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sinful, and my mind glugged, as if water filled my braincase. The inside of his mouth was hot, his lips slick, his teeth sharp and salty. His tongue chased mine, wrapped, tugged. I drank him, tension dragging a sharp ache from my sex. Oh, yes. Don’t wake me up just yet. . . .
    Hang on. What did he say?
    Belated shock spiked me, and I broke off, my nipples tweaking hard. “You don’t mean . . . the Kane? As in, demon-lord-more-money-than-god-send-my-skanky-ass-to-hell-if-I-piss-you-off Kane?”
    He sniffed my breasts, his tongue hungry on my wet top. “Changed your mind, strawberry girl?”
    My nerves twitched to wriggle off him and run. I knew he’d compelled me. I knew I didn’t normally act like this. My common sense smothered me, cloggy like glue, and for a moment I inhaled it and choked for air. But my instinct for fun squirmed like a wet worm to be free, and longing bubbled inside me, melting my ice-walled fear.
    A sexy, powerful demon didn’t pick me up every day. No one picked me up most of the time, and part of me wanted everyone to see this. I wanted to show Azure she wasn’t the only one who attracted classy guys. I wanted Blaze to see I didn’t live for his sparkle-drenched come-ons, and I wanted Indigo to know that just because I wasn’t good enough for him didn’t mean everyone else thought I was a waste of space.
    And Kane was a gang lord from hell, not a fairyslasher or a murderer. So long as I kept my mouth shut and didn’t do anything stupid, everything would be okay. Right?
    Besides, if I didn’t get laid soon, I’d probably melt.
    “Change my mind? No way, beautiful.” I fluttered and slid my hands underneath me to get at him. No one would mind if we screwed right here. Enough people were doing it on the couches and the dance floor. Besides, this guy owned the world. He could do whatever he wanted, and he wanted to do me.
    My pulse surged, flattered, and my bruised heart swelled. So there, Indigo. Tell me I’m not good enough now.
    I parted damp black cloth, and his smooth hard flesh sizzled on my palm. I shivered, dripping all over with sweat and watery desire. Oh, yeah. Gimme that, hot and hard and deep.
    But Kane dragged my hand away. “No. My turn. Tell me if you like it.” He wrapped one arm around my hips so I couldn’t move, and slid sharp fingers beneath my underwear.
    His fingertip slid along my wet flesh, searching. Hot relief washed me, and sensation took root, spreading, intensifying into pleasure that worked through my muscles deep into my bones. I sighed, shifting to let him in. He stroked me, circling my entrance with a teasing finger-nail, and then unerringly found my most sensitive spot and tortured it.
    I gasped at exquisite pressure, my flesh swelling hard under his touch. He caressed the perfect spot, so accurate, it was spooky. Sensation scalded like boiling water, so good, I groaned. He pressed harder, faster. Tension coiled hard inside me, a sharp delicious ache that only hurt worse and felt better. I couldn’t breathe. I was trapped. My water gushed, soaking his clever hand to the wrist, and a too-abrupt orgasm crashed into my belly like a waterfall. I gasped and clutched at his hair, my wings jerking.
    When the pressure subsided, I caught my breath with a sigh. Wow. That was . . . mechanical. Unpleasant. Humiliating. I wanted to do it again right away.
    “Tell me if you liked it.” Kane tickled me with a sharp claw.
    My muscles spasmed again, and I pushed his fingers away with a breathless giggle. I was so taking him home. “Gimme a moment. Why d’ya keep asking that? Bruised ego?”
    He just stared, and crushed my hand in his, licking his lips. “Maybe she lied. Tell me.”
    My happy heart deflated, just by a whisper. Did his girlfriend dump him? Did she fake it? Tell him he’s a shitty lover? Maybe he doesn’t really think I’m sexy. Maybe I’m just a revenge shag.
    The idea gave me shivers all over again. Well, so’s he, kinda. And why the hell not?