A Demon's Dark Embrace: An Elite Guards Novel by Amelia Hutchins Page B

looked down as something curled around his ankle and meowed. Found the pussy. He smiled; yeah, he was a pussy fucking magnet. He carefully pushed the cat with a gentle foot and smiled as Olivia’s face lit up as she caught sight of the cat.
    “Damn, Kit, you gave me a scare. You know they’ll boot you out if they discover I took you in. The Guild doesn’t allow animals in the apartments,” she chided lovingly, and Ristan narrowed his eyes on her.
    He shook off the thoughts that popped in his head. She loved animals; who said the Mages wouldn’t love them as well? Who says evil people didn’t have pets? He moved further into the apartment, listening as she started singing along to the radio while watering her plants and chattering to them. For such a quiet little thing, she had a lot bottled up in there that she seemed to only feel comfortable saying to the cat and plants. She had a small snack in her kitchen, cleaned up, and then she moved into the same room as he was currently heading into.
    He watched her from the empty corner of her small, but perky, bedroom. More of the frames with images of the model families filled them, even in here. Only one frame hadn’t been bought and placed directly on the wall.
    A picture of a woman with a pregnant swollen belly and coppery hair was on her nightstand. The woman’s eyes were a vivid aqua blue, and if he guessed right, it was Olivia’s mother. The background setting showed a little farmhouse with a white picket fence that surrounded it. By the vivid coloring of the tree leaves, he guessed it was taken somewhere in New England.
    His eyes slid back to the woman at hand, and he paused. She was undressing. Fucking hell, he should look away. Right? He looked to the door and found the cat watching him carefully. Yeah, he knew he should leave, but he couldn’t muster the willpower to actually go.
    Not like he could if he actually wanted to. Sifting inside the Guild was something he had never tried. It was well-known that there were wards in place to prevent Fae from sifting in or out and he had never wanted to give them a hint of his being inside of the walls of the Guild. Too much rode on him being here.
    Instead, he moved closer to the wall in the corner of the bedroom and slid down it. She had porcelain skin, almost alabaster in color, with a few beautifully placed freckles. He held his breath as she lifted the shirt and revealed a simple white lacy bra that was sheer enough that he could make out pink nipples that begged to be nipped and pinched.
    What the fuck was wrong with him? He preferred exotic women, ones who enjoyed kinky fuckery, things like nipple clamps and other toys that could make a woman scream as she discovered new passions. He swallowed as she stepped out of her skirt, and yes, his eyes slid to the thin slice of fabric that barely contained the wispy red curls of her sex.
    Fuck me, she’s perfect, Ristan said in his head, his eyes taking in her slim thighs and firm backside. She rummaged through the closet and tossed a few things on the bed before she bent over the dresser as she searched for something.
    He waited as she left the room, and it wasn’t until he heard the bathwater that he actually groaned. He caught it and ran a frustrated hand over his face. Hadn’t he considered that she’d come home and bathe? No, because he hadn’t thought that far ahead.
    The cat moved further into the room and jumped on the dresser. Its green eyes centered on Ristan as it lay down and watched him from its lofty perch. The little bastard was looking at him accusingly. He frowned, but c’mon, it wasn’t like he’d followed its mistress into the bathroom, which was exactly what he’d wanted to do.
    He stood up and went to the door, his eyes scanning the rooms before settling on one that looked like an office. He entered it, uncaring that he was being stealthily trailed by the curious feline. He was almost to the office when he heard a soft moan, and his head