Page 68 of Hellish Fae
Because Aries isn’t mine to save.
She’s not my fuckin’ problem.
She’s my brother’s.
And in a fucked-up way… that makes her mine.
22
The Innocent Angel
Aries
Sweat coats my skin in an unbearable humidity.
A heaviness presses down on me, and I have to shove the log of an arm off of me before a panic attack wakes the poltergeist inside of me.
I sit up, and realize Damien and Ryke are on either side of me with Krave nestled between my thighs right against my pussy like it’s his gods damn happy place.
Honestly, I love it. I absolutely love the strength that surrounds me right now. I feel like nothing in the world will ever touch me because I’m enveloped in pure demonic power.
But holy fuck, is it hot.
It takes time and patience, but I finally stumble out of the demon love nest.
When I’m on my feet again, I realize within the tangle of men, that one is still missing.
Zaviar may not hate me the way he once did, but he also doesn’t want me at all the way . . . the way I wanted him.
Wow, am I selfish. I just had an orgy with three men that could light the Torch itself on fire, and I’m pouting over the one that got away.
But really, where is he?
Darkness overlaps shadows, and I can barely see two feet in front of me, but I luckily kick up the soft wrinkled material of my dress. I throw it over my head and with quiet steps, I trail out of the room and down the stairs.
The large room to the left seems to be a sitting area. A chaise faces warm, flickering flames of the fire place.
But it’s empty.
I trail around a little more, but the entrance area and the kitchen are also empty.
He isn’t here.
Did he leave? Did something happen while we were . . . busy?
Or did I piss him off by sleeping with his brother?
My heart beats so hard, it hurts at that last thought.
I screw things up so easily in my life, usually without pause to consider what the consequences might be. What if I’m so selfish that I ruined an amazing relationship between two brothers?
The front door swings quietly open, and I’m still standing there drowning in the what ifs.
When Zaviar and Maverick stride inside.
Maverick doesn’t hide the way he sniffs the air. He does it three fucking times, and then his gaze settles fully on me, his lips twitching into a small polite smile.
“Oh,” he whispers.
