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She takes Caine between her lips and her body tightens around me in response.
I look at the demon. Hellfire rolls from his body and dances over her before brushing along my hips. Every tendril is like a caress. “Fuck her, cat,” he commands.
I swallow down any protests I may have to this and move in and out of her hot body as the world dissolves into hellfire and sex.
Chapter 37
Nisha
My eyes crack blearily open and I gaze around the room from a nest of tangled limbs and heat. Hot male bodies press along my front and my back, and the room is almost stifling.
I shift and slide until I can extricate myself.
Tanner lays on his back, his lips parted and his tan body decadent in the dimness of the room. Dark lines, like words or archaic script rest in jet marks on his hips and pubic bone. Caine is barely a foot away, his dark head turned into the pillow and the muscular swell of his rear chiseled and strong enough I want to sink my teeth into it.
He’s leaner than Tanner. Built like a swimmer and younger looking in his repose.
Flashes of memory has me shifting. Memories of their hands, their bodies …
I can still feel everything they did. The smoothness of both males damn near in tandem as they took turns sating every desire I didn’t know I had.
I wait for the flaring of heat or maybe embarrassment. There is nothing but a kind of white noise and calm that I don’t think I have ever felt.
I climb from the bed and walk into the bathroom.
After handling the most pressing business of my bladder, I stare at my reflection in the mirror. There is no change visible short of my swollen lips or my ridiculously tangled hair.
No proof that I spent the night with two men.
And if not for their dried seed on the inside of my thighs and the memories, I wouldn’t believe it.
I rinse in the shower and towel off before slipping back into the room.
Both men still sleep soundly and after the work they put in, I’m not surprised. I dress in shorts and a tank top and step out onto the porch.
The faint hint of sunlight stains the horizon, but I can’t tell if the sun is rising or setting.
I glance around.
All the cabins are dark, but a familiar shock of dark hair sits at the picnic table yards away. I walk over.
Lilah looks up as I near, a foam cup of coffee in hand. “Hey,” she says, her blue eyes widening.
I sit down. “Hey.” I glance at her cup. “You don’t have another one of those, do you?”
She smiles and lifts a drink caddy and puts it on the table. “Pick one, any one.”
Snorting, I select a single foam cup and cradle the heat in my hands. “What time is it?”
“Around seven am,” she says. Her gaze tracks over me. “How do you feel?”
I think about it. “Surprisingly normal,” I admit. “I guess the sleep and the—” I cut myself off, biting my lip.
She waves away my obvious discomfort. “You guys weren’t exactly quiet.” My face scalds. Her hand alights over my arm. “It’s fine, really.”
Still, it seems weird talking to her about fucking Caine when I know the demon still wants her.
“He’s my friend,” she says, seeming to follow my train of thought. “I won’t say I haven’t entertained a fantasy here or there, but I love Ruin, and Caine knows that.”
