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spots.” He
arched an eyebrow. She had warm spots that he would like to explore
himself: he thought of licking that pink sex and was pleased to see
that she squirmed.
    “Aroused, femi?” he asked.
    “Bastard,” she hissed.
    He shrugged. Maybe he was, but he was the
bastard who had decided that she needed to leave the mines alive.
She might not appreciate his decisions now, but she would—later,
when she had returned to this ship and this Agency of hers.
    “Not just snakes,” he admitted.
    Her head whipped around. “There are more
traps?”
    “Of course.” He had mentioned, had he not,
that Pharon’s demons never failed? Ever. “Many of the demons will
move to blocks the exits from the mines.” She nodded, fiddling with
her handheld. He doubted that the device could magically pinpoint
for her all of the mine’s many entrances and exits, but perhaps her
technology was greater than he believed.
    Without taking her eyes from the device, she
swore. “Damn.”
    He nodded grimly. “The remainder of the
demons will, of course, be headed here.” His eyes held hers calmly.
“This time, there will be no games. This time, my brothers will
consider you to have been warned by your previous encounter with
our kind.”
    “And?” Her voice sounded abnormally loud in
the silence of the tunnel.
    He pulled her up against his hard chest. One
large hand stroked the curve of her throat with soft menace.
    “The summer heat drives all our kind
strongly. Since their orders will be to kill you and since their
blood will be heated unbearably,” he shrugged, “I imagine that they
will either fuck you until they kill you, or they will devise
sadistic pleasures of their own that will ease their heated
blood—and still see you dead by morning light.”
    Fine. She’d been warned. But why?
    “Convince me,” he said, leaning back against
the rock wall.
    Apparently she was going to have an
opportunity to practice what her brothers preached: a little sexual
roguery in the interests of a clean escape and total getaway.
“What,” she asked, her voice sinking to a low rasp, “would I have
to do to convince you?”
    Her eyes flicked to the enormous bulge in his
black loincloth. The small scrap of material wrapped snugly around
his hips, leaving little to the imagination. The heavy crest of his
cock strained above the fabric; the dark plum-colored tip with its
small drop of clear liquid beading the tip fascinated her with his
obvious need. For her.
    “Everything. You would have to do everything.
Would you have sex with a demon again, my Bennu?”
    He stroked his hand down her arm, massaging
the muscles and tugging gently on her fingertips, releasing a small
sting of pleasure. Relaxing and arousing her. She wanted him to
repeat that same stroke until he buried his fingers in her sex,
petting and pinching until she exploded around him.
    “You can ask me.” He stared at her, noting
her interest. “And I will give you pleasure. You are my chosen
mate. It is my duty. My pleasure.”
    Yes, he would.
    He had.
    “You have three minutes before the other
demons arrive. You must make a choice. Three minutes.” His hand
shaped her breast, parting the blacksuit until it fell back around
her waist. Teasing the nipple, building the heat in her. “I can
pleasure you. Or,” he pinched her nipple in a sweet burst of pain,
“you can pleasure me. Make the right choice, my Bennu, and maybe I
will not abandon you to their less than tender mercies.”
    She placed her hands deliberately on his
chest, feeling the hot burning muscles leap beneath her touch. “Are
you so merciless to your mates? Show me,” she purred. “Why don’t
you show me what they will do to me?”
    ”They will savage these,” he promised. He
took her nipple into his hot mouth. She could feel the heat
transferring from him. Building.
    She pushed the blacksuit off, feeling the
teasing trickle of beads of sweat rolling down her exposed flesh.
The heat was incredible “Doesn’t