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Sweet Ruin (Immortals After Dark 16)

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The wench covered a yawn.

His grin faded.

“I might meet you,” she said, “if you agreed to talk with me over coffee.”

As a prelude to sex? What the hells could he discuss with her, a woman he planned to bed? He got tunnel-visioned at that point.

She added, “I’m not a big coffee drinker myself, but isn’t that what people do?”

Her desire to talk must be a ploy of some kind. Otherwise, this would mean a female wanted something of him . . . other than sex? No, that made zero sense. “What would we discuss?” He laid his palm against the wall over her head. “You’ll tell me your truth, and I’ll tell you a lie?”

A shadow crossed her face. “All my truths are lies.”

Curiosity flooded him. Bloody fascinating female. He reached forward to brush her hair over her shoulder. Her little ear was blessedly rounded on top. Two small rings decorated the helix, highlighting the perfect curve.

He bit back a groan. To a male like him, that couldn’t be sexier. He wanted to kiss her ears, nuzzle and nip them. “Look at those piercings. Any hidden ones on your body?”

“Yes.” A single word. Succinct. No additional explanation.

Just enough to send his imagination into overdrive. His claws dug into the brick wall. “If I meet you, I’ll seduce you to do more than talk.”

She exhaled as if she’d reached the end of her patience with him. Which, again, made zero sense. Rune elicited many responses from females: lust, possessiveness, obsession. Never exasperation.

“You’ve gotta be satisfied after four babes.”

“Those nymphs were a warm-up. I’m called Rune the Insatiable for a reason. I’m never satisfied,” he told her honestly, as if this were a good thing. He jested with his compatriots, but in reality, his existence could get exhausting. Always seeking the next conquest, the next secret . . .

He’d considered hibernating after this Accession.

Then he’d remembered he would need at least five hundred years to savor his victories.

He leaned down to rasp at her lovely ear, “Maybe you’ll be the one to sate me at last.” If it hadn’t happened in millennia, he didn’t expect it to now, but tarts ate that line up. He dangled the prospect because Lore females liked challenges.

This one pressed her hot palms to his chest, digging in her black nails. “You wanna know a truth?” She held his gaze. Her eyes were mesmerizing, her hazel irises flecked with brilliant blue and amber.

Finally they were getting somewhere! “I do.”

In a breathy whisper, she said, “Maybe I wouldn’t give a good goddamn if you were sated or not.”

Sexiest voice. Bitchy words. “What are you?”

“You really don’t know?”

He shook his head, but she was already looking past him, her interest turned off in an instant.

“I’m done here.” She patted his chest, then sidled under his arm. “Later, Rune.”

“Wait, I didn’t catch your name.”

She walked backward, flashing him a dazzling smile. “Because I didn’t toss it, sport. Only good boys get rewards.” She pivoted to saunter away from him.

His lips parted in disbelief as she strutted down the street. She turned every head, leaving mortal males agog. Rune’s muscles tensed to pursue her, but he ruthlessly quelled the urge.

He’d become the master of his impulses. For the first hellish centuries of his life, his body and his mind had been commanded by another.

No longer.

But the damage had been done. He’d grown so detached during his early abuse that he’d felt like two separate beings. And one was dead.

Rune had stifled the fire within himself for so long, he’d extinguished it. And yet his heart thundered in his ears as he watched his voyeur melt into the crowd.

SIX

Jo could still feel Rune’s gaze on her back, so she kept up her casual pace down the street.

She’d just met another freak! Had talked to one!

But even he hadn’t known what she was. So she’d ended her encounter with the womanizing dark fey, the dogged one obsessed with sex. He truly would have lined her up like those others, making Jo fifth of the night (if not more).

Now that she knew what to look for, she would find other paranormal-type people, more knowledgeable ones.

Despite his arrogance, she burned to glance back. Were all male freaks that conceited? Were they all so seductive?

The more she’d talked with him, the more attractive he’d grown. She’d watched that calm, steady pulse point of his beating faster and faster as they’d bantered. And she’d dug the hints of tattoos peeking up from his collar and the ancient-looking silver bands he wore on most of his fingers. When he’d lifted his hair to reveal one slightly pointed ear (which was badass), she’d seen that the sides of his head were partially shaved (also badass).

And, good God, that man could wear leather. His powerful, lean legs had stretched his pants just right, as had his huge cock—which he’d put her freaking hand on! The temptation to keep rubbing it had almost won out.

Even if she hadn’t witnessed him in action, she’d deem his look: bad-boy lady-killer with a big, swinging dick.

His grin had been so sexy she’d had to cover her gasp with a feigned yawn.

Yet more than just his appearance attracted her. Beneath the smell of sex and nymphs, his innate scent was irresistible. Like leather and evergreen.

After one hit of that, she’d had the urge to kiss him, despite his poison. She could’ve reached up and fisted his cool hair, yanking him down to kiss until her fangs sliced his tongue.



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