Demon Blood: A Demon Soul Prequel (The Caine Brothers) Read Online Free Page A

jeans.” She grabbed the plastic sack.
    “A change of subject. Which wasn’t a no. Set my knives out, please. If your offer for a glass of wine still stands, I could use one.” His voice followed her into the bathroom where she rinsed the seawater off his jeans and hung them to dry.
    She busied herself with the task, laying his weapons out on a clean towel in the kitchen before returning to him. “What kind of wine do you prefer? I have a superb white Bordeaux or an excellent California Zinfandel.”
    “I’ll take whatever you have on offer.”
    She studied him, seemingly relaxed on the couch, his head resting against the back. Was he talking about the wine, or her? “Eye drops first. Then wine.”
    “Then your bed.” He sounded way too sure of himself. She found it way too attractive.
    “How much demon are you?” She clapped her hand over her mouth, mortified that she’d blurted out the question.
    “Like Hannah said, I’m not going to kill you. And I have no wish to spill your blood. That’s not how I run.” He put his hands behind his head and stretched out. “I think we’d have fun together. Trust me, I don’t want to eat you, except in purely a sexual sense.”
    She twisted her hands together and paced in the small space between the couch and the bookshelf. “I won’t let simple lust distract me from my training goals. I can’t afford that.”
    “Marie-Therese. There is nothing simple about lust. And there is definitely nothing simple about the lust between us. If you think otherwise, you’re wrong.”
    He hadn’t shifted, hadn’t moved from his position of total relaxation, but the bulge in his borrowed scrubs had definitely grown larger.
    Her body pulsed in response.
    “It’s not like we can run out there right now and kick demon ass,” he added. “I can’t see, and you’re wounded. Tomorrow we can be big fighting ninjas, when we’re both healthy. Right now? Rest and sex is on the agenda. Not necessarily in that order.
    Silly of her to think he’d hurt her. Stupid of her not to take advantage of his current sightless condition. She allowed herself a smile then and kicked off her shoes and socks. “Perhaps,” she purred, and pulled the bottle of eye drops out of her pocket. “So now, I am going to straddle you, and put the eye drops in.”
    “If you straddle me, I can’t guarantee we’ll get to the wine.”
    She remembered the doctor’s warning that the drops tended to sting. “We shall see,” she temporized, and moved to the couch where he sat. She put one knee up on it next to him, and his hands came to her hips to steady her as she settled on top of him.
    His hands were big and strong, holding her hips not too tightly, but definitely firmly. She got the sense that if she wanted, he would let her go in a heartbeat. That thought gave her the courage to continue.
    “Lean your head back and keep your eyes closed. I will remove the sleep mask, open one eye and put the drops in, and then do the same to the other eye. Do you understand?”
    “I am yours to command. For now.”
    The answer caused her to tremble, there was so much dark passion in it. She took a breath and removed the sleep mask. Opening the bottle, she leaned forward, her breasts brushing his chest as she settled her hand on his face, finger and thumb gently bracketing one eye.
    “Here we go.” She pulled his eye open and squeezed the bottle. Let go, and he blinked hard, muttered curses under his breath. She repeated it with the other eye. Sitting back, she capped the bottle and put it aside before settling the sleep mask back over his eyes, and became aware of his hands on her hips, pressing her down against his erection. She raised her eyebrows even as she smiled and gripped his shoulders.
    “So putting drops in your eyes gets you hard?”
    “No,” he growled. “Having a sexy, witchy Fae pressing her breasts against me gets me hard. You have a problem with that?” He moved to pull the sleep mask off and she