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her again. It was harder to resist him than it was Gabriel, which
made her want to weep. She didn’t understand it. It wasn’t possible
she was meant for Darkyn. He nudged her head once more. She refused
him.
    “Rules,” he reminded her.
    “Fuck your rules,” she said. “And fuck you
if you think I’ll ever volunteer to be bound to you.”
    “That’s why I have insurance.”
    He pulled her into his body, and the
intensity of the strange hunger within her expanded. She focused on
what he said to keep herself distracted from the yearning growing
in her body. She felt his arousal against her backside, while his
other hand rested on the bare skin of her hip. Hot nips started
down the side of her neck. Overwhelmed, she instinctively tilted
her head in submission, exposing her neck to him.
    “I don’t lose deals, Deidre,” he repeated.
“You were bound last night.”
    The images he placed in her mind were of her
arching beneath him, crying out his name, while he drank from her.
She recalled biting him and the taste of his blood. It was thick in
her mouth, slightly sweet, and made her ravenous. It was her fever
dream without the heaviness of illness to blur it.
    “No,” she said. “You’re messing with
me.”
    Darkyn responded by removing his hand from
her body. He ran one finger along her lips. She felt a drop of
warmth and instinctively licked it. Warm, sweet.
    Him.
    Her hunger became crippling. She wrenched
away from him, desire and thirst making her head reel.
    “Look in the mirror,” he said, nodding his
head towards the wardrobe. “You’ve got the demon marking
already.”
    Deidre fled to it, needing something to
bolster the defenses that were dropping too fast. She yanked the
wardrobe open and turned to peer over her shoulder.
    She had two markings on her back: One
burgundy, the familiar Immortal mating tattoo, and the new one
black, positioned directly beneath the original. Both displayed
Darkyn’s name. Shocked, she wasn’t able to move.
    “You will never have a chance with Gabriel,
even when you win your deal.” Darkyn touched her arm again, his
cool energy making her snap.
    “You son of a bitch!” she whispered. “I will
never say those words!” Deidre slapped him hard. Darkyn’s tongue
flickered out to catch the drop of blood from the corner of his
mouth.
    She raised a hand to slap him again, but he
grabbed her. Any control she had slid away. She struggled against
him, not caring what he did to her now that he’d taken away her
only real hope of leaving.
    He kissed her. The taste of the blood in his
mouth ensnared her instantly. She stilled, arrested by the flavor
and texture. All conscience effort to think fled and was replaced
by a new instinct, the primal need to feed. He released her. Deidre
took his face in her hands, hungrily trying to taste more of him as
she explored his mouth with fervor.
    Only when every last lingering fleck of
blood was gone did her ability to think return. She dropped back on
her heels, staring up at him in surprise. Darkyn’s dark eyes
glowed. His fangs were out, his attention riveted to her.
    “Blood bond,” he said quietly. “The original
bond from the time-before-time. Demons are the only who still
practice it. Immortals and deities have mating marks. Demons have
blood marks. I am both a deity and a demon, which means you have
both. Insurance.” He stepped away, towards the bed, peeling off his
shirt as he went.
    Deidre couldn’t register what he said and
how permanent he claimed it was.
    “I know you are hungry. Come feed with
me.”
    She drank blood! Horrified, Deidre
started toward the door. She needed to run away, far away, until
this nightmare was over.
    Darkyn stopped where he was and lifted a
hand. He slid a fingernail across the pad of his thumb.
    The scent of blood was crippling.
    She tried to turn away,
but the smell filled her senses with inhuman hunger and
desperation. Deidre sank to the floor, not trusting herself. She
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