“You’re a demon.”
“You can’t leave him unattended,” his smirk is bordering on hittable, “what if something happens to him while you’re downstairs nonchalantly making lunch?”
Why does that sound like a threat?!
If looks could kill I would have burnt him alive solely with my eyes. I click my teeth as I head back into my room and grab fifty dollars from my wallet.
Nice, my ass. I was obviously hallucinating that one time for sure.
I pawn it off to him, and it feels like some kind of shady transaction as he steps into my room.
“Don’t touch anything.” My warning is icy. “And if you wake him, I’ll kill you.”
He hums in response and I really don’t trust him one bit, but I head down to the kitchen anyway, taking the stairs two at a time. But the moment I reach the kitchen my body locks into place and freezes in the doorway.
Reuben blinks at me with coffee in hand and my breath immediately catches in my throat. He looks relaxed, the tension that was there in his shoulders a few nights ago has vanished and his eyes look just a bit brighter than before.
I remember reading somewhere that debauchery rejuvenates demons.
It’s my first time seeing one in the flesh.
My eyes lock on the pink marks on the skin beneath his collar and an unfamiliar sensation rises up from my stomach, a new unpleasantness I’m not used to.
He grins at me, “I heard my sister’s kid fell in love with you—”
I leave the kitchen before he even has time to finish.
Nope.
Not ready.
Most definitely.
Not ready.
“Christian?” He calls after me, but I’m already at the top of the stairs.
If he does that thing of his—
If he reads me when I’m like this—
I step into my room, and Gabriel tilts his head in confusion. Before he can speak, I’ve plucked my fifty dollars from his fingers, “Not hungry anymore. You can go.”
I’m practically shoving him to his feet and out the door when Reuben appears at the top of the stairs. I’m closing the door in both their speechless faces before they can stop me, releasing a breath of relief… until the regret sets in and I’m crouching to the floor with a hand over my head like a fool.
“What did you do now?” I can hear the amusement in Gabriel’s voice on the other side of the door.
“I literally just got back.” Reuben sounds exasperated. “What didyoudo? Why were you in there?”
“Huh.” Gabriel doesn’t answer but for some reason, I can imagine a stupid smirk on his face.
Only when they finally leave down the hall, bantering with each other, do I find the courage to finally lift my head.
I groan quietly. That wasn’t natural at all.
But playing it cool was never going to work with Reuben. It never did before, and it wouldn’t work now.
My dick is hard just from seeing the marks on his neck, pink bites that look like flowers on his skin. Did that guy put them there? A dark feeling steeps in my chest until suddenly I’m tracing the marks on his skin with my lips in my mind. Renewing and replacing them.
