“Is there a reason you’repettingme?”
“You have a sexy stomach,” Rhys blurts, tensing before she shrugs unabashedly against my back. Her persistent fingers curl into my shirt, trying to feel up the muscles underneath again. “Did you know you have a bazillion abs? I swear I counted at least ten of them, and I wasn’t even done.” Her stream of words aren’t awkward this time.
“Is this an oddity for puny human males?” How a woman is ever satisfied by a mortal man is confusing. The ones I witnessed in Rhys’s pack were nothing more than overgrown boys hopped up on measly power. They wouldn’t survive a single second in the bowels of Hell.
Rhys deserves more than anything they could offer.
Not that I’ll be the one to give it to her.
“Ha. Yeah, no.” Her head rocks against my back as she shakes it. “I’ve only seen a ten pack in… uh… movies.” The tightness in her voice and the pitch change tells me she’s lying.
I cock my head to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of the woman behind me, but all I see is the top of her blonde head.
Aric lifts us high above the ledge Rhys fell from earlier and lands in a plume of ashy dust. It billows out in a foggy cloud that causes a heavy cough to tremble through Rhys. I swiftly dismount, swinging my leg over the side of the dragon and landing on my feet.
The bastard lowers even further to the ground for Rhys, a courtesy he didn’t extend to me.
Reaching up, I catch Rhys as she slips down Aric’s gleaming black scales. My hands clasp around her waist, and even though I shouldn’t, I pull her against my chest and lower her inch by inch to the ground.
Her breath catches as she feels the hardness waiting for her. I want to hide it from her and bury it in her all at the same time.
Ultimately, I step back from her intoxicating curves.
“Your abs aren’t the only thing you have over human men,” she whispers under her breath shyly, and my lips actually tug up in one corner.
Rhys’s sky blue eyes sparkle, reminding me of the only thing I’ll miss about Midgard. Their sky is bright, warm, and free, exactly like Rhys.
“Where have you seen ten packs, Rhys?” I ask her directly, the hard glare of my gaze settling on her. I dare her to tell me a lie.
She laughs, then sobers when she realizes all three of us are staring at her. Latham and Aric easily overheard our conversation earlier with their enhanced hearing, each of them picking up on the easy inflection of the falsehood she spilled.
She should know better after traveling through three realms together. She can’t keep anything from us.
Perhaps that’s why she’s so refreshing. Sin doesn’t taint Rhys the way it does the rest of us.
There’s a purity in her that will draw more than just the three of us into her orbit.
Hell is going to dig its claws into Rhys and rip out every pretty little piece of her soul, coating it in thick, inky, sin filled mire.
“You know… romantic comedies… action flicks… Chris Hemsworth…” She rattles on with a blush staining her cheeks that has nothing to do with the heat rising off of Hell’s river.
“Porn.” Aric smirks as he shifts back to the asshole he always is.
Rhys’s eyes grow wide, but the blush deepens until it’s nearly red, admitting it without words.
“You watch porn?” Latham asks, interest lighting his eyes like he never expected such a sin from such an innocent girl.
But Rhys isn’t innocent.
She’s pure goodness.
There’s a difference.
She shrugs lightly.
Latham’s bewildered eyes widen. “Like… what kind?”
And then even Aric is more than interested in her response.
