A slow, sensual smile spread across Risk’s gorgeous face. “Did we ever what?”
“I-I mean...we aren’t mates too...are we?”
He watched me for an uncomfortably long time, making me fidget in my seat. “Why do you ask?” he finally replied. His grin let me know how much he was enjoying this.
“Never mind,” I mumbled, burying my gaze in my lap.
He was in front of me in an instant, using the crook of his finger to lift up my chin. I stared up at him, unable to blink. “Tell me.”
“Because we’re drawn to you,” I admitted, my face feeling like it was on fire.
“You mean you want to fuck,” he corrected.
“No!” I denied hastily, getting to my feet so I could put some distance between us.
I heard him chuckle behind me. “You’re a terrible liar.”
“I’m just saying—”
Hands wrapped around my waist, and then I was suddenly spun around until we were chest-to-chest, hips to hips. Webs rained down from my fingers as I stared up at him, the heat of his body soaking into me. “You’re just saying that ever since we met, all you can think about is me touching you,” he said, his voice husky, igniting sparks in the pit of my stomach. “Teasing you. Hiking up your leg,” he said, moving to do just that. He yanked my thigh up, my knee automatically hooking around his hip, and then he trailed his hand from my thigh to my ass, squeezing the plush skin. “And then letting you grind your slick, sweet-smelling pussy against my cock.”
I shook my head, trying to deny it. “N-No. I wasn’t.”
“That’s the second lie,” he replied, shaking his head. “Every time you lie, you’re going to owe me a gamble.”
I swallowed hard, feeling my fangs pulse in my mouth. I was suddenly dying of thirst. “What kind of gamble?”
He smiled darkly. “A wager. I bet you right now that you’re fucking soaked through your lace panties. That you’re so wet, your juices would coat my tongue.”
A whimper escaped me, but I couldn’t deny it.
He smirked. “That’s what I thought. Don’t take a chance on lies with a risk demon. You’ll lose every time.”
My core was throbbing. My hips jutted forward, unable to be stopped. I was grinding against him shamelessly, like a wanton woman out of her mind with lust. “Why do I feel like this? Are you making me feel this way?” I asked breathlessly. I’d gotten used to my constant hunger, but this was something else entirely. I wasn’t driven by the need to feed or claim, I was driven by a wanting so crystal clear that it left me shaking.
He shook his head slowly. “That would be a lust demon’s abilities. Not mine. This is...something else,” he murmured. “I feel the pull too. And I believe it’s coming from you.”
“I don’t understand. I’m not using my lure,” I admitted, sounding needy and gasping. I would’ve been embarrassed if I wasn’t so godsdamned horny. My body’s responses were spinning out of control. I was boiling with newfound hunger. Drumming with need. I needed to feed. I needed to fuck. I just needed.
“I’ve always been drawn to Black Widow’s sensual aura. But topside...the fact that you kill all those you fuck unless they’re your mates—that mortal risk is intoxicating to me,” he admitted. “Plus, you’re sinfully sexy.”
So was he. I wanted to strip off his jacket and pop open his fly. I wanted to feel his skin against mine and rake my nails across his back. I wanted to feel him everywhere.
“But it’s more than that,” he went on. “I believe your demon is...trying to make me a mate.”
My eyes widened. “What?”
“Demons mate with those that they desire. With those they are compatible with, and who will also sustain them.”
“Oh my gods, I’m so sorry.” I tried to push away from him, but he continued to hold me against him.
“I think I’m going to let you,” he murmured, shocking the fuck out of me.
“What?” I exclaimed, shaking my head. This was moving so fast, and yet, it felt like I was taking too damn long. Like this was exactly what was supposed to happen. “You don’t even know me. We just met. I was sent here to fucking trap you.”
Solid black smoke rose from his palms, rising around us like we were an inferno. “I’ve decided that I want you,” he said definitively, as if that was all he needed to know. “And I like to take risks.”
“This is crazy,” I stuttered.
“This is delicious,” he countered.
“But I have other mates,” I said, suddenly feeling guilty, though my entire body still ached.
“Mmm, indeed. Would you like them here too, my Wicked Love?”
A sudden vision of having all of them here, worshipping me carnally, feeding me with their blood and their essence, the thought made me combust. I moaned when his fingers brushed against my breasts, zipping sensation spreading through my peaked nipple. My dress was riding up higher and higher, my hips rocking against him.
“Would you like all three of us here to lick you? To touch you, to devour you? To fuck you and feed you until you’re sated and spent?” he asked, every word like a vibrating pulse landing directly onto my clit. “Answer me.”
“Y-Yes,” I admitted. “I want that.”
“Then you’ll have it. Next time,” he added. “Because right now? Right now you’re mine.”
Then he took my mouth.
And I mean he took it. He owned me completely. The kiss was hard, crushing, and utterly possessive. Risk’s tongue didn’t just dip into my mouth or caress my lips. He took me like he was demanding my mouth and dominating my body. I moaned into him, unable to even breathe as my back bent with the weight of his body.
“We have to go back,” I turned my head away from his lips, panting with breath. “Spector is waiting,” I said, even as I leaned forward, starting to trail my lips over his neck like I couldn’t help myself. I
