“What are you saying to her?” I demand.
“I told her watching her wet little pussy swallow your huge cock was making me hungry.” Callum’s dark chuckle sends shivers down my spine, and Sheena squeezes me a little tighter.
“Dude,” I groan. “She strangles my dick every time you talk.”
The smug fucker just grins, bending his head back to her ear and resuming his nasty play-by-play loud enough for me to hear. He tells her he could watch her take dick all day, that nothing could be more gorgeous than her blush, and that he’ll never get enough of her pussy or her laugh. The mix of filthy and sweet is taking us both apart.
When he describes how he can’t wait until we’re both buried inside her together, my rhythm falters. Sheena pulls Callum’s hair and kisses him desperately. I slide my hand between our bodies and rub tight, firm circles on her clit like my life depends on it.
Sheena’s mouth opens in a silent scream, her entire body strung tight from the force of her orgasm. With that fucking view, I can’t hold off any longer. I finish inside her, dropping a final bruising kiss to her lips as I come.
When my arms start to tremble from the effort it takes to keep from crushing her, I pull away and flop onto my back. Callum curls around her other side, and for the next few minutes, we lay in silence, sprawled near the footboard in a messy heap of ragged breathing.
“Do you think the tub is big enough for three?” Sheena’s voice is hoarse.
“I bet we can make it work,” Callum says, pressing a smacking kiss to her shoulder. “We’ve certainly fit three in other situations that usually only call for two.”
His dirty comment earns him a half-hearted smack that he easily dodges by rolling off the bed. As he heads into the bathroom to start the water, I can’t resist pulling Sheena back into my arms.
“You know you mean more to me than I’ll ever be able to say,” I tell her.
“But you tell me all the time,” Sheena insists, shaking her head. “When you treat me like I’m the only person in the room.In the way you hold me tight.” She runs her fingers down my arm. “You make love to me with your entire soul, so how could I doubt you?”
I smile as I look down at her sleepy face.
Cal calls out to let us know the bath is ready. I press a kiss to Sheena’s forehead and carry her to the tub. It’s a tight fit, but we manage it. Laughing and splashing around, I let the warm water wash away the worst of my worry.
I don’t believe the gods would bring us together only to tear us apart. We just have to have a little faith.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-THREE
IDRIS
My magic lashes out like an icy storm. Frozen bursts send the papers I’ve been sifting through flying across the room. I sip from my tumbler of whiskey, but only a trickle of liquor makes it through the sheet of ice that’s formed in the glass.
The little djinn is going to die.
She is fading away like sunlight devoured by night, fragile as butterfly wings and just as fleeting. Soon she will be gone, and another ghost will haunt me.
Perhaps the gods have cursed me to stand silently by as an impotent witness to tragedy, saddling me with the weight of the cruelest of memories. I have knowledge, but it cannot help her. I have power, but it cannot save her. I can take her pain, but not the true poison siphoning away her life force.
Even now, as her magic consumes her from the inside out, Sheena clings to hope.Insidious and slippery, I have no stomach for that particular emotion.
I look down at the useless spread of papers with disgust, cursing myself for getting involved in the first place. There is neither word nor rumor of any magical objects or talismans kept hidden through time. Now, as her strength wanes, I am out of answers.
I wish she had never turned her green eyes in my direction.
A floorboard creaks, and I sense her incubus demon standing behind me. I turn to find him staring at my destroyed study, fear etched across his face.
“You really can’t help her,” Callum says, each syllable warped by pain. It puts a damper on the rage I feel at the invasion of my privacy at two o’clock in the morning.
“I cannot,” I admit, forcing my fists to unclench.
“Do you know how long she has?”
His voice trembles, but there’s an undercurrent of determination that surprises me. Perhaps I underestimated him.If only that mattered.
