Page 61 of Sinless Demons
“Whatever you’re worried about, you’ll do great, Aries.” Her tone is steady and sure.
I wish I fucking was.
“Thanks,” I whisper, before untangling myself from her slender frame.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she says with a nod.
“Yeah. See you tomorrow,” I repeat, just as a puff of black smoke erupts.
Then she’s gone.
She’s so set on tomorrow. And I’ll keep my word.
Unless my plan is shit. And father banishes my ass to the Torch this time, instead of the Bin.
At least I’d be with my mates, though.
A strange calm descends through me at that thought. I’ll have them. I won’t be alone. Maybe everything will go perfectly tomorrow, but even if it doesn’t, we’ll always be together.
I turn and close the door quietly behind me, but I stand there in the darkness. A tangle of strong arms and muscled thighs are all I see on the large bed, and my heart warms as I study them.
“I’m told it’s weird to watch someone sleep, love,” Krave says from the far side of the large king-size mattress.
“I’m pretty sureItold you that.” I fold my arms, and it’s then that all four of them shift beneath the white sheets.
I woke them up. And no one’s complaining about it...
My bare feet are quiet as I pad back over to the bed that has far too many men in it. Or maybe just enough.
My palms sink into the soft mattress, and my knees follow, as I climb up the center of where they sleep. Feet and legs slide out of my way. One leg, however, slips over to get in my way. Or to lead me up a hard, beautiful body.
My hands settle on either side of lean, narrow hips before trailing up the rest of the way.
I shouldn’t be surprised to be looking down on the most beautiful warm brown eyes.
His big hands skim up my thighs, fingers teasing along the hem of the nightgown as I straddle my thighs over his stomach. A sexy smile pulls at his lips as I lower fully against him. He pushes my thighs until I shift lower. Our hips line up just where he wants me. He likes me like this. He likes holding me and guiding me as I fuck him.
It’s... empowering in a way.
So empowering that I lean over him and slide my fingers down the lines of Zaviar’s chest as I grind ever so lightly against Damien.
Deep intense eyes study me as he sits up in bed. Zaviar’s dark lashes lower, and I feel his apprehension as he looks from one person to the next. His head dips, and I lean into his intoxicating mouth.
But he angles his head, and presses a kiss to the corner of my parted lips. “Goodnight, Pretty Crow,” he whispers against my cheek.
Then he shoves off the mattress, climbs over Ryke, and gets out of bed. My mouth’s still open as I watch him grab his jeans from the floor.
No one says a word as the pounding of my heart becomes painful. It hurts even more as he opens the door.
And walks out.
Damien sits up with hesitation strung through his taut shoulders. His chest skims mine just as big hands clasp my jawline, and he forces me to look at him.
“He doesn’t want to hurt you,” he whispers on a quiet tone and a soft kiss to my lips. He presses another chaste kiss there again and again. “He’s an asshole, but he cares about you. And he doesn’t want it to hurt any more than it already does when he has to leave.”
Those soft-spoken words only slice open my heart even more.
When he has to leave.
