Page 34 of Hellish Fae
His brother covers the wounds on his back with a warm, wet washcloth, and Damien’s spine tenses hard the moment the cloth covers his talons. He flinches and groans through it all, trying to keep his agony inside himself.
I can’t stand it.
Finally, I make the haphazard trek from the platform and over the netting to where he lies curled in a ball on his side. My legs wobble beneath me, and when I’m only a few feet away, my foot slips through a small hole, and I fall completely. My palms splay out in front of me, and unfortunately, Damien’s slick body catches my fall. I’m sprawled over him, my hands braced against his side while my leg stays caught in the thin strings.
Zaviar looks at me with a hard glare like he just cannot fathom how someone like me ever made it twenty-three years without getting herself killed.
Catherine feels the same way.
“Can you just go sit somewhere—anywhere else?” Zaviar bites out through clenched teeth, but Damien’s warm palm slips over my hip, holding me against him.
“No, stay,” he groans. “She feels good.”
My lips part but the rapid words stumbling over themselves inside my mind never emerge.
I feel good?
“She feels good?” Zaviar looks flat out offended by the notion.
“Believe it or not, some men do think I feel good.” My eyes narrow, and I can’t help but cock my head at him.
“Well, those men were referring to your pussy, and I doubt your fuckin’ cunt has the annoying personality that you have,” Zaviar says.
A snorting, choking laugh sounds behind me, but I’m too busy glaring at the man in front of me to glare at the demon behind me.
The fuckers.
“No really, it’s . . . she’s soothing. I don’t know. I can’t explain it,” Damien says before I can muster up a good dick joke to fling Zaviar’s way.
“Maybe it’s because she has similar magic to Corva?” Ryke guesses. I know I should also be trying to figure this out, but then Damien’s arms wrap around me, and he jerks me against him hard and fast. He pulls me to his chest, and every single part of him is touching every part of me. My palms hover over his pecs, and in the shadowy cocoon of his body, I peer up at him. And his hooded eyes are peering down at me.
“This feels good?” I ask, my fingers hesitantly pressing to his collarbones. My heart quivers as his lashes flutter from my touch alone.
He nods slowly, and a dirty thought makes itself at home in my mind in the middle of all this seriousness.
“Bet you wish your dick worked now, huh?” I whisper quietly, but judging by the low chuckle behind me, I’m not as quiet as I think I am in the hidden shadows of Damien’s body.
A slow smirk pulls at his full lips. Warmth sears through me at the sight of his small smile. I made him smile in the middle of all of this!
“I think we should look for Corva. See if there’s anything she can do for his pain,” Zaviar says in a muffled voice that I can barely hear.
The plus side of being wrapped up like this is, I don’t have to look at his scowling face all day.
“Maybe you two should circle the area and see if you can spot her,” Zaviar suggests.
I try to lift my head, but Damien pulls me harder to him, his muscles flexing as he holds me close.
“Don’t go, please,” he whispers with a shaking breath.
My neck strains, and I barely catch a glimpse at Zaviar. For once, he isn’t glaring at me. His pretty sky-blue eyes are clouded with worry and sadness as he stares down at his brother.
All of what he did with Corva, he did for his brother. He’s lived here for a year for his brother. Just how much is he willing to do for Damien?
Will there come a day that he thinks this is all too much?
He nods his head slowly. Apparently, today isn’t that day.
Zaviar’s palm settles on Damien’s shoulder. He squeezes hard, and then wind crashes over us. It’s a powerful and urgent wave of a force. I feel him fly off, but I never see him leave.
