her! ”Why are you doing this?” he shouted. ”After all we've been through together?”
She smiled sadly. ”I'm a demon, Raze.”
”So am I! And I'm not chaining people to any f.u.c.king posts!”
”You know as well as I do that some of us are more demon than others.” There was an emotional hitch in her voice that he might have imagined, except that her eyes had filled with liquid. Good. At least she felt bad about what she was doing to him. ”I love you, but I have to go.”
”This is love?” He yanked on the chains again. ”Don't do this. Please.”
”I have to. Someone's after me.” She held up his phone. ”But don't worry, I've already left a message for your lover boy to come rescue you.”
”Lover boy?”
She rolled her eyes. ”Slake. Ask him why I have to leave. And don't tell me you forgot him already. You were moaning his name while I was sucking you off.”
”Release me,” he roared as he leaped off the bed. ”d.a.m.n you, Fayle, you can't do this!”
Very gently, she placed the phone and a set of keys on a shelf near the door-well out of his reach. ”I'll feel your need,” she said. ”If he doesn't come for you, I'll call the hospital before you die.”
”How comforting,” he snapped.
”I'm sorry.”
With a roar, he lunged, but the chains held, and pain tore through his leg as he was yanked, hard, off his feet to land with a thud on the concrete floor. Fayle fled, and as he shoved angrily to his feet, he heard her hurry through the apartment. A moment later, the front door slammed shut.
He was alone. And if Slake didn't show up in the next twelve to sixteen hours, he was in a whole lot of trouble.
Anyone who knew Slake well would laugh at him right now. And after they were done laughing, they'd kill him for being such an idiot.