a predictable reaction to that. Getting this close to her magic? Almost better than sex. Eventually, he released the link between them. “Better?”
She released a slow breath, looking at him through half-closed eyes. “Yes.” She touched his cheek. He didn’t look away. Neither did she. His body had a stimulating reaction to that. “Thank you.”
He was aware of how close they were physically; only inches apart. That she was human and that his species was made to get in close like this. He took in the curve of her chest and the buttons down her blouse. She smelled like something flowery. This was probably a mistake, but then again, he had a hard time believing getting laid by a beautiful woman was ever wrong, so he stayed where he was, his thighs on either side of hers, his hands on the back of the couch.
“I’m not your type, Khunbish.” She didn’t move though. Interesting.
“The point, Fensic, is who I think is my type.”
She narrowed one eye at him. “Really?”
“You never once thought about doing it with me?” Right out there in the open. God, he hoped she said yes.
He got a glimpse of her smile, and it was really hot, seeing her smile that way. “You’re awfully sure of yourself.”
“In a house this big, the neighbors won’t hear a thing.”
She pushed herself straighter, and he leaned back a little. Not much. “I can’t have sex with you. Jesus.” She held her head in her hands. “Not now. Not when I’m having so much trouble with my control.”
“Did I ever tell you about my name?” When she was looking at him again, he said, “My Mongolian name.”
“Telos?”
“Khunbish. It’s the kind of name parents give their kid if they want to keep the gods from noticing him. To avoid bad luck. My name’s like that, but for a different reason.”
“Yeah?”
He liked the way her eyes stayed on him. “Khunbish translates to ‘not a human being.’ Roughly speaking.”
Her chest rose and fell while she processed that. “That’s a good name for you.”
“It’s accurate.” He brushed a fingertip over the soft skin along the side of her throat. Silky. Smooth human skin. She tilted her chin to get a better look at him. He moved his hands to her waist, thumbs in front, fingers around her sides. “Here’s the thing, Fensic. You don’t need to worry about control with me. Because I am not a human. I can keep your magic locked up tight while I do you any way you like it.” He smiled. “I like it dirty. How about you?”
CHAPTER 6
What little Lys had heard about demons had to be considered of dubious reliability. She knew that. Nevertheless, given what facts she did have, if they were even partially accurate, she ought to be terrified of Khunbish. Except he wasn’t attacking her or taking over her will or doing any of the other horrific things demons supposedly couldn’t help doing to humans. She was afraid of Michael, and that said something. Afraid of the human. Not afraid of the demon.
He was watching her. “What?”
“I can’t decide if I don’t care what you are or if I’m just too stressed out to worry about it.”
“Either way is good for me.” He laughed, low and sexy. The sound sent a shiver of arousal down to settle in her belly. Out of habit, she immediately shut herself off from the reaction. Not safe. She wasn’t safe with Telos Khunbish. But what if he wasn’t safe with her?
She wasn’t in a good place right now. She stared anywhere but at Khunbish. The room they were in had a fireplace at one end and a large television mounted on one wall. Most of the furniture was dark, like the sofa they were on. She closed her eyes, but that didn’t help at all. Eyes closed or open, he pressed in on her senses so thoroughly it hardly mattered if she could see him.
He was close enough that she could touch him if she wanted to. If she dared. She didn’t. Physically, he was large and all muscle. His stomach was flat, obvious even with his loose and untucked
She released a slow breath, looking at him through half-closed eyes. “Yes.” She touched his cheek. He didn’t look away. Neither did she. His body had a stimulating reaction to that. “Thank you.”
He was aware of how close they were physically; only inches apart. That she was human and that his species was made to get in close like this. He took in the curve of her chest and the buttons down her blouse. She smelled like something flowery. This was probably a mistake, but then again, he had a hard time believing getting laid by a beautiful woman was ever wrong, so he stayed where he was, his thighs on either side of hers, his hands on the back of the couch.
“I’m not your type, Khunbish.” She didn’t move though. Interesting.
“The point, Fensic, is who I think is my type.”
She narrowed one eye at him. “Really?”
“You never once thought about doing it with me?” Right out there in the open. God, he hoped she said yes.
He got a glimpse of her smile, and it was really hot, seeing her smile that way. “You’re awfully sure of yourself.”
“In a house this big, the neighbors won’t hear a thing.”
She pushed herself straighter, and he leaned back a little. Not much. “I can’t have sex with you. Jesus.” She held her head in her hands. “Not now. Not when I’m having so much trouble with my control.”
“Did I ever tell you about my name?” When she was looking at him again, he said, “My Mongolian name.”
“Telos?”
“Khunbish. It’s the kind of name parents give their kid if they want to keep the gods from noticing him. To avoid bad luck. My name’s like that, but for a different reason.”
“Yeah?”
He liked the way her eyes stayed on him. “Khunbish translates to ‘not a human being.’ Roughly speaking.”
Her chest rose and fell while she processed that. “That’s a good name for you.”
“It’s accurate.” He brushed a fingertip over the soft skin along the side of her throat. Silky. Smooth human skin. She tilted her chin to get a better look at him. He moved his hands to her waist, thumbs in front, fingers around her sides. “Here’s the thing, Fensic. You don’t need to worry about control with me. Because I am not a human. I can keep your magic locked up tight while I do you any way you like it.” He smiled. “I like it dirty. How about you?”
CHAPTER 6
What little Lys had heard about demons had to be considered of dubious reliability. She knew that. Nevertheless, given what facts she did have, if they were even partially accurate, she ought to be terrified of Khunbish. Except he wasn’t attacking her or taking over her will or doing any of the other horrific things demons supposedly couldn’t help doing to humans. She was afraid of Michael, and that said something. Afraid of the human. Not afraid of the demon.
He was watching her. “What?”
“I can’t decide if I don’t care what you are or if I’m just too stressed out to worry about it.”
“Either way is good for me.” He laughed, low and sexy. The sound sent a shiver of arousal down to settle in her belly. Out of habit, she immediately shut herself off from the reaction. Not safe. She wasn’t safe with Telos Khunbish. But what if he wasn’t safe with her?
She wasn’t in a good place right now. She stared anywhere but at Khunbish. The room they were in had a fireplace at one end and a large television mounted on one wall. Most of the furniture was dark, like the sofa they were on. She closed her eyes, but that didn’t help at all. Eyes closed or open, he pressed in on her senses so thoroughly it hardly mattered if she could see him.
He was close enough that she could touch him if she wanted to. If she dared. She didn’t. Physically, he was large and all muscle. His stomach was flat, obvious even with his loose and untucked
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