But I won’t press her.
I have her here when I thought I might never see her again. She’s here. That’s what’s important. She’ll tell me when she’s ready.
“Tell me what hurts then.” I massage soap along her slender shoulders and over the slick ridge of her wing, and her head rolls from side to side as I work her body without ever touching her where I really want my fingers to explore. Her beautiful wings shift in a way that makes me realize she’s enjoying my hands on her body.
I wait for her to tell me how to take care of her aches and pains but her fingers wrap slowly around my wrist. She guides my fingertips down the valley of her breasts, teasing the slick mounds just slightly before she pushes my palm down her stomach, across her hips, and finally between her thighs.
“Right here,” she says on a shaking sigh.
My lips part with a slow smile. I hover over that smirk against her lips, never closing the distance of the water that cascades down our mouths.
“You hurt right here, mi corazón?” My palm rocks slowly against her sex and her back arches as she nods her head needily to me.
My fingers slide slowly down the slickness of her folds and my cock throbs at the feel of her hot pussy.
“What about right here?” I tease her entrance circling slowly before sliding back up.
“Yeah,” she whimpers out and I breathe in that sigh of desperation like it fills my soul itself.
I push hard across her clit and her knees shake, nails digging into my shoulders as she presses her slick chest fully against me.
“Right here?” I whisper against her ear, my lips brushing just faintly.
“Mmmm,” is all she says as she nods hard, her lashes clenched close as heavy breaths push from her lungs.
My lips are worshiping along her wet skin as my fingers are worshiping between her thighs and all I want to do is bury myself in her and make her understand how hard my heart beats for her.
But then, the sound of a throat clearing cuts into my plans.
Droplets cling to my lashes when I look up and find a demon leaning casually against the tile wall, water spraying over his white shoes that are crossed one over the other. A smug smile presses to his lips when my eyes meet his.
“Shower sex is actually not the healthiest way to fuck. UTI’s, the danger of falling, things sliding into the wrong place at the wrong time. The bedroom’s a pretty safe environment. I get that that can be kind of vanilla too, but if you wanted to spice things up, I think she has three other boyfriends you could share with.” Phoenix’s arms fold across his wet white shirt, and I don’t know if I’ve ever wanted to rip his throat open so bad in my entire life.
“Do you mind?” I grind out through tightly clenched teeth.
“Not at all. Don’t mind me,” Phoenix says, lifting his chin like he’s fully prepared to watch me fuck the woman I know he loves.
How does he do that?
Does being soulless completely give him the power to not give an actual fuck when I touch her? Like I am right now.
I’m just about to tell him to fuck off when he speaks. “I want to call a truce.”
At that my eyebrow lifts and I finally slide my hand fully away from Izzy’s sex, hating that I’m giving in to an incubus instead of giving her exactly what she wants. If our roles were reversed, he’d fuck her in front of me without even hesitating.
But mating, it’s intimate. I love seeing her so raw beneath my touch.
And maybe it’s selfish, but I hate sharing that with anyone.
“What kind of truce?” I finally ask as the warm water begins to turn cold against my skin.
Izzy’s breath is a quiet sound like she doesn’t dare disrupt deadly animals in their natural kingdom.
“I think you want alone time with Iz but I think Iz wants you to get your fucking head out of your ass and try to be friends with us.”
This truce shit doesn’t sound as great as I had originally thought it would.
“So, let me meet you on your ground,” he says.
