Fate's Wish(9)

There was no guilt or shame for Shar. From the moment she’d laid eyes on him, she’d always loved and wanted Zahir.

He was still deep inside her when he lifted his head to look into her eyes. The full black always turned her on. She’d always known he was different, but then again so was she. But she didn’t know what he was anymore.

“A demon.”

The quiet words slammed through her as she stared at him. Her guesses had never placed him on that side. She’d thought of other supernaturals, but demons were known for their powers and lack of control. They were rated by levels. She gulped.

“There is no level for one like me.”

What on earth should she say to that? Congratulations? I’m sorry? How come you don’t have a tail?

His lips twitched.

“Are you reading my mind?”

His smile dimmed. “I’m not trying to. You project your thoughts, and it’s easy for me to pick them up. Stop thinking so loud.”

Frowning, she pressed. “Can you read my mind?”

He stared at her for a moment. The black in his eyes gave way to a dark chocolate brown. “Yes, I can.”

He stepped away from her. She fought the urge to hurl herself back in his arms. The loss of body heat and his being inside her made her heart ache.

Power sizzled through her. She motioned her torn clothing toward her. The garments lifted off the ground and flew right into her hands. She smiled in delight. Concerned over how much power she might have, she whispered a small spell and watched the fabric mend itself to its original state. Her thoughts turned to do the same to his torn clothing. Within minutes they were both fully dressed.

He gave her a strange look. “I guess sex might be the answer to your problem after all.”

She gaped at him. How did he know that?

He shrugged. “I heard Luthian tell you.”





Chapter Six





No longer fascinated by his mind-reading abilities, she frowned. “Stop doing that. It’s damn annoying. And for the record, I do not agree with that being the answer to my problem. I’ve had enough sex to know it is not the cure to everything.” She’d rather cut off her tongue than admit to him he was right.

In two quick steps he was in front of her, his eyes blazing red. “Who have you been sleeping with? That pathetic piece of shit neighbor of yours?”

“Who?” What the hell was he talking about? Ah, yes. Sid. “Who I have or don’t have sex with is none of your business. You left me, remember?” She lowered her voice and licked her lips. “That means I do what I want, with whoever I want, whenever and wherever I want.” Energy crackled in the air around them. “What do you care anyway? You don’t want me. I’m sure I can find someone else that does.”

The lights flickered. One moment she was staring him down and the next she was up against the wall, high in the air. She glanced down to see him raking his gaze over her body. Her clothes tore off once again until she was fully naked high on the wall. His head cocked and her arms lifted above her head. There was no moving them. It was as though they were being held down by a vice. Self-conscious, she crossed her legs at her ankles, but it was useless. Invisible hands spread her thighs open. Zahir stood in the middle of the room watching her.

“Get me down from here. You made your point, you’re powerful. Big fucking deal.” There was no stopping the thrill of arousal that shot through her as she watched him step closer.

“That’s not my point.”

“Oh?” She tried to sound haughty, but her breathless pant didn’t help.

His head was level with her cunt. Moisture dripped from her exposed slit. He fondled her pussy, and she squirmed.

“My power is not in question. It’s who you belong to that is, and that’s me.”

There was no way she’d admit to that. “Keep dreaming. Good sex does not make me yours.” She groaned as he dipped his finger into her pussy and curled it inside. He danced his tongue over her clit, making her desperate for more.

“It’s not just good sex, baby. It’s the best sex you’ll ever have.”

“Oh, goddess.” She bit her lip and peered down at him. He licked at her pussy lips, completely ignoring her clit.

A frustrated moan slipped out. He twirled his finger inside her pussy, slid it out, and thrust it back in. The pace was excruciating in its slowness. A whimper broke free, and she wiggled her hips on his finger. He pulled out completely.

“For fuck’s sake, don’t tease!”

His gaze latched on hers, and his deep rumble only served to enflame her lust. “Who do you belong to?”

She let out another harsh pant. “Myself.”