Darkyn's Mate

Without releasing her neck, Kin spun her and locked the arm around her body again. Deidre felt Harmony's light touch as the death dealer brushed her hair aside.

"Shit," the dealer murmured. "This isn't the right girl. You were supposed to grab Gabe's mate, not Darkyn's."

"Darkyn's?" Kin asked, uneasiness replacing the glow in his eyes.

"Get rid of her," Harmony ordered. "Take her soul and brain. Darkyn can read either to find out who grabbed her. We'll make it look like the Immortals did it."

"Can I have a little fun first?"

"I don't give a shit but make it fast. Darkyn can track her. If she's here, it's because she's allowed to be here."

"I'm due back in two minutes," Deidre voiced.

"Even has a sexy little purr," Kin said, lust crossing his features. "I only need one."

He dragged her by the neck down the hallway. Deidre choked. He threw her on the bed again. Her eyes watered, and she coughed. The death dealer stripped off his shirt and weapons to display a muscular body.

Deidre rolled off the bed, darting for the hallway. He snatched her around the waist and laughed, dragging her onto the bed with him. She struggled. The dealer slapped her hard enough to daze her. He placed a knife at her neck. It bit into her skin, and she gasped, afraid to move. Kin shoved her knees a part and yanked up her dress. His face glowed with frenzied need while he worked quickly to unzip his pants.

She whispered the first name that came to mind.

"Darkyn."

Deidre sucked in a deep breath, praying the demon lord answered the summons.

"One of Harmony's men."

Kin froze at the inhuman growl. Deidre squeezed her eyes closed, not wanting to see Darkyn response and afraid his anger might be directed at her.

"Did he see your markings, love?" Darkyn asked.

"No," the dealer said, scrambling off her. "My apologies, my lord."

Deidre released her breath as the knife left. She opened her eyes. Darkyn's dark gaze was on her, not the dealer. She didn't feel him rifling through her thoughts, but she sensed it was what he did. Her blood stirred at the sight of his lean frame. Smaller than the dealer, he nonetheless radiated quiet power. And the sweet scent of his blood made her gums itch.

The demon lord glanced at the dealer and tilted his head to the side. The death dealer snatched his shirt and left quickly.

Darkyn held out a hand to her. Deidre took it, shaken by the experience. She met his gaze then looked away quickly. His scent and warmth only made her panic increase. Deidre braced herself for his violent reaction or words. The demon lord released her hand, silent, with her standing before him. He lowered his head and nudged hers aside, nipping at her neck. His growl turned to a purr.