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her hips into him. Lips parted, face flushed, body needy, she was beautiful.
    He kept his pace steady, wanting to prolong this moment. He’d been with hundreds of females over the years, all different species, and especially at the fertile times. But something about Saige was different.
    She moaned his name, and it was like a siren call. He pumped faster and his need spiraled out of control. Everything about her was warm and encouraging. He didn’t know a thing about her other than her name and race, but he couldn’t get enough.
    “Fuck!” he yelled as his body detonated. She gasped and shuddered, fingernails digging into his biceps as he thrust so hard her shoulders repeatedly bounced off the wall. But all Lash demons had accelerated healing abilities, so any bruises she might get from this hot fuck session would be gone soon.
    With a small cry, she came apart with him. Her breath was choppy and sweet and she clung to him as their heartrates came back down. With her legs still wrapped around him, she rested her cheek against his chest, rubbing, as she had done when those assholes had pushed into her back at the bar. The gesture indicated a familiarity between them that they obviously didn’t have, but it was kind of sweet. Not what he’d expect from a female who was here at Hades for the same reason he was.
    Unless she wanted something long term. Some females did try to find their mates during the fertile season. But no. His sex life was comprised of quickies and one night stands. Nothing more. Hence, the condoms. Lash demons were only fertile twice a year and Tanner wasn’t taking any chances.
    Better to put her down and walk away.
    Her arms tensed around his shoulders as if she knew what he was thinking. But when she lifted her head, her kiss-swollen lips and sated smile made him hesitate. Maybe they could meet up again the next night. The seasonal lust would still linger for a day or two.
    She wiggled, and he set her down. She pulled a piece of the torn thong from where it had gotten shoved in a fold of her pants and arched a brow at him.
    “Sorry about that.” He rubbed the back of his neck.
    A sultry grin tugged at her mouth. “It was worth it.” She pulled on the one pant leg she’d managed to remove, then slipped her foot into the high heel she’d kicked off.
    Tanner couldn’t help it. Saige was standing there with no top, in skin tight leather pants with no goddamn panties. She wore a Goth style silver choker that had coursed with shots of green light out in the main room. If he thought she was fuckable ten minutes ago, now that he’d had a taste, she was an irresistible temptation.
    “So, um…” She retrieved her corset and wrapped the thing around herself, pulling the zipper up. She adjusted the front, leaning forward slightly and cupping her breasts in the process, and he groaned. He was sure she didn’t mean it like a tease, but damn. “It was nice meeting you, Tanner.”
    Nice meeting you? Right, because everyone at this damn club was here for sex and nothing more. Except the females who wanted mates. He cleared his throat. What was he thinking? He wouldn’t see her again. “Yeah. You too.”
    She gave him a small smile, like she was waiting for something. Did she want him to be chivalrous and open the door? He reached for it-
    “Hey, um.” She caught his hand, stopping him. “You, uh, need to…” She looked at his gaping fly, which he’d forgotten to close.
    “Shit.” He tossed the used rubber in a trash can among a hundred others and righted his clothing. “That coulda been embarrassing.”
    Her eyes twinkled. “No, not for you. The nymphs would take it as an invitation.”
    He grunted. Nymphs were fun, but they fucked almost anything in sight.
    Saige opened the door and he followed her out. Loud music still boomed and bodies writhed. When they reached the bar, she turned and smiled, her choker glinting in the colored light of the club. “See you around.”
    He nodded. “Take