Page 24 of Hellish Fae
Nope. She’s still there.
I glance down at Damien’s towel, and I refuse to note that there’s not a hint of a hard outline below his hips.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Did I pick the only guy in all of the Kingdom of Roses who can’t fuck me? This is far worse than being cursed with iron blood.
“Why? Why didn’t you just sell your soul or something less valuable than your cock?” I word-vomit my thoughts out, and he nods his head as if he agrees completely in this terrible moment we’re both suffering through.
Shit.
My eyes open, and I hate what I’m about to do right now.
“Don’t judge me, okay?” I say.
His head tilts, but he doesn’t seem to know what to say.
“And leave. You should probably leave before he comes.”
“He who?” He dips his head to force me to meet his eyes, but I still look to where the droplets of water are sliding down the silver drain.
“Krave,” I say with a sigh desperate for relief. “Krave. Krave!” I say his name three times like a nasty curse.
Just as I had the first time I accidentally summoned an incubus.
8
Demonic Encounters
Damien
Every bizarre thing this woman has done since I met her is nothing compared to this. I can feel the ominous sensation of her words as her whisper fans across my chest. It’s a feeling. Dark magic is an energy all its own. The hair on my arms lifts with a knowing warning that I should listen to.
I should listen to her as well. I should leave. Now.
But I can’t let her go. I can’t leave her alone to face all of this when she’s already so weak from whatever’s inside her.
Inky glittering smoke wafts up from the drain. The fumes thicken little by little.
Until a demon with pure iron-colored eyes gazes upon her with a hungry look. He sits on the far edge of the bathtub, one long leg thrown lazily over the other. Slashing, chaotic tattoos line his chest, arms, and fingers. Symbols are scrawled along his knuckles and the only one that catches my attention is a royal crown on his middle finger. A thin bar pierces through his inky brow. Glinting fingers tap against his knee in the strangest sight. It’s like his fingertips are dipped in the fine particles of crushed black gemstones. His stark leathery wings behind him gleam with the same shimmering effect.
“I missed you too, Aries,” is the first cocky thing he says, with a smile like death carving his smooth features.
“Who the fuck are you?” I ask. I’m seated behind her but my palms slide across Ari’s curves and I try to shield her shaking body with my own the best I can.
“She said my name three times, love. Do try to keep up.” His big eyes never leave the naked woman in my arms. “You surprised me for my birthday with a threesome, Aries? You are so sweet.” He lowers himself so slowly, it’s like a snake dropping from the sky.
“It’s not your birthday, Krave,” she whispers with a dying sort of breath.
“Every day’s my birthday when I’m with you,” he says in the most charming way that makes me distrust him even more.
He extends his hand slowly. My gaze is so wide, I’m assessing every move the two of them make. Every sweeping look he gives her, every desperate breath she takes. Every. Single. Inexplicable thing.
And then, she slides her palm into his. A gasp like a choked moan skims over her lips, and now I’m watching her just as much as he is.
“Tell me where it hurts, love,” he coos to her, pulling her close until I’m forced to slowly release my hold on her small body. I sink down behind her in the tub.
I can’t tear my gaze away from her as she takes his hand and slides it down her chest, over her navel, and right down between her hips. My eyebrow arches, but I don’t look away.
