Free Demon's Hunger by Eve Silver

That was better. She could see the hallway and freedom. Her fear ratcheted down a notch.
    Vivien willed herself to stay calm, to stay rational. Use her logic.
    Her gaze dropped to his arm, and again she saw the dark dried blood staining the sleeve of his linen shirt. She remembered the demon raking him with yellowed talons.
    An unexpected jolt of anger stabbed her, and she had the fleeting thought that she'd like to have at the thing for hurting Dain.
    That was just not logical. Not at all. Because logic told her she shouldn't care that he'd been injured—he'd abducted her, for heaven's sake—and that there were no such things as demons, or sorcerers…
    Before her eyes, Dain passed his hand over the stained shirt, the movement imbued with masculine grace. His palm was broad, his fingers long and strong, his wrist and part of his forearm bared by his movement to show sun-kissed skin over corded muscle. Light glowed at his fingertips, and in a heartbeat the bloodstain was gone, the torn cloth gone, the sleeve immaculate.
    "Nice trick." She almost choked on the words as she reused her gaze to the open hallway and freedom.
    "No trick. Just proof. I need you to believe me, Vivien." He said her name low and smoky and so sultry she expected to feel steam coming off her skin. "I need you rational. Calm. Because I need your help."
    Dain was so close, she could feel the heat of his body, could smell a hint of citrus from his shaving cream and the scent of his skin, masculine and tantalizing. Her pulse kicked up a notch. Not daring to turn and look at him, not trusting herself or the crazy urge to fist her hands in his shirt and rub up against him, she stared straight ahead at the open door.
    What was wrong with her? Was she some sort of freak that terror made her horny?
    She'd been attacked by a gray-skinned, eight-foot-tall monster with teeth. Really big teeth.
    Her house had been burned to the ground.
    She'd lost everything, maybe even her sanity.
    And all she could think of was the need, no, the compulsion , to touch Dain Hawkins, skin to hot skin, to run her tongue, her teeth, along the strong column of his throat, to kiss his hard mouth.
    It was like someone— something —else was alive inside her skin.
    No… not something else, but maybe a part of herself that she'd never known, never recognized.
    She shivered.
    She'd never had much of an interest in physical intimacy, had convinced herself that her lack of libido was normal given her hectic schedule and career-oriented lifestyle. Every test her doctor had done came up negative, so she'd accepted the fact that she was just one of those people who wasn't all that interested in sex.
    Until now.
    Now, with her world crashing down around her, she thought she'd do just about anything to have Dain Hawkins lay his big, solid, naked body over hers and—
    "I'm asking you to stay," he said, his voice low, his breath fanning her cheek. "Stay long enough to hear me out, Vivien. The door is open. It isn't my intent to hold you prisoner, only to hold you safe. The choice is yours."
    "You won't stop me if I walk out of here?" Breathless. She was breathless.
    "No, but I will follow you. I don't know if hybrids or even demons will seek you out when you leave my protection. I don't know what they were after when they approached you. And I still need your help." He gave a low laugh, short, dark. "So, for now, where you go, I go."
    Where you go, I go.
    Yeah, right. Everyone always left her, but he was saying that he wouldn't. And she was supposed to trust that? Trust him? He'd leave. Just like everyone else did.
    On a sharp exhalation, she acknowledged the fact that the thought of him taking off bothered her. She didn't even know the guy. Why should it matter if he left her?
    Because if he was telling the truth about the whole demons and hybrids thing, then she definitely didn't want to be alone to face them.
    Wasn't that an ugly little jolt of reality?
    Yeah, reality . That was the thing she