Page 69 of Demon's Beauty

How longwillshe want this? How long do we have?

Will I have to give her up tomorrow?

When we return to court, how long will she stay? How long before her duties back in her own realm draw her away?

No answers.

I’ve got no answers.

Can’t ask her to give me any.

All I have is now, this moment, and desperation grabs me by the throat.

“Stay with me tonight,” I beg between desperate kisses.

I need it as much as I need my next breath.

I don’t care if nothing else happens. I don’t care if we only spend the night kissing and holding each other, or even merely sleeping next to each other as chastely as we did the night I was injured.

I just need her with me.

“Stay with me,” I say again, with a rasp of one fang over her bottom lip and a firm squeeze to her magnificent ass that makes her gasp. “In my tent. Say you’ll stay with me and—”

“Yes.”

“What?” I ask, fully beyond comprehending speech right at the moment

She laughs out loud and pulls back a few inches.

“Yes,” she says, more emphatically this time. “I’ll stay with you tonight.”

Soleil smiles—a genuine smile, a smile every bit as bright as the moon shining down above us—and my heart nearly stops beating in my chest.

I kiss her again, soft and slow and every bit as tender as the sight of that smile makes me feel, as I open a portal and take us back to camp.

21

Soleil

We stumble out of Finn’s portal right on the edge of camp.

It’s late, and nearly everyone has gone to bed, but I glimpse a couple of guards still sitting around the fire as we duck our way through the shadows to his tent.

I feel like a teenager, sneaking around like this—fizzy and giddy and entirely unlike myself as Finn drags me inside and kisses me again.

The space is just as close and personal as it was the last time I was here, but tonight I have no reservations.

At least not any I’m going to listen to.

Not now.

Not tonight.

I don’t want to think about tomorrow or the coven or how all of this ends.

All I want is the demon who wraps his tail around my waist to pull me closer, the one who groans into my mouth when I sweep my tongue over his lips, demanding entry.

Finn is delicious.