Ravenous

Still, her instincts were sending off flares like an exploding ammunitions dump.

He tilted his head to one side, a flirtatious gesture. 'Do you have room for dessert?'

'You are obsessed with food and eating!' she protested, pointing her fork at their half-finished lunch.

Mac blushed, as if she had truly embarrassed him. 'Yeah, I seem to have a real appetite lately.'

'This is delicious, but—'

'No, no,' he said, hopping up to remove their plates. 'I made too-large portions. We have to save room.'

Holly jumped up to wrest her plate away. It was still full of steamy, delicious eggs, and she wasn't ready to relinquish it. 'Give that back!'

He set the plates on the counter and put himself between Holly and her lunch, his face full of mischief. 'Too tasty to waste, eh?'

He grabbed her, holding her loosely, playfully. The feel of his hands sent a thrill up her spine, a mix of alarm and involuntary pleasure. Mac was solid and warm, his breath spicy with the scents of wine and tarragon. Holly put her hands on his shoulders, remembering the hot pressure of his lips the night he had cooked her dinner.

'I'm taken,' she reminded him, her voice firm.

'So you said, but you're such a good kisser, I was hoping I'd get one for the road.'

His hands slid behind Holly's back, pulling her tight. 'Hey!' she protested, trying to wrench away.

He kissed her lightly, not on the mouth but everywhere else—eyes, cheeks, throat. The contact was firm but soft, a savoring more than a taking. He pressed into her as if the sheer act of touching were the most important thing in the world.

What's going on here? Holly opened her senses. The flood of his need hit her, filled with uncertainly, loneliness, desperate hunger for human touch.

Holly reeled. 'Whoa! Slow down!'

In their squirming, they had turned until her back was against the counter. She could feel the metal rim pressing into her spine, putting an edge of discomfort into the moment. She braced her hands against his shoulders and started to push.

It had no effect. Alarm squeezed her breath, threatening to snowball into panic. As little as she wanted to, she would have to use real force. Holly started to gather her magic, but then his lips met hers. A tingling flowed from her toes up through her belly, making her a lightning rod for ecstatic energy. A feeling of life surged through her, blossoming in her chest and throat and coming to a pinpoint of rapture in their lips.

Delight prickled along her nerves. This was not merely an effusion of lust, though that was an important part of the sensation. There was something more going on.

Oh, Goddess. The charms she had tucked into her clothes were starting to heat up, burning where they touched her flesh.

Demon? That's not possible!

There had to be a mistake. She still didn't want to risk hurting Mac. Holly used her magic gently, just enough to push him away. 'What kind of a kiss was that?'

Mac fell back a step. His eyes, already dark and liquid, seemed to be all pupil. They were both breathing hard. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. 'That was incredible.'

'What were you doing?'

'It feels wonderful!' he panted. 'You have so much power, and it tastes just like I imagined it would.'

Holly braced herself against the counter. 'What the hell?'

A slow smile lit Mac's face, reaching his eyes with a mix of pleasure and craftiness. 'That was just a sample of what I can do. Say yes and I'll do it all again.'

He took her hand, running his fingers down the length of her palm in a slow, erotic glide.

'Omigod,' she breathed, trying to banish the sensation of his touch, but failing. His hands felt hot, full of sensuous fever. If he could accomplish this much with hand-holding…

'Yes is good,' he murmured. 'Yes is everything I can do for you.'

For one moment his pull was stronger than the protective magic of the charms. She stepped into his arms, giving an upward slide along his hip as she moved. As he moaned, she felt a surge of that exquisite energy pass between them, turning her belly into a liquid, molten ache.

The moment wavered, poised like a drop of water about to fall. Holly yearned to fall, biblically speaking, right along with it. But even as she unraveled in Mac's expert hands, the power of the house beat against her own, knocking, waking her up. The charms hidden in her clothes burned hot.

Holly shook her head, unscrambling her thoughts. 'Stop!'

It came out as much a moan as a command. Mac took a deep breath, his power crawling like static all over her flesh. He has power. When did he get power? But that energy felt so good. Sweet Hecate, it's hard to stop.

She felt the walls of the house pressing down on her, unraveling his hold on her. Like an invisible shell the magic she had put into the wards came flooding back to shield her from harm.

'No,' she whispered. 'No, no. I have a lover. I told you that.'

'But I want to devour you,' he whispered back, his words the merest movement of his lips. Holly could hear him fine, though. He was in her head, uninvited. Groping on the counter behind her, she picked up a knife, bringing it around slowly until she pricked his chin. 'I'm not part of your gourmet menu.'

Mac snatched air in a quick, surprised breath. With glacial slowness he released her. 'I used to be better at self-denial.'

'What's happened to you?'

'My id got an upgrade.' Then he grabbed for her knife hand faster than she could lash out. Hot before, now his touch was clammy as his fingers closed around her wrist. Holly tried to wrench free, but his grip was as strong as a vampire's. Feeling drained from her fingers, and the knife dropped from her hand, spinning under the table.

'Mac, don't do this! I don't want to have to hurt you!' Trapped against the counter, she stayed still as a hunted rabbit, but coiled her power inside, ready.

'You wouldn't.'

'I would,' she replied hoarsely, fear knotting her throat. 'I don't want to, but I'll get the job done. I'm not as nice as you think.'

'I'm not as bad as you think, either.'

'Prove it.'

For a long time Mac held his eyes closed, mastering himself. Holly's skin grew cold as the heat between them soured into a chill, damp terror. Finally he opened his eyes and released Holly's wrist. 'There, you see?'

She wormed out from beneath him, edging down the side of the counter. His eyes were still wide and dark with need. She could see carnal desire trumping reason even as he spoke.

'Holly, admit you want me. We want each other. I can taste it.' His lips curled back from his teeth as he leaned closer again.

She raised her hand to hold him back. 'Perhaps,' she said, 'but I'm invoking my right to be coy.'

'But I need you.' His nostrils flared, an ember of temper flaring somewhere beneath layers of charm.

Goddess, I hate bad dates. The air in the house was growing heavy, the many amulets hidden in Holly's clothes humming against her skin, releasing their charge. Memories were flooding back: Mac sick, the ambulance, the hospital, the blonde in the red hoodie. She blocked my memories. There was nothing wrong with my magic at all!

'That demon got to you, didn't she? What did you call her? Jenny?'

'Geneva.' His mouth twisted as he said it, as if the name were a delightful wound. 'You'll come to know her when it's time. She wants me to take you to her, Holly. She made me strong to do her bidding. And through me she's tasted you. You'll bow to her when she calls. I did. I couldn't help myself.'

Holly's heart seemed to judder with shock. He's Turned. This Geneva made him into a demon. I've failed him so badly. 'So was that what the little shindig in the graveyard was all about? A retrieval team?'

'I tried force. Now I've tried persuasion.'

'Try making yourself go away.'