Page 81 of Sin

“Mmm,” Grim hummed, but I couldn’t tell if it was in agreement.

Heavy footsteps in the hallway betrayed Chaos’s presence before the rumble of him talking to himself reached my ears.

“Should’ve known better than to get a succubus under me. Of course she’d play a dirty fucking trick like that.”

Grim opened his mouth to say something, but I held up a finger. I wanted to hear this.

“She used my own attraction to her against me. Tried to get me by the balls.”

“Welcome to the club,” I muttered, unable to stop the words from leaving my lips.

Grim raised a brow at me, his lips twitching with suppressed laughter.

The lights snapped on, leaving Grim and me to blink owlishly at the sudden shift.

“What the fuck is this? Book club for assholes?”

Grim looked around. “I see no books. Just alcohol and commiseration.”

Chaos’s brow raised at that. “Clearly you’ve never been to a book club.” He stalked toward the cart and filled his own glass. “What are you commiserating about?”

“Do you really need to ask?” I countered.

“Don’t see why you should be complaining,” Chaos mumbled.

Oh, for fuck’s sake. “You weren’t here. Remember your little vanishing act so you could release your power? I would’ve gladly let you take this one for the team. Instead, I had to... let her in.” I whispered the last part.

“Let her in? Like... your butt?” Sin’s voice carried down the hall, stronger than it had been over the last few days.

I scoffed. “No. Not—What is wrong with you, Sinclair?”

He strode in, went straight for the decanter, and got himself a drink.

“We’re going to need more whiskey,” Grim said to himself.

“She’s ruining everything,” Sin answered.

The three of us exchanged looks before I sighed. “Fine, I’ll ask. How is she ruining everything when you clearly just had a successful evening?”

He’d looked little better than a pile of three-day-old manure when he’d left this evening. Now he was the picture of health,all smoldering rockstar once more. Even with the chip on his shoulder.

“Because I couldn’t enjoy it,” he spluttered, his face twisted in confusion. “Like... at all. I think I’m obsessed with her. How did that happen? I don’t get obsessed. They do.”

“Trust me, you don’t want her coming after you,” Chaos said bitterly.

Sin’s eyes narrowed, and he finally seemed to realize that the rest of us mirrored his mood. “What the fuck did I miss?”

“Hurricane Merri,” I replied.

“You guys played with her without me?” The sulk in Sin’s voice was damn near petulant. “That’s not fair.”

“She played with us. Well, from the sound of it, at least two of us.” My traitor of a dick twitched at the memory of her whimpering my name as she writhed on her bed.

“Mal fed her while we were out.”

Sin’s gaze snapped to Chaos, absolute shock written all over his features. Then he turned on me.

“What happened to ‘I’m never procreating again’?”

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