Inked

Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

"This," he squeezed my throat harder, "this is why I want it all, Keiran. If you do not give me everything you have, you will never be able to win, and if you cannot win, you are dead." I felt his hand caress my throat as it slowly left my skin.

I growled. I was sick and tired of him manhandling me, as if he owned me. Zane moved slightly, but it was enough for me to ram my knee into his jewels. Zane groaned, grabbed his precious items and hunched over himself. I bolted away, careful to keep my weight on the balls of my feet.

Zane glared up at me from the floor, I grinned. "Do you want me to give you another demonstration? I'm sure many women will love to know how their precious celebrity came to be impotent." Zane's rage made his eyes glow an almost eerie grey, not completely black but not completely white either.

He got to his feet, his eyes watching every breath I took with a wolf-like quality. Zane circled around me, I could feel his eyes slowly going down the length of my body. I suppressed a shiver and stood straight. Zane reappeared in my line of vision, his eyes now darker, closer to black. He had the presence of a incubus at that moment, it made me wonder exactly what type of demon he really was. I wondered what made him say what he did next. Since it did not seem like something that would normally come from him.

"Kei, if I took you now, if I put my hands on you, would I find you wanting?" I shuddered at the thought. My body almost on fire from the visions that condensed inside my head. The thought of him, sliding his hands on me, slowly kissing his way down my stomach... I snapped back to reality when Zane drawled on.

"Or would I find you as you pretend you are? Cold and distant, unresponsive and lacking. A dead fish out of water." I stiffened at his innuendo, no one had any right to talk to me like I was a whore. Even if, at the moment, I had the thoughts of one.

I looked up into his eyes, lifted one hand and touched his cheek. He closed his eyes for a split second, covering the desire, before gaining composure and staring into my eyes.

"Zane." I whispered seductively. At least I hoped it was, I had only ever heard my mother use it before. "You will never find out how I feel beneath you. I am no man's whore and never will be." My fingers crawled across his cheek, slowly, tantalizing, moving downward. "I am not a one night stand, I am a forever kind of guy and you would never offer anyone forever." Zane flinched beneath my hand, I smiled and leaned in close, my lips brushing his cheek. "More than anything, Zane," I paused, my breath fanning over his face, his eyes were watching every move I made, never leaving me. I breathed in and leaned in closer. "I am not yours."

"Zane?" Cabe's voice rang out in the dojo, he sounded almost angry. I released Zane and looked into his lust stricken eyes.

"You won't have me." I whispered, turning my back on him and walking towards Cabe, who had a vicious snarl in place, his fangs half transformed and barred. His white hair was shorter than it was earlier but it still blended into brown at the ends. His golden eyes were like firelight with a predatory gleam in them.

I smiled at him and patted his head. "It's okay, Cabe." I told the pissed off half demon, half shifter. "The big mean man didn't hurt me." I smirked, looking back at Zane who was limping slightly. "More likely, I hurt him."

Cabe's expression softened and he reached up to touch a finger to my cheek. I had no reaction to the touch like I would have had had it been Zane. "Your father is wondering if your spar is concluded. He wishes to take you shopping." I grinned, the thought of taking my father around Tartarus to just look at life here sounded better than messing with Zane.