He even bites my lower lip at the end, sucking there slowly until I feel that pressure right between my thighs.
And then the asshole pulls back, stepping away and continuing to walk backward toward the door with the most asshole smile stretched across his lips. “Yeah. Get some sleep, love.”
I glare at him.
He smirks harder. “I’m going to snoop around. These demons have clearly been promised something from Ellise for their service. They wouldn’t break their promise for scheduled naps. Something’s off there.”
“And you had to tongue-fuck me before you do all that?” I’m sitting up fully now, all but pouting where he left me.
“I didn’thaveto but, yeah, I really wanted to.” He bites the inside of his cheek, giving me a little wave of his fingers, then he opens the door quietly and slips right out.
I can’t decide if they’re being sweet to me right now or being total dicks.
I lower slowly, the pillow puffing up around my hair. Another slow kiss brushes over the side of my temple, and Chaos squeezes me against him before settling in. I’m surrounded by strength and love.
So, yes, they’re sweet.
But they’re still dicks.
* * *
“Arlow.”
Kain’s breath against my cheek registers in my mind and then my name filters in.
I curl into the feel of his warmth, pressing my cheek to the smoothness of his chest, drifting my fingers all over again down the etched lines of his abdomen, along the veering angle of his hips, and then, straight down the front of his pants before anyone else can tell me and my sex drive to just go to sleep.
“ARLOW!” He grips my wrist and flings my hand away just as I skim along the smooth, perfect length of his cock.
“What?” I roll, looking up into Kain’s deep-green eyes.
A faint smile is on his lips, and for a second, he just shakes his head slowly.
He leans in close, that smile still curving his lips. “Your mom’s here,” he whispers.
Oh. Great.
I close my eyes and count to five before opening them and looking around the dark room. Her petite frame is almost swallowed up by the darkness. A long, dark cloak covers her, shadowing over her features with a heavy hood that’s hiding her dark hair. Another woman stands at her side in an even inkier cloak, her face entirely unseen from where I sit.
“Arlow.” My mother barely says my name. It’s a gasp of a sound.
The moment I stand, she comes to me, wrapping her arms around me and pulling me against her like she’s never going to let me go. Her hood falls back, and the once glossy locks of her dark hair are messy and tangled, streaked with thin lines of gray.
“I was afraid King Barron hurt you. I had no idea what happened until Kain and Sinister sent me your message.”
Searching eyes take in my appearance, and she holds me at arm’s length for several seconds. Meanwhile, the three shifters in the room haven’t taken their attention off of the stranger lurking near the door.
“Who are you?” Rime tilts his chin toward the hooded figure, and the silence settles as long fingers slowly lift back the dark cloak.
And there stands the mysterious mage from Isolde Island. The mermaid keeper.
“Took a break from your murderous mermaids?” Rime’s glare pins her in place, and his look alone cuts anger into the woman.
Her blonde head tips up with a defiant glint her eyes. “You mean the ones you didn’t kill? I know a murderer when I see one.” Her mouth snaps shut before she can spit in his face.
“That’s enough.” My mother steps in between them, glancing back at her friend to give a quiet glance that seems to say so much. “We’re all here for a different reason.”
“You…you came to fight your own cousin?” I ask hesitantly.
