Chapter 19

"What the fuck?!"

Calder only purred, vibrating from his chest and right through Dallin's, the wanton curl of it both near nauseating and disturbingly sensual. "I can give you what you want," he murmured, low and throaty. He pushed up, tried a provocative twist of his hips, but couldn't quite manage it. "I saw you wanting me all the way back in Putnam. Did you think I wouldn't know?"

Dallin thanked every star in the sky that he was too surprised and repulsed for the sort of mindless reaction that kind of attention to the stones usually produced. Calder must have mistaken his confusion for weakness, because he smiled, the split in his lip opening again with the pressure and beginning to ooze down his chin.

"Tell me what you want." It was breathy and sly. "Anything you want, any dirty, filthy little thing you've ever dreamed, it's yours, just let go of my hands and I'll do it, any--"