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was
being un reasonable.  Another classic male move.  He was good.  Cassie
watched them both, thinking Clytie’s only recourse was to be reasonable back,
with sarcasm of course.  Or to go bat shit crazy and defy all logic.
    "I don't want someone
else to take care of it.  I want to ‘wander,’ little air quotes there, "around
my own house without having someone trailing me.  We both know that if you
really thought I was in danger in the house you would have tried to send
me somewhere else already."  Very reasonable and subtle use of the sarcasm. 
    Demon dropped his hands to
his sides and moved closer until they were toe to toe.  He leaned way down
until he was speaking right in her ear.  "They got to you once," he
said, his voice a deep tortured rumble.  "You should have been safe and
you weren't.  It kills me when I can't see you, because if I can't see you, I
can't protect you.  Just the thought of anything happening to you makes me lose
my fucking mind."
    "Demon," Clytie
whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck.  He shuddered, pulling her off
her feet and into his arms.  Tucking his head into her neck, he just breathed
her in while she wrapped her legs around his waist and held on.
    Cassie slipped out, giving
them a small semblance of privacy, as much as possible in a room full of
shifters anyway.  All joking aside, there was no defense against raw need.  She
knew enough about her cousin to know she wasn't going anywhere.  She'd find
Essie herself and get a little air while she was at it.
    "Where you
going?"
    She jumped, grabbing her
heart and then relaxing when she saw it was Ben. 
    "Just giving them a
little time."
    "And making your
escape?"
    She smiled, shaking her
head.  "Just taking a little walk.  Not instigating operation: over the
wall."
    He moved up into her
space.  "You wouldn't get two feet."
    Cassandra moved in even
closer, until she was plastered against his front.  Then she put her cheek
against his soft cotton t-shirt and wrapped her arms around his middle. 
"I could distract you with sex and then escape while you’re passed out,"
she said softly, rubbing her cheek up and down.  His hands came up and went
into her hair to pull her head back.  He was smirking, that damn sexy smirk
that made her knees weak. 
    "I dare you to try
it," he purred, then nipped her bottom lip.  "Hell, I double dog dare
you."
    She laughed, giving him
little nibbling kisses while his hands tightened in her hair.  "What do I
get if I win?"
    "I could get the guys
to re-enact the shirtless volleyball scene in Top Gun." 
    She froze between kisses. 
"Really?"
    "Yeah and if I win you
and Clytie can have a pillow fight in your underwear."  She burst out
laughing, her face falling back to his chest.
    "You are such a
perve."
    He snorted.  "Like
every guy in that room wasn't thinking the same thing when you two were on the
couch giggling like teenagers."
    She pulled back so she
could see his face.  "They were not!"
    "You want me to take a
poll?"
    Cassie opened her mouth to
speak, and then closed it again.  She thought about it for a minute, blushing
red, and cleared her throat.  Did she have a problem with the hot brigade
having fantasies about her?  "I'm actually OK with that."
    Ben threw back his head and
laughed.  Then he picked her up and twirled her around.  "I love that you
don't pretend anything."  Then he was holding her high in his arms and his
face was uncharacteristically serious.  "Everything is right there for
everyone to see.  No fake, no lies.  Just Cassie.  Goddamn beautiful." 
Then he was kissing her as if he was dying of thirst and she was water in the
desert.
    Cassie wrapped her arms
around his neck and held on.  It was just going to be a kiss, really it was. 
But his lips were so soft and his tongue so hot that she lost track of where
she was, and who else might be buying tickets.  Before she knew it, he had
turned them and pressed himself full body against her using the