"In any case, just because I'm his, doesn't mean he's mine." The Sorceri didn't believe in fate, and so they didn't believe in a fated mate.
Still, Sabine would be cautious with her quarry. Getting attached to him, or rather to his body or his tempt' ing kiss, would make their situation . . . unfortunate when she was finished with him.
"Ready for the pants?" Lanthe slapped her hands and rubbed them together. "Let's see if the rumors about demon males are true."
"Oh, they're true. In fact, I think they're underre-ported." Sabine bit her bottom lip. He was still semihard, and she didn't know if she wanted anyone to see him like that. To her attendants, Sabine said, "Leave
us."
When she and Lanthe were alone, Sabine grasped the waist of his low-hanging pants, but paused at the button above the fly. "Maybe I'll keep these on him. For effect, when I take them off."
Lanthe's brows rose at Sabine's proprietary behavior.
"What?" Sabine said defensively. "I merely don't want him to get cold." She began chaining his wrists
above his head.
"Uh-huh," Lanthe said. "I'll be monitoring this situ-
ation closely." She fastened the manacles at the foot of the bed around his ankles.
When he was secured, Sabine sidled up next to Lanthe, and they both gazed at the demon.
His broad shoulders seemed to take up the entire mattress, tapering beautifully to his narrow waist. The hair on his arms, chest, and the trail below his navel was black, but tipped with blond against his tanned skin.
"He's . . . Abie, he's magnificent" Lanthe breathed. "Your own demon love slave here for you to use whenever you like. I want one, too!"
"Yes, but now I have to get him up to speed with his new role."
Lanthe nodded thoughtfully. "One thing we never considered . . . what if he is the sole male we've ever encountered who continually puts his duty above his lusts? What if he keeps his promises without fail?"