Page 26 of Hellish Fae
I sit there, a stunned and overly watchful audience of the sexual push and pull between them.
Her trembling fingers fist through his inky locks. As much as it seems like the demon wants to kiss her, his hard muscles strain to keep a safe amount of space between their parted lips.
The glimmering light from within her fades to a dim hue before the flecks of black and gold dissolve against the man’s tongue.
Then she goes slack against me. Her head drops, and she’s entirely soundless in my arms.
But she isn’t dead.
“What—what the fuck did you justdoto her?” I finally manage a sharp whisper.
The demon wipes his lips slowly as if he’s finished a meal and is now remembering the savory taste.
“Aries and I have a special friendship,” the guy says to me like a total fucking creep.
And he’s still holding himself above me like a total fucking creep.
I mean . . . I guess I did just third-wheel watch the two of them get each other off, so I suppose I don’t have much room to talk.
“You fuck her often?” I ask carefully.
Is she with him?
Why did she come on to me if she was with him?
She was desperate.
That hits my ego so hard I feel it in my gut.
I haven’t been with anyone in so long, she would only want me if she was desperate.
“I’ve never fucked her. Our relationship is not about fucking.”
My lips part as I blink through that statement.
“She called your name, and you came running just to literally finger-fuck her into unconsciousness. How exactly would you describe your relationship?” I say.
And why the fuck are we still all half-naked and tangled together like this?
A heavy breath pushes from my lungs, and I shove a hand through my nearly dry hair.
“It’s business, love. You ever tasted dark lust?” He asks as he leans closer, his arm brushing against mine once more.
His iron gaze is so hooded, all he’s focused on is my lips.
What’s sad is my cock hasn’t been hard in over a year, and I really do want to know how her orgasm tastes against his lips.
It’d be reckless and wild, just like she is.
But this guy’s a sick fuck for doing business like this with her.
“Get the fuck off me,” I finally whisper in a tone that trembles just slightly.
His smile is a carving slash against his arrogant lips. He shrugs a shoulder before shoving back and climbing out of the empty bath. When he stops there and pulls her limp body from my arms, I’m surprised by how much care he puts into cradling her against him.
“Got a towel?” he asks with the first ounce of seriousness I’ve seen from him since he breezed his ass into my life.
I make my way over to an intertwined rack of vines that hold white towels and washcloths. My gaze rakes across her round breasts and the valleys and dips of her body before slowly covering her up the best I can.
