Page 60 of Hellish Fae
Damien leans against the square table at Krave’s side, and it’s hard for me to look at the two of them and not remember the way the three of us were tangled up together.
I spot an empty seat between Rhys and Zaviar, but when I pass Krave, his glittering fingers slip over my hip, and he pulls me down onto his lap. I gasp from the surprising feel of his body colliding with mine. He waits with big dark eyes for my response. He takes charge when we do . . . other things together. He’s always hesitant to touch me any other time.
Because I always shove him away. I tell him to leave. I remind him that he’s unwanted.
I’m a fucking terrible mate to have.
But we’re both terrible mates.
If this is fate, Fate must be a cruel bitch to put us together and make us feel all the things we feel for one another: lust, hate, regret, and every dark thing in between.
For a single second, I pretend all those memories don’t lie in the spaces between his hard body and mine.
What if I wasn’t an exiled princess? And what if he wasn’t a spy for my father?
My head tips down, and sparks sting my lips when I graze them across his neck near his erratic black tattoos. I trail a slow heated path to his ear.
“I like seeing you here with your family, Krave.” I whisper those words just to him, and his breath falls heavier against my hair.
My lashes lift, and I couldn’t look away from the intensity of his eyes if I wanted to.
“I like you here with me,” he whispers back, his hand trailing low to brush his long, glinting fingers across my thigh. It’s just enough to send a tremble spiraling through me before he slides his palm right back up, taking the hem of my dress a little higher with him as he goes. “I like you here against me,” he says, running his nose along my jaw line. “And I fucking love your body against mine,” he rasps, pressing a slow kiss just below my ear. Every single time he’s ever touched me between my thighs slams through my head fast and hard.
“Stop. I haven’t had sex in two days. Stop with the table foreplay, Krave,” Nix says with a wide smile kissing his lips.
“Two days. Is that some kind of dry spell record for you, Phoenix?” Krave’s hands continue roaming all over my body and distracting me to no end.
Whatever Phoenix replies goes unheard as Krave’s fingers languidly slide beneath my dress. One. At. A. Time.
“That’s it,” Damien grips my hips and pulls me out of the incubus’s reach. I stand there between the two men as Damien glares and Krave smirks.
“Problem?” Krave asks with a knowing smile that’s just growing larger by the second.
As ridiculous as Krave always is, I, too, want to know what Damien’s problem is. He looks seething right now. Furious, like he might murder Krave and bury him in the red sand of the Torch to never be seen again.
“More importantly, what’s the token that ties your realm to the fae realm?” Ryke asks Rhys, ignoring Damien’s outburst entirely.
Ryke’s right. We’re here. We should get all the information we can while we’re here.
“So you’re not here just for a visit.” Maverick looks to each of us before settling his attention on Ryke.
No one speaks for a moment. I get the feeling Maverick wouldn’t offer up information unless Rhys approved it. And I’m not sure the other demon, Phoenix, even has information aside from updates on his cock, and that doesn’t seem to be very helpful at this time.
“The token was the buried remains of Hell Lord’s mate, his Queen,” Rhys finally says. The moment he says it, the calm inside me churns. Catherine quivers within me. “Her remains were burned and laid to rest in Voren. It was a peaceful burial.Was,” he repeats with disgusted emphasis.
“What happened to her?” Damien asks, his hands still holding my hips as he stands in front of me.
Rhys’s glaring gaze cuts to me like I personally pissed in his Cheerios this morning.
“The fae king of the Ashen Kingdom stole her remains. Hell Lord cursed him, and he cursed his own mate out of vengeance. He let the hateful king have what was left of his only love. And in return, the fae realm will always be open to the demons the fae king hated so much.”
The Ashen Kingdom. . .
“Where the hell is the Ashen Kingdom again?” Zaviar asks, turning his bright eyes on me.
I swallow hard as everything all comes together for the first time in my life. I never realized the remains were stolen by my father.
My father loved a demon. My sister is the outcome of that love. When his demon left, he loathed their kind more than any other. He cursed her name until she the day she died.
