Page 100 of Bellamy
Phoenix’s eyes flickered to mine as he slowly eased another piece into his mouth. He was doing it on purpose. If anyone had a food fetish, it was Raiden. But Phoenix looked fucking sexy as he ate. He’d obviously picked up on that fact and felt the need to tease me a little.
The demon.
I averted my gaze until he was finished. Otherwise, I might’ve—totally by accident—pounced on him.
“I couldn’t help but eavesdrop earlier,” Phoenix said, wiping at his mouth. “Someone’s following you?”
“Watching us.”
“Asa wouldn’t have sent scouts, not when he already has Light Bringer.” He lifted a hand to his chest, his brow furrowing in pain.
“Goddammit.” I walked over and slipped an arm around him. “Get your ass back in bed. I’ll ask Clara to come take a look.”
“Stop worrying,” he said.
“I’ll always worry over you.”
“Even after I’m healed and you kick me out?” When I didn’t respond, he sighed. “Guess we’re not going to talk about that yet. Whatever. I need to bathe. I smell like death mixed with sweaty balls.”
I snorted. “I think you smell good. But if you want a bath, I think I can hook you up.”
“How generous of you,” he said, a smile back in his voice.
I helped him stand, fighting the urge to pick him up and carry him. We walked to the bathroom across the hall, and I closed the door, turning the lock.
“Why does the sound of a lock always get my blood pumping?” Phoenix ran his hands down my chest.
Lust rumbled inside me, begging me to push Phoenix down and kiss every inch of him. The soulmate connection begged me to sink my teeth into him and claim him. My mark was still on him, but it had faded as the days passed.
“Behave,” I said, gently guiding him over to the tub.
“That’s funny coming from you.”
As I washed him, I remembered how he’d cared for me when I’d been captured. Following Asa’s orders or not, that care over me had been real.
I wanted to take care of him too. More than anything else.
“That feels good,” Phoenix said, eyes closing as he tipped his head back. Sitting at the edge of the tub, I massaged his scalp with the shampoo, careful of his horns.
“Don’t get used to it.”
He smirked, though it quickly fell. “Hey, Bell?”
“Yeah?”
“What is this? What are we doing?” Phoenix frowned. “You say one thing, but your actions say another. Am I leaving once I’m healed or—”
“Lie back so I can rinse your hair.”
Sighing, he obeyed.
I wasn’t ready to talk about it. Mainly because I didn’t know the answer yet. After his bath, I helped dry him off, then got a scolding from Clara about getting his bandage wet.
“Sit,” Clara said to him, pointing to the bed.
Phoenix lay down, wearing a pair of my joggers. His eyelids got heavy as Clara doctored his wound and rewrapped it.
By the time she was done, Phoenix was fast asleep.
