when she remembered he’d already told her he wasn’t interested, it turned into a whimper.
Torn between throwing herself into his arms and saying point-blank she wouldn’t be joining some demon harem, she licked her lips and smiled. Well, maybe for one night or even a month—make that a year—she could enjoy his sensual side. His red-eyed gaze fixed on her and he grinned. A-maz-ing. She wriggled her hips, trying to ease the pressure building in her pussy, but he was offering comfort not sex. More’s the pity.
As if he could read her thoughts, Jase sprang away and paced, horns extended, pupils glowing. His skin gleamed with red lights. He stared at Lindy with a hungry gaze and pursed lips. His body… Well, his hard-on showed how much he wanted her. It stood proud in his jeans, and she wanted to lean in, free it, and suck it between her lips. It hurt that this man made her want to do wicked things to his body, but he just wasn’t interested.
“Rein it in and listen,” Saul snapped.
Again Jase rested his hand on her shoulder, and gradually his humanity defeated his demonic nature. His smile was wicked, devilish even, and it gave her a glimpse of his fangs. “Sorry. I got a bit carried away there.”
The way his skin faded from ruby-red back to his normal, olive-skinned complexion fascinated her. She hadn’t known demons could transform that way. Whatever form he took, she wanted him to hold her—or better yet, fuck her. She’d never craved a man’s touch the way she did his. The shame of it was that his demon half wanted her, but the human part of him…didn’t. Demons supposedly discarded lovers like drinkers did empty beer cans. Deep down, she craved faithful and forever. So much for her one-night stand.
He plunked down in the second armchair. One glance in his direction, and her heart beat faster. Body overheating, she managed a smile. Magnificent, beautiful male. I wish he was mine.
A new song filled with love, lust, and longing took root in her heart, but she clamped her lips shut. No way would she let the soft trill of notes spill from her lips, not for a man who couldn’t care less about her. When he sat forward, elbows on his knees, chin between his hands, she longed to switch chairs and snuggle up on his lap. Best of all, if his hard-on was anything to go by, he might still be up for sex. There was nothing dormant about Jase.
For the first time, she understood what drove her sisters when they screwed the males they’d enchanted. She hadn’t known desire was a two-way street, which meant Sirens enjoyed their lovers as much as their lovers enjoyed them. Sure, they had various tricks and games to bring their menfolk to heel, but Lindy had never bothered to learn them.
More’s the pity, she thought as she stared at Jase. Only, she wanted a willing lover, not one bound to her by her song. Besides, no one had ever enthralled a demon.
Lindy curled up in her chair like a wary kitten or maybe a leopard cub waiting to pounce, but she kept her gaze on Saul. “I must be more tired than I thought. I keep wandering off in some sort of daydream. Again, why did Neptune pick on me?”
Merc burst into the room, and the way he was engrossed in his computer tablet made him seem more adolescent teenager than ancient deity. “Did I leave my charger— Oh, great, I’ve interrupted something I shouldn’t, but I thought you’d have told her about Circe by now.”
Steam didn’t come out Saul’s ears, but his frown made the teen back off. And there went Jase, doing that seductive red-skin-and-horn thing again. Damn it, no daydreams. Not when Circe’s involved in this mess.
She shot to her feet as though she’d escaped an electric chair. “What the hell’s Circe got to do with this? You mentioned her earlier, but I thought we were talking hypotheticals and ancient history here. That bitch stood beside Juno and used her magic to rob us of our birthright. On top of everything, she saved Neptune from your
Torn between throwing herself into his arms and saying point-blank she wouldn’t be joining some demon harem, she licked her lips and smiled. Well, maybe for one night or even a month—make that a year—she could enjoy his sensual side. His red-eyed gaze fixed on her and he grinned. A-maz-ing. She wriggled her hips, trying to ease the pressure building in her pussy, but he was offering comfort not sex. More’s the pity.
As if he could read her thoughts, Jase sprang away and paced, horns extended, pupils glowing. His skin gleamed with red lights. He stared at Lindy with a hungry gaze and pursed lips. His body… Well, his hard-on showed how much he wanted her. It stood proud in his jeans, and she wanted to lean in, free it, and suck it between her lips. It hurt that this man made her want to do wicked things to his body, but he just wasn’t interested.
“Rein it in and listen,” Saul snapped.
Again Jase rested his hand on her shoulder, and gradually his humanity defeated his demonic nature. His smile was wicked, devilish even, and it gave her a glimpse of his fangs. “Sorry. I got a bit carried away there.”
The way his skin faded from ruby-red back to his normal, olive-skinned complexion fascinated her. She hadn’t known demons could transform that way. Whatever form he took, she wanted him to hold her—or better yet, fuck her. She’d never craved a man’s touch the way she did his. The shame of it was that his demon half wanted her, but the human part of him…didn’t. Demons supposedly discarded lovers like drinkers did empty beer cans. Deep down, she craved faithful and forever. So much for her one-night stand.
He plunked down in the second armchair. One glance in his direction, and her heart beat faster. Body overheating, she managed a smile. Magnificent, beautiful male. I wish he was mine.
A new song filled with love, lust, and longing took root in her heart, but she clamped her lips shut. No way would she let the soft trill of notes spill from her lips, not for a man who couldn’t care less about her. When he sat forward, elbows on his knees, chin between his hands, she longed to switch chairs and snuggle up on his lap. Best of all, if his hard-on was anything to go by, he might still be up for sex. There was nothing dormant about Jase.
For the first time, she understood what drove her sisters when they screwed the males they’d enchanted. She hadn’t known desire was a two-way street, which meant Sirens enjoyed their lovers as much as their lovers enjoyed them. Sure, they had various tricks and games to bring their menfolk to heel, but Lindy had never bothered to learn them.
More’s the pity, she thought as she stared at Jase. Only, she wanted a willing lover, not one bound to her by her song. Besides, no one had ever enthralled a demon.
Lindy curled up in her chair like a wary kitten or maybe a leopard cub waiting to pounce, but she kept her gaze on Saul. “I must be more tired than I thought. I keep wandering off in some sort of daydream. Again, why did Neptune pick on me?”
Merc burst into the room, and the way he was engrossed in his computer tablet made him seem more adolescent teenager than ancient deity. “Did I leave my charger— Oh, great, I’ve interrupted something I shouldn’t, but I thought you’d have told her about Circe by now.”
Steam didn’t come out Saul’s ears, but his frown made the teen back off. And there went Jase, doing that seductive red-skin-and-horn thing again. Damn it, no daydreams. Not when Circe’s involved in this mess.
She shot to her feet as though she’d escaped an electric chair. “What the hell’s Circe got to do with this? You mentioned her earlier, but I thought we were talking hypotheticals and ancient history here. That bitch stood beside Juno and used her magic to rob us of our birthright. On top of everything, she saved Neptune from your
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