Page 40 of Demons in My Bed
“Why are you bleeding?” Felix asked me, ignoring his idiot friend.
“It’s not that big of a deal, just a small cut. Ash said he was going to try to heal it, but he was just making out with my hand like a fucking creeper.” I shot said creeper awhat the fucklook.
Felix sauntered up to me, still ignoring Ashland. “Let me see it.”
I huffed, getting annoyed now about all this attention over a stupid little cut. “Here ya go.” I shoved my hand in his face, but froze when I saw the tattoo on his neck. “Oh my gods…” I lowered my hand and placed it on his neck, right where a tattoo of a woman’s hand wrapped around his throat.
“How did I not notice this the other night?” I laughed, now starting to feel the liquor.
“You got her drunk?” Felix shot Ash a side-eye, and I felt the muscles in his neck twitch.
Crossing his arms, Ash stared at us. “She has a deep cut and I had to sterilize it. Liberties may have been taken with the tequila bottle.”
“Liberties. Ha. What are you, a hundred? Grandpa…” I muttered under my breath, teasing him.
“She thinks you’re only a hundred?Nice.” Felix winked at Ash, who was standing taller now all of a sudden. “But she also called you grandpa. That’s a first.”
Ashland rolled his eyes. “I don’t fuck like a grandpa.”
“No, no you don’t,” Felix agreed, and I tightened my hold on his throat. His dark eyes came back to mine. “You wanna strangle me, baby?”
Did I? My hand did look good wrapped around his neck. I decided to play it by ear. Roll with it, let the hands fall where they may.
“Why are you out here all alone? People were worried,” I said, changing the subject and removing my hand. I spied a smear of blood on his throat. “Can I have a damp paper towel? I got a little blood there.” I looked down and blinked a few times, making sure I wasn’t seeing things. My cut was closing right before my eyes. “Hey, look! No more bleeding!”
I held my palm up, but the smile on my face quickly fell when I saw Felix’s face. He’d gone white as a sheet of paper, and Ashland muttered a quiet “Fuck.”
“It’ll come off; it’s just a little bit. Come here.” I reached for Felix and pulled him toward me. When no paper towel magically appeared, I decided to just take things into my own hands. I darted forward and licked the blood off his neck. “There. All gone. Nice and clean.”
“How did you know that’s what was bothering him?” Ashland asked, a slightly suspicious tone to his voice.
“My best friend doesn’t like blood either. He acts the same way,” I explained smoothly. I did remember reading from multiple reports that Felix did have a bit of a clean freak gene, but I hadn’t realized it extended to blood. It definitely didn’t apply to paint though, by the looks of him.
“It’s not that he doesn’t like blood. He just doesn’t like it being on him,” Ash clarified, while Felix continued to stare intently at me.
Looking into Felix’s big, brown eyes, I whispered, “Do you forgive me?”
His body seemed to vibrate for a second before his wings and horns popped out with a snap. He had me scooped up and pressed against his body in the blink of an eye. I squeaked as he carried me to the stairs and began climbing them at what seemed like two at a time.
“Felix! What are you doing?”
“I need to fuck you.”
Oh. What?Then his dick flexed.Son of a bitch.
Chapter thirteen
IthoughtI’dgottenit all out during the hours of painting and keeping myself from plunging to my death, but no. All it took was a little smear of blood, and here I was. Actually, that wasn’t accurate. Yes, the smear set me off, but it was her leaning in and fucking licking my neck like that. Cleaning me up, like she knew my discomfort and wanted to fix me as soon as possible—that was what had me racing up the stairs right now, with one goal in mind.
Ashland was right behind us; I could hear his growls. He could fuck off.
Palmer tightened her thighs around my hips, which caused her to rock her pussy against my body. “Fuck, baby. That’s sexy as fuck,” I groaned. My hand gripped her ass, pulling her tighter against me. “I can feel how hot that pussy is.”
“You have a filthy mouth,” she rasped as I laid her down on my bed. Smirking, I grabbed ahold of her leggings around her ankles and tugged, enjoying each inch of exposed flesh that peeked out at me. I was about to press a kiss to her ankle when I was jolted sharply to the side.
I snarled. “What the fuck?!” My lip curled up, and my wings shuddered, ready to fight.
Ashland responded, his own wings snapping out. “She’smine.”
