Moments later, Everan yanked out and shouted my name as he painted my back with the hot jets of his release. I fell forward onto my belly and he crouched over me to lower his face to mine.
Everan whispered in my ear, “How was that for naughty?”
Chapter Twelve
In the morning, I left Everan in bed asleep and twisted to my townhouse in the Supemarket. I twisted naked since I intended to bathe and put on some fresh clothes. I went straight into the shower and that helped to wake me up but the scent of coffee that greeted me when I emerged from the bathroom was even more reviving.
“You beautiful angel,” I murmured as I quickly dressed.
Sure enough, Kyrian was downstairs waiting for me with a fresh pot of coffee. He looked amazing, as usual, in worn blue jeans and a button-down shirt, rolled up to his elbows. He'd been making an effort to dress more human lately—Cyprian's influence, I believe—and I loved it. With his dark blond hair, cut in a short, modern style, his warrior physique just slightly larger than Everan's, and his new summer tan, he looked like he was fresh off a farm. But his chiseled Triari features and full lips shifted that image into a model posing as a farm boy as opposed to a real farmer.
“I love you so much,” I declared as I reached for the cup of coffee in his hand.
“Uh-uh-uh,” he chided and pulled it back, his deep blue eyes sparkling. “Kiss first, then you get coffee.”
“If I must.” I sighed dramatically.
Kyrian's strong hand, capable of holding swords nearly as tall as me, grabbed my hip and pulled me forward. His mouth covered mine with a murmured sound of contentment and his tongue slipped past my lips to invade. My arms went around him, hands kneading his back, and I sank into our kiss. Kyrian is steadfast—the loyal lover—and I could feel his honest eagerness through the pressure of his lips and the teasing touch of his tongue. That being said, he was also a Triari prince and those hands that held me so tenderly had also killed without mercy. When a Triari soldier employs their halo, all of their emotion is compressed into cool reason. But I had broken through the blinding white of Kyrian's aura and forced him to feel, even when he didn't want to. Now, my angel rarely wore his halo.
After we'd both had our fill, we eased back, stroked each other lovingly, and then Kyrian handed me the mug of coffee—already fixed the way I liked it. Isn't that one of the signs of true love—when your partner knows how to make your coffee? If it isn't, it should be.
“Thank you.” I took the mug with a sultry look down his body.
“You're welcome. Now, what would you like for breakfast? I've been watching these television shows that teach humans to cook and I've learned a few recipes.”
“You've been watching cooking shows?” surprise filled my question. I settled onto a seat at my tiny dining table and looked at him askance.
“I've got to do something when I'm not with you.” He shrugged. “It's not as if I have a lot of friends. I hang out with Malik or Cyprian sometimes but...” He shrugged again.
“But you need other social interaction,” I concluded. “Why don't you call Davorin or Jason?”
“Not Leo?” Kyrian smirked.
“Leo is a bit of a ladies man,” I acknowledged what we both knew to be true. “I don't know how I'd feel about you guys getting close. Davorin and Jason are more the type of men you'd be friends with.”
“But Davorin is in love with you,” he shot back. “I don't know how he'd feel about hanging out with me.”
“He's not in love with me.” I looked away, uncomfortable.
Davorin had nearly died recently. He had been infected by Phantasma goo—an alien parasite that allowed my old arch-nemesis, Phantasma, to control him. While under her control, Dav had snuck into my hotel room and done very intimate things to me. I'd thought he was one of my men at first and when I realized that he wasn't, he fled before I could see his face. Phantasma had relished telling me that it was her mind controlling Davorin's body and she had experienced it along with him. After Phantasma was killed, her control vanished and Dav returned to himself. He was so broken up about what he'd been forced to do that he let a bit of emotion slip into his apology.
“I was there, Amara. I heard what Davorin said.” Kyrian gave me an understanding but firm look. “He loves you.”
“He thought he was about to die,” I insisted. “And when he said he loved me, he meant it as a friend.”
“When people are about to die, they say things they normally don't have the courage to say,” Kyrian argued. “He meant every word and he meant them in the most romantic way possible.”
“Okay, well, that still leaves Jason.” I gave up on Dav, mainly because it made me too uncomfortable to keep talking about him. “He'd love to hang out with you.”
“Maybe I'll give him a call.”
“Good. Oh! There's also Falcan. And there are lots of Triari soldiers stationed at the Embassy. Why don't you... why are you laughing?”
“Falcan is in love with you too.”
“He is not!”
“Oh, yes, he is.”
