Page 38 of Reigning
“The guards sleep in shifts after midnight. The demons are all supposed to be up and alert, but on our way up, I heard one of them creating a rotation, a sleep schedule of sorts.”
I narrow my eyes.
Huh. Even demons half-ass a job from time to time, it seems.
“Okay.” I nod to him, my shoulders falling the moment I say the word.
The press of their stare is felt against my skin. It tingles into me and reminds me that I’m not alone. They’ll never let me do any of this alone. I just have to remember that. I have to stop trying to save them and let them help me.
“Come sleep for a little while, Low.” Chaos finally comes closer. The rough feel of his calloused hand skims over mine.
He pulls lightly, and I follow.
He sweetly lifts back the cream-colored blanket, and when I slide in, he lowers the heavy bedding neatly over me, his big palm running slowly across my abdomen as his attention drifts up. His beautiful gaze heats my skin, warming more than the fire or the blanket ever could. It’s the way he’s always looked at me. Right from the start.
Chaos is so pure and good. I know what he’s thinking just by glancing at him.
“Come sleep with me.” I lift my hand to him, and when he turns to walk around the bed to join me, I catch his wrist and bring him down.
His solid body jostles, but he stills the moment he realizes he’s lying between my thighs.
Just like he used to.
“Mmm, I knew you liked me like this.”
I roll my eyes at him, and he only smirks more, his white teeth revealed amongst his dark beard. His palms are firm on my hips, and just slightly, I roll them instinctively against him. He skims along my stomach slowly, trailing his hands lower and finally pushing them beneath my back, holding me to him but never lowering his head to my abdomen like he used to. Two-tone eyes search mine with a hooded gaze. Just like before, I know what the sexy shifter is thinking.
Sex.
It’s not a mystery. It isn’t a puzzle waiting to be solved.
He wants me. But he wants to take care of me more.
“Get some sleep, Low,” he whispers in the quietest rasp.
Rime passes the two of us with an odd, knowing little hint of a smile against his lips. His attention lingers on me, then he leans in to the frost-kissed window and gets comfortable as he picks apart the night.
“Why don’t you rest?” I tilt my head at him and his ramrod-straight spine. If I gave him a massage, would that tension ever go away?
“I’ve spent enough time sleeping and enough time in the head of my dragon to last me a lifetime.” He looks back at me with the sweetest concern in his features. “Go to sleep, Tamer.”
The bed dips, and then another set of hands are pulling me to him. Kain’s head lowers to my pillow, his gaze holding mine.
And he’s shirtless.
And I’m…expected to just go to sleep…surrounded by sexy men.
“Stop thinking about the endless dirty things in your head and sleep.” Kain’s lips tilt at the corners with a soft smile. “I know you’ve worried about us night and day and you’ll probably continue to do that for the rest of our lives. For right now, just sleep.”
His lips press to the side of my head, and I’m listening to the nice words he’s saying, I really am. But I keep drifting my fingers down the cut lines of his stomach, skimming down to touch the trail of light hair the leads even lower before slipping right back up to the hard panes of his pecs.
“Sleep,” he says again, his mouth curving fully into the most perfect smile.
“Fine.” My lips purse with the word, and I lower my fingers, stroking down his skin one last time before forcing my hand to stop touching the solid hardness that is his glorious body.
Then they torture me some more, telling me one thing while doing another.
Sinister strides to the side of the bed. He doesn’t even say anything. He claims my mouth with a firm press of his lips to mine, his tongue parting my lips and tasting me deeply. Chaos shifts against me as I lift, trying to eliminate any space left lingering between myself and the demon currently threading his fingers roughly through my hair.
