The other?
The other is wrapped around his cock.
And worst of all?
His eyes are open.
And he's looking right atme.
My body locks up, but my brain? My brain is running in circles, screaming, setting off fire alarms.
What.
The.
Actual.
Fuck.
I have walked in on a lot of things in my weird, not-quite-dead existence. Murder? Yes. Demon summoning? You bet. But this?
This is a new and horrifying low.
“I—” I clamp my mouth shut so hard my teeth nearly fuse together. I need to leave. I need to leave right fucking now.
“Grim Reaper,” Cassian growls.
Low.
Husky.
Dangerous.
My breath catches. My entire body seizes up at the sound of it—rough, edged with something dark, something primal. I don't even know if he means it as a threat or a greeting or a truly deranged invitation.
All I know is his hand doesn’t stop moving.
And I’m staring at his cock like it’s a live grenade and I’m the idiot standing too close.
My brain is on a full, catastrophic meltdown, but my body is fully ignoring me. But somehow—somehow—there is something even worse happening.
I feel… exactly the same way I did when I touched Talon yesterday. When I looked into Nathaniel’s soul.
Warmth spreads through me, trickling from my head to my toes before settling directly in my lower belly.
“Why are you still staring?” Cassian growls.
Huh?
Um, good question. Great question. I would also like to know.
I try to force my mouth to work, to make any kind of sound—preferably words, but at this point, I’d take a wheeze. Anything to break whatever the fuck this tension is. But my throat is drier than a cursed mummy’s tomb, and my brain? Absolutely not cooperating.
“Grim Reaper,” he repeats, and this time… oh no. Oh no, no, no. There’s something else in his voice.
Lust.
My pulse leaps like it’s trying to escape my body.
