Poison's Kiss (Deadly Beauties 2)

Zee coughs out his surprise, and then he starts sidestepping. "On that note, this feels more personal than scientific. I'll be heading out. I need a bite anyhow."

"We've got all kinds of food in the fridge," I murmur, using it as an excuse to slice through the thick layer of sexual tension that is coating the air.

The three dark boys laugh at me.

"A bite," Kane says, nipping playfully at my shoulder.

I blush fiercely, feeling like a naive fool as he keeps me pinned down.

"Is that wise right now?" I ask, still trying to break free from Kane's hold.

"I've got it. Kane usually does my recruiting for me, but I think it's time I do it on my own."

He steps out before anyone can say anything else, and Kane turns to look at me.

"Do you have to bite?" I ask curiously.

"No, but I like to. Care to be my willing victim?"

I shake my head vigorously, ignoring the impossibly seductive air around us. Damn incubus can still affect me by projecting.

Dice laughs, but he stands to go open the door. "I'll let you two work. I can't stay in this heat with all the sexual energy sliding out. I'm too full. It's like making a fat man eat a buffet and then forcing a steak down his throat after he's cleaned twenty plates."

Kane drops to the floor, laughing, enjoying the humiliation this is bringing me. I pull my freed hands to my chest as Dice walks out.

"The heat affects him?" I ask, still trying to end our game.

Kane continues laughing, but answers through his chuckles.

"An incubus struggles with heat only when they've filled up on their quota. Apparently, he's stuffed. I feel sorry for him being around us."

Crap.

"Kane, I don't-"

"Easy, girl. Don't get all serious-faced on me just yet. Let's get back to work first."

"What? You don't seriously think I can resist your subduing power, do you?"

"I think it's worth exploring."

I think he's just looking for an excuse to pin me down. Before I can object my two hands are once again clasped in his one as he holds them over my head. He leans down, letting his eyes turn blue, and my body heats to the core.

I should be terrified, not exhilarated. I should be appalled, not so turned on that I'm almost throbbing in anticipation. I don't remember when I turned into such a masochist.

"Stop me and you won't have to endure my touch," he seductively releases, making my stomach knot.

"Kane, this is ridiculous. I'm a witch. You're my biggest weakness."

"Am I?" he asks with his playful tone being both teasing and deliciously provocative.

"You know what I mean," I grumble, struggling ineffectively to use my magic against his subduing force.

He bends lower - the threat of his lips finding mine becoming imminent. I buck my hips when my magic fails me, but he's too strong. I think he actually enjoys the fight. Damn night stalker.

"Do you think you can fight me, or do you secretly want this?" he murmurs softly, finally ending the suspense and crushing my lips with his.

I moan involuntarily as his tongue slips through my lips, and then he grabs me at the hips and pulls me to feel his incredibly firm desire. Primal and carnal ambitions emerge once my hands are free, and my hands tangle in his hair as he pulls me closer.