Room service at the Wendigo can't be beat--especially when you're the owners, and have just kicked demon butt.
But the hearty meal, with the chefs pulling out all the stops and throwing in a luscious Cherries Jubilee set ablaze by a dragon attendant, takes a back seat to the real feast.
Neither of us utters Lamashtu's name or even mentions my trickery in the bedroom. Lamashtu's hands on my body have been erased by Daji's fierce lovemaking.
Daji lies back beneath me as I savor her body. "Yours," she moans. "All yours. Only yours."
Hearing that simple affirmation from her ignites something deep within me. I claim her mouth in a fierce kiss, pouring all my desire and love into it. My hands touch her body everywhere, stroking her as if it's the last thing I'll ever do in my life. I need to claim her wholly. "Say it again," I growl against her lips.
Her skin feels like velvet, and her lips like lotus petals.
