I didn’t really need proof to know that Bones was possessed, but if making out with Ian gave Bones the chance to stomp on top of the demonic bitch inside him, then I’d do it with gusto.

“Oh, yes, that feels so good,” I moaned, and instead of punching Ian, pulled him closer.

Breath tickled my neck as he laughed. “I know. I’m truly gifted.”

You’re truly narcissistic, I thought, but ground against him and raked my hands through his auburn hair, pulling it hard enough to elicit an approving growl. This wasn’t the first time I’d had to make out on command; my old day job playing bait to hunt vampires had practically required it. But it felt beyond weird to have Ian nipping and licking my skin while I let out some groans and calls for more.

And though I’d never admit it, not all of my moans were faked. Ian had put his promiscuity to effective use because the bastard was good at what he did.

“Ooh, a sex show.” It sounded like Balchezek plunked onto the floor for more comfortable viewing. “Nice. And I thought coming here would be boring.”

To better access my neck, Ian yanked my collar away from my shoulder, ripping some buttons loose in the process. Not to be outdone, I tore his shirt all the Iဆe way open, biting some of the skin it revealed before slapping him across the face twice more. Hard.

“I’m glad you like it rough, because I am going to tear your ass up.”

Ian turned his face away from Bones, but I caught his lips twitching. His eyes held a definite sparkle as he yanked the remains of my shirt from me, leaving me only in my bra and jeans. A dried blood stain near the center of my chest was the leftover evidence of how close to death I’d come. Ian bent his head there, licking it.

A low growl came from our left. Chains creaked and rattled. I didn’t look in the direction, but pressed Ian’s head closer.

“That’s right, drink my blood,” I said, my voice low and throaty. “Now I’m going to taste yours.”

Power crackled through the air, growing stronger and yet also feeling ragged, like edges of broken glass trying to piece back together. I didn’t turn toward Bones, but fisted Ian’s hair and yanked his head to the side, exposing his pale, taut neck.

More rattling of chains, followed by a feminine hiss. I ignored that, too, licking my lips as if in anticipation of Ian’s blood. Then I slowly brought my head down. Angled my face so that the vampire chained to the wall would have the best view of me sinking my fangs into his sire’s neck, and then sucked in a mouthful of blood.

But when I swallowed that rich liquid, my moan really wasn’t faked. It reminded me that I hadn’t eaten in over a week, and though I might have been too distracted to think about food, my body clearly hadn’t forgotten what it craved. My control cracked and I bit into him again, tearing his flesh in my haste to swallow more of that delicious crimson liquid.

“That’s right, you nasty little vixen, bite me harder,” Ian urged. He raked his nails down my back and pulled my legs around his waist, supporting me with a firm grip on my ass.

Chains crashed together while that feminine hiss turned into a full-throated, masculine roar.

“Get your bloody hands off my wife!”

Sixteen

I jumped off Ian like he’d burned me, even the lure of more blood unable to keep me from responding to the true sound of my husband’s voice. Bones’s eyes were glowing emerald-green, the rage in them aimed at Ian, and the currents rippling off him made me nervous that the chaimy d/ns wouldn’t hold.

Then Bones looked at me, and that seething rage changed to something else. Pain sliced across my subconscious, so sharp and poignant that I ran those last few steps to him.

“Welcome back,” I said, touching his face, one of the few places on him that wasn’t weighted down with chains.

He closed his eyes and inhaled near my palm, a spasm crossing his features. “You smell like Ian. Tell me you were only pretending, Kitten, or I’ll have to kill him.”

I smiled through the sudden pink sheen in my gaze. “Me and Ian? Come on, Bones. You know better.”

His mouth twisted. “The pair of you looked very convincing.”

“That was the point, wasn’t it?” Ian asked, sauntering over. “Though I’ll admit to mild enjoyment on my part.”

Mild enjoyment? My femininity was affronted but the rest of me could care less. I was too busy staring into Bones’s eyes and feeling overwhelming relief that I recognized the person staring back at me.

“So you’re not having sex.” Balchezek made a noise of disappointment. “Now I am bored.”

Bones glanced at the demon and then back at me. “He’s right about everything. I woke up the morning after Wraith appeared and suddenly I was a spectator in my own body.”

“It’s easier to possess strong people like vampires when they’re asleep. Then their guard is down,” Balchezek offered. “Otherwise, she’d need to shed buckets of your blood to weaken you enough to force her way inside. A lot messier that way.”

Buckets of blood. I flashed back to Annette’s hotel room and her odd behavior the night of Bones’s birthday party. So she’d been the first one possessed. Wraith had been her attacker, but she hadn’t accused him, because everything that had come out of Annette’s mouth had been directed by the demon piloting her.

The same demon who was piloting Wraith, if Balchezek was right about him being the demon’s main “anchor.”

“There are a few things I need to say, Kitten,” Bones stated, directing my attention back from piecing together the possession chain. “I don’t know how long I’ll be able to hold the demon down. She’s very strong.”

“She’s still in there?” Thts e realist in me expected that, but I’d hoped his rage had miraculously booted her out.

“Yes,” he replied shortly.

“Of course she is.” Balchezek shook his head. “You think I was lying to you?”