Page 44 of Claimed
Standing with the tee clutched in my hands, I manage not to moan as I tug it over my head.
It’s well worn, almost like Egyptian cotton, and it smells just like him.
Heat pools between my thighs as the swirl of spice and dark chocolate mixes.
Tugging at the hem where it brushes the tops of my thighs, I unlock the door and peer out.
He sits at the foot of the bed, his head in his hands.
There is a vulnerability to him like that. Something that makes my heart ache as much as my core.
He raises his head and his eyes rivet on my legs. Heat stains his jaw.
Oh god.
And he blushes?
He coughs and looks away. “Maybe I should see if one of the others has something bigger.”
“You don’t wear boxers,” I blurt.
His head whips over and the color in his face darkens. “No.”
I tug at the hem again, trying to hide my panties. “I was going to borrow some. So … So …”
He turns fast and snares the sheet in one practiced motion. With the black material in his hands, he approaches me without another word.
The cool fabric settles over my shoulders as he wraps it around me. I stare into his face. His eyes glint softly, but his jaw is so tight. He steps back.
“Do I need to get back in the chair?”
“No,” he says through his gritted teeth. “Ruin wants to speak to you.”
Oh.
He walks around me and opens the door. All the sounds fade and I peer through the opening at several turned male faces.
Caine steps out, letting me follow. When he moves away, I shuffle and keep at his side. It’s stupid. He’s a demon.
But of all the men present, I sort of know him the most.
Though he peers at me, he doesn’t remark.
The silver eyed male rises from a plush leather armchair and motions for me to take the seat. I blink. “We’re enforcers,” he tells me. “Not raised in a barn.”
I glance at Caine. He presses one warm hand to my spine and I let him lead me to the chair. Keeping the sheet tight around me, I curl up into the warm leather and stare at them as Caine hovers at my side.
Another man has joined them. He is bulkier than the others. Save for maybe the blonde. His hair is long, white, and left in a braid over one shoulder. He nods at me, his emerald eyes nearly black. “I’m Gage.” He jerks his chin to silver eyes. “That’s Tanner.” Another jerk to the blonde. “And Horan.”
The dark eyed male shifts to the edge of the sofa.
“You’re Ruin?” I ask, remembering the name Caine spoke.
He nods. “I’m the Captain for the Lock Lake colony.”
My eyes widen before I can stop them. “Louisiana?”
Tanner smiles, and it’s a good smile. Like GQ level. “Of course.”
