Page 53 of Hellish Fae
Krave isn’t dangerous because he’s powerful.
He’s dangerous because he loves someone who may never love him back.
And history itself will tell you that a loveless man will make nothing but a destructive future for himself as well as everyone around him.
“That’s really none of your business,” I say with nothing but chivalry. Never kiss and tell and all that. But . . . I’m more of a chivalrous bastard really. “I’ll just say it doesn’t take an incubus to make Aries cum.” I pass him that same obnoxious wink he gave me, and Zaviar’s chuckle is the last thing I hear.
Black glittering wings lash out from the incubus’s back, and he swoops through the air like a shadow in the night. His boots settle on my chest, and instead of kicking me backward, his long, glittering fingers wrap around my throat. He perches there, looming over me with a crazed glint in his big black eyes. The inky depths of them seem to bleed across his skin, leaving lines like spiderwebs cracking across his pale features.
My mind demands that I fight him off. My fingers fist at my sides. But all I feel is euphoric pleasure where his fingers claw into my throat.
His mouth parts. Mine does the same. He leans in. I do, too.
And then hypnotic silvery light drinks in the space between us. Black glitter dances between our lips. It pulls from deep inside me like my heart’s breaking off a piece to gift to the man strangling me. He swallows the peculiar gleaming hue between our mouths with a groan.
He feels . . . really fucking good.
A chaos of shouts clatter around us. My body shoves this way and that from hands that grip and pull at the incubus above me, but I can’t make sense of it.
Nor do I want to.
My palms come up and caress the sharp angles of his face, his smile carving even harder into his attractive features.
Heisattractive.
Aries should give him a chance. He’s a fine fellow.
“Krave, no!” Thin fingers wrap over his strained bicep, and he’s torn off of me like a leech ripped from bruised and bloody skin. “You know better!” Aries scolds him like a puppy who just chewed up her favorite panties.
Krave doesn’t seem to have the good sense of a puppy to appear ashamed. He’s on his back, and she’s straddled over him, and he looks like he’s on a high he’ll never come down from right now.
I note that he keeps his hands at his sides, though. He doesn’t so much as run a shimmering finger over her smooth thighs.
He’s a patient fucker, that’s for sure.
“What, are you jealous?” he asks, amusement lighting up his features like fucking explosive fireworks.
“Why—no. I’m not jealous!” She shoves her hands through long silver hair but stops abruptly when she hits her new black horns.
I can’t take my eyes off the two of them; his piranha-like smile, her low-pulled frown.
I almost want to ask her how it feels to meet someone who frustrates the hell out of her just like she frustrates the hell out of us.
But I don’t, of course.
“Why are you even here?” she finally asks with a tired breath.
The wind blows an ominous howl as Krave opens his mouth.
A thundering boom cracks through whatever he was about to say. Metal clattering along floorboards and boots storming hard shake through the house from several floors below. The thumping of flipped furniture shakes the high nest we stand on, and within seconds, I can tell the intruders are climbing higher and higher into our home.
“Oh,” Krave whispers with serious worry lining his face for the first time, “I meant to warn you. Your brother is coming.”
Her eyes snap to the incubus with a murderous gleam shining in her pretty gaze.
“Get us out of here. Now!” she commands him.
“I love it when you take charge, love,” he whispers with a flick of his wrist.
