Page 33 of Sinless Demons
He’s right. I should leave.
I only take a single step when Isabella catches my hand. Her long lashes close slowly as if she’s trying to get her thoughts straight before she peers at me once more.
“Your grandmother lives near the Iris River, you know? You should pay her a visit,” she says oddly before releasing my hand and walking away, jarring her shoulder hard into Sev’s on her way out.
I think through what she just said.
My grandmother.
I’ve never met my grandmother before...
A crawling sensation skitters along the flesh of my arms as if my body senses the bad that is about to come tumbling down into what little good I have left in my life.
I swallow that feeling back, but the turning feeling still lingers in the pit of my stomach.
It’ll stay there. It’ll stay until I’ve done exactly what Isabella’s told me to do.
Whatever the hell that might be.
* * *
Warm fingers—almost hot—glide along my cheek, and my heavy lashes flutter at the gentle touch. A thumb skims my lower lip, pulling a sigh from my lungs as that hand trails lower along my throat.
My eyes slowly open to the purest look of love I’ve ever seen.
I just never expected it from Ryke.
I catch his big hand in mine as I take in the bruising covering the gashes along his throat.
“You should be resting,” I say on barely a whisper, snuggling into his side as we lie on my bed, holding each other a bit more intimately than we probably should.
“And you should be awake instead of napping. That makes us even, Crow.” His smile calms my heart.
He’s right. I should be awake. I must have dozed off as the four of us were waiting for the dawn. It beams in brightly now across my wooden floors. It shines down on the two other men sleeping soundly in my room.
Zaviar sits in the chair in the corner, and his head’s tipped so far back, I can’t see his eyes, but the steady rise and fall of his smooth chest tells me he’s fast asleep.
Krave lies flat on his back with his arm tucked under me as though he held me through the night.
I hope he did.
To my surprise, Damien’s sideways on the mattress, his legs still dangling off the edge as if he’s prepared to stand and leave at any moment. His golden locks fan across Krave’s stomach where he rests his head along the hard lines of the incubus’s body.
And Krave’s other hand, it’s gently resting against Damien’s shoulder. Hisbareshoulder... that unfiltered sex magic is just lying there against Damien’s skin.
The morning erection outlined beneath Damien’s jeans tells me that magic is in fullragingeffect.
“Pen checked in on me.” Ryke tells me on a hushed tone. I lock eyes with him and there’s a deep heat there in his shadowed green gaze. “She asked me what she could do to make me feel better.”
Oh no. Did … did something happen between them? Something sexy? Something my mind doesn’t have the nerve to imagine for the sake of my heart?
“I told heryou.” A small smile pulls at his lips and I don’t understand at first. “I told her you made me feel better.” My heart stutters. “She said she hates the idea of keeping me in the demon quarters. She said I could stay with you as long as I wanted. As much as I wanted.”
A stinging sensation trails down my collarbone. It hesitates there for a single long second before drifting down the V-neck of my T-shirt. My stunned gaze lingers on him and his deep emerald eyes hold mine as his fingers ever so slowly slide down along my breast, teasing the flesh of my skin with his light touch. He watches me watching him as we both listen to the pounding of my slamming heart.
I want him to touch me. I want him to distract me. I want—
His fingers skim over my nipple with so much tingling pain, I gasp in response to the minimal touch. A rough beard scrapes my jaw as his mouth presses to the curve of my neck. He kisses there with a flick of his tongue in a rush of heat that spirals right down to my center. A gasp like a cry of pleasured pain cuts from my lips.
