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wasn’t normal. She shook her head. No, she was human. She had to be. Doubt filled her about everything, including his intentions. “You don’t want to be bonded with me?” He wanted to fuck her, the hard proof inside her, but an eternity together was a long time.
    “I want it more than anything.” He pressed a tender kiss upon her forehead.
    She looked up at him warily. He was being very nice for a blood demon. “Because you’d be all powerful.”
    “Because I’d no longer be alone.” His red gaze slid from hers. A blush bloomed on his cheekbones. “I’m powerful enough,” he boasted, his rocking increasing in intensity.
    She hung onto his shoulders as he labored over the top of her. He’d no longer be alone. She was alone also. It wasn’t a declaration of love but then she doubted demons could love. “I… am… human,” she insisted, panting with his thrusts, her passion building.
    He stilled while deep inside her and frowned down at her. “In the morning, we’ll see a friend of mine. If anyone can give you a new pendant, he can. Is that satisfactory, woman?” he growled.
    She wriggled, her pussy demanding movement. “My mind says it’s satisfactory, but my body wants more.” She pushed up with her hips. “Finish what you’ve started, demon.”
    He thrust hard, and she cried out. “I can’t fuck you and talk at the same time.” He pounded into her, the bed sliding forward with the impact. “Make your choice, vessel.”
    “Here’s my choice.” Her fingernails dug into his clenched ass cheeks, spurring him into furious action. His body tinted red. Her heart beat fast, her body trembling. She’d provoked the demon.
    He didn’t shift completely but her pussy paid the price for her insolence. He pleasured her body into submission. The bedsprings squeaked a noisy compliance. She met each buck with one of her own, their bodies slapped together until her skin was raw and angry. It was a primitive display of power and dominance.
    She held on as long as she could, stubbornly challenging him with her resistance, but when he angled his big body to rub directly against her clit, she knew her defeat was imminent. He had loved her half a dozen times before and had learned what she liked. All it took was a deep thrust, a sweep of his tongue over her nipple, and a coarse fingertip on her clit, and she screamed her surrender, flinging herself up into his arms.
    He caught her, shouting his triumph, filling her with his essence, before crashing back down to the mattress. Her breath whooshed from her chest.
    He rolled, rubbing his hands soothingly over her back. “You are mine, Kayla.”
    She didn’t know what that meant but she was too tired to ask. Her eyes closed as he held her safe in his arms.

 
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
    “She was invisible to demons, you say?” Fridleif pushed his glasses back up his nose, flipping through dusty tomes, the paper crackling under his fingers.
    “Not invisible. I could see her, but I thought she was human.” Max placed a protective hand over Kayla’s T-shirt-covered stomach. Upon their arrival, the Elf had cast a spell over the crowded hut. Knowing that magic wasn’t always effective, Max continued to monitor for other demons, sniffing the air for their odor. He wasn’t taking any chances.
    “I am human,” Kayla repeated for the hundredth time that day.
    Max’s fingers spread over the soft cotton. Wearing a pendant wouldn’t change what she was, but it would allow her time to adjust. When she did embrace her new identity, he’d be there. She was his.
    “Vessel, vessel, vessel,” the elderly being mumbled to himself, scanning the books. “Got it. Spells to protect vessels.” His glasses dropped on his hooked nose. He pushed them back up. “Here it is, a concealment spell. Only a demon destined to love the vessel can break it.” His face twisted in a crooked grin. “Maximus, you surprise me, demon. I always pegged you as a fighter, not a