His hands come up to cup my cheeks, and his lips just as gently press against mine. The kiss starts out like a soft cool breeze on a warm spring day, but it doesn’t take much for me to want to dive all the way into his cool lips. I thread his long beautiful blue hair through my fingers, gently grazing his horns as I wordlessly ask for more. He responds without hesitation and kisses me deeper, sweeping a cold tongue against mine and making me gasp.
The ache I feel for him blazes into a full blown blizzard of need, and all I can think about right now is how much I want us to explore each other with our mouths and hands. I want to feel his naked cool skin against mine and stare into his deep-ocean eyes as he fucks me. I want to discover which positions we like, what his skin sounds like slapping against mine, and what he looks like as he comes.
I have so many questions that can only be answered by his body being in mine and us finally being together in all the ways that we want, but life...is a prick.
Iceman pulls away and leans his cool forehead against mine. We both pant, and I can’t help but run my palms up his well-muscled torso. He cradles my head and smiles, like he can read my mind, and then places a kiss on my nose before stepping back. “Soon,” he promises, and the dark rumble of his voice makes me have to press my legs together.
“Just a quickie?” I ask, unable to pull away from his too tempting body.
Iceman chuckles. “I want to take my time with you, Maverick. Spend hours learning your body, making you come. I need time to wring the level of pleasure from your body that I want to. I will soon. You can count on it.”
I’m pretty sure if he just keeps talking like that, I’ll come, but I don’t press my luck. We have answers that we need, and who knows how long we can keep Nefta here to get them.
I sigh forlornly and Iceman chuckles at the sound.
I walk back to grab the shirt as I quickly drop the robe. I step into the crop top, pulling it all the way up and over my chest. It fits snugly against my perky girls, showing off my peaked nipples that seem intent on trying to get Iceman to play with them. I try to pep talk my lady bits that if all goes well, we can have Iceman strip us out of these clothes later.
“Ready?” he asks, his voice huskier than normal.
“Yes,” I reply as I turn around to face him, and my hooded eyes let him know that I’m not talking about Nefta.
He smiles again, looking so damn handsome that I know my nipples aren’t going to go down any time soon. “Patience,” he chides teasingly before reaching down and grasping my hand to pull me out of the room and into the hall.
“Whose room was that, by the way?” I ask curiously as I walk beside him.
“Yours, if you want it. But you can pick any of the available rooms. That one is the largest...though I think we’ll need to get a bigger bed.”
I laugh. “Yeah, I think so too.”
I picture four King mattresses pushed together and me, just lifted and rotated to each demon throughout the night for snuggles. It’s a life I’m down for, and I’m excited to start building it with them. I thought maybe I’d feel sadder or more unsure about leaving my parents’ house, but I think I’ve realized that, as much as I treasure that house and have every intention of fixing it up and making it the best house it can possibly be, I’ve been stuck living someone else’s dream.
I’m ready for my own now.
24
Iwalk into the sitting room hand in hand with Iceman. We walk over to where my other demons are sitting or standing, watching Nefta sip coffee from a delicate china cup while holding the matching saucer.
The sight is somewhat comical, since she’s still slightly gory and wearing armor that’s looking a bit better than the last time I saw it. I’d guess Grumpy Lurch or someone did their best to clean the demon carnage off of her, but it’s still in the nooks and crannies, so I try not to focus on it too much.
I check on Taz on the couch, but he’s still out like a light. I wonder why Strut didn’t move them into beds, but then again, knowing him, he’s probably counting this room as a lost cause and wasn’t going to sully anything else with the battle grime the Nihil and Legion Angel are currently sporting.
“Your mates were just informing me of how the battle ended. I’m glad to see you on your feet and recovered,” Nefta tells me primly.
Iceman and I take a seat across from her. “How are you feeling?” I ask, unsure of where else to start.
“I’m fully recovered, thank you.”
Awkward silence fills the air for a beat, and then Nefta and I both start at the same time. “What the fuck am I?” I ask bluntly as she says, “We should just get to the point. No beating around the bush.”
We both pause, and I can’t help the chuckle that sneaks out of my lips. She smiles, only one side of her mouth lifting up, but it’s something, and I notice her visibly relax. I guess it’s safe to say that this is weird for both of us.
Nefta releases a deep breath, and I can almost feel the bone-deep weariness in it. She looks over at Tazreel to make sure he’s still out, and then her rich purple eyes land back on me. “Do you trust your mates?” she asks carefully.
“Implicitly,” I answer without hesitation.
She pauses for a moment, as if she wants to make sure I really mean it, and then she nods. “I wish this legacy wasn’t yours now too, but as much as I tried to keep all of this from you, it seems fate simply has other plans,” she starts, and I’m taken aback by the depth of regret and sorrow I see in her gaze. I feel like Nefta just let a wall down, and I’m all at once not sure if I’m ready to see what’s on the other side.
“I was supposed to be the last of our line. That’s what I intended anyway, before…” She gestures over to Tazreel. “Every member of my family is dead, and not from lack of trying to stay alive, but because once others become aware of what we are, they kill us. I was hoping to save you from that.”
