Free Demon Retribution by Kiersten Fay Page B

he’d avoided telling her, and why he’d led the conversation
into earthly myths earlier.
    “ Cale, what freaked me out
is that you lied to me, not what you are.” Then she added, “And
because you snarled at me…and your eyes.” Thankfully, they were
normal now. “What the hell was that?”
    His face relaxed, and she realized how
anxious he’d actually been. “You startled me,” he admitted, abashed
and a touch chagrined. Much more softly, he added, “I didn’t mean
to frighten you.”
    “ You need to understand
that I’ve had to be extremely careful about who I trust. I’m always
having to watch my back. I won’t tolerate you, or anyone else,
lying to me, for any reason.”
    His lips thinned. “You’re right. I
apologize.”
    “ Okay, then. Good.” A
moment of silence passed between them. He still held her in place.
His warm body offset the cool rain splashing over them. “You can
let me up now,” she said.
    “ Not yet.”
    “ Why?”
    He leaned in so that only an inch separated
them. “In the spirit of honesty, I have to tell you that I am
extremely attracted to you.”
    She felt her mouth open, but whatever words
her brain had conjured got lost on the way out.
    With his nose, he nudged her chin, slightly
moving her head. She gasped when his lips traced her jaw line. Her
heart picked up speed, but this time it wasn’t from fear. She still
couldn’t speak. When his lips traveled back, they brushed hers for
only a second before continuing down the other side. His heat
seemed to melt into her. When he reached the spot just next to her
earlobe, her body shuddered and she gasped again.
    “ Ah, there it is,” he
growled low.
    She never knew there was a spot that could
leach away all thought, but he’d managed to find it in less than a
minute.
    Relentlessly, he ran his mouth over her
flesh, thoroughly exploring until the moan she’d been holding back
forced its way through. He let out a satisfied chuckle and then
moved to her collarbone, discovered an even more torturous patch of
skin that apparently connected every hot spot in her body. She
moaned again.
    It wasn’t until his hand
came around the small of her back that she realized he no longer
held her down. But instead of putting an end to this, her palms ran
down his naked back, feeling every coiled muscle, while her mind
repeatedly murmured, bad
idea . Or maybe she’d been saying it out
loud because he replied in a broken, guttural voice, “Very, very
good idea. Genius idea.”
    His hand left her back and made its way
along her waist, down her jean clad thigh, which was soaked through
from the rain. Her knee came over her hip, to give him better
access. He took advantage and gripped her backside. A husky groan
left him, the sound of it made her shiver.
    The heat flowing off him spread through her
body, consuming any hint of cold from the damp ground and rain.
    She shook her head, trying to clear it.
    Thwarting her, his lips came over hers with
a barrage of small, tender kisses, then a long demanding one. She
was helpless to resist. Another deep groan rumbled out of him,
fueling the desire that raged inside her.
    Bringing her other leg around his waist, she
threaded her fingers through his wet, spiky hair. Of their own
accord, her hips undulated against him, and he rewarded her with a
rough groan.
    In the distance, buried behind the pounding
rain and breaking through the clouds of her mind, was a distinct
repetitive clicking.
    They froze.
    His gaze mirrored her terror.
    A second set of clicks joined the first.

Chapter 7

     
     
     
    Kyra’s heart sank as three Kayadon stepped
into the clearing. Cale pulled her to stand. A low rumbling
reverberated through him and his eyes flashed, turning to liquid
lava. A pair of fangs visibly lengthened. His horns darkened, and
then shifted to a fiery red.
    Demon , her mind supplied.
    Behind the fiends, like some twisted pack of
hyenas, a group of those spider creatures trotted into sight. There
were