“We’ll wait with him,” Luke promised.
“Give me twenty seconds to take them home, and then I’ll be right back here,” Shadrach promised.
When he moved away, Isaac laid back in the sand and breathed a sigh of relief. It was over, and everyone was okay.
Chapter 25
Shadrach
Shadrach didn’t sleep,the memory of Isaac’s blood on his hands too fresh for him to find rest. After they settled in bed together, he watched Isaac sleep, listening to his slow breaths and delighting in the warmth of his body. Sometime around midday, his phone chimed quietly, and he reluctantly rolled away from the softly snoring human to check it.
It was from Wolf.
Bring Isaac to the Rink. We’d like a word.
Shadrach sighed. It didn’t seem to be urgent, so he rolled back over to ease Isaac into wakefulness. His hair was a crimson splash against the white canvas of the pillowcase, and Shadrach’s eyes trailed a path down the planes of relaxed muscle. The sheet pooled around his middle, hiding the knife wound from view. Shadrach folded the sheet back and stroked a hand over the smooth skin. The scar was barely an inch long, still fresh and pink. Demon blood could heal many things, but it couldn’t erase scarring. It just spedup the natural healing process. He wished they could bring Lilith back just so he could take his time with her. She’d died too quickly for his liking.
“What’re you doing?” Isaac croaked, turning his head toward Shadrach and stretching his beautiful body.
“Admiring you,” he said. “And daydreaming about killing Lilith.”
“Can’t.” Isaac’s voice was husky with sleep. “I already killed her.”
“I know. We need to work on your technique. You always kill people far faster than they deserve.”
Isaac’s molten chuckle sent warmth through Shadrach’s veins. “My bad. I’ll try to do better.”
“See that you do.” He leaned in for a kiss that lingered, and Isaac’s fingers found their way into his hair, holding him in place.
When they parted, Isaac murmured against his lips, “Morning.”
“Good morning, killer. How are you feeling?” Shadrach asked.
“Surprisingly good, given that I was stabbed last night.”
“I got a text from Wolf. They want us to meet them at the Rink soon.”
“What for?” For a stone-cold killer, he pouted like a champ.
“They didn’t say. Don’t worry, we don’t have to stay long.” He’d much rather bring Isaac home and spend some more time worshiping him.
Isaac sighed, turning toward Shadrach to bury his face in his chest and throw an arm around his waist. “If we have to.”
Shadrach guided his head up and kissed him, slow andfeather-light. “Be a good boy, and I’ll tie you up and hurt you later.”
Isaac’s gaze darkened, and his cock twitched against Shadrach’s hip. “‘Kay.”
They dressed, and Isaac let Shadrach teleport them to the Rink instead of driving. It would be faster.
It was a little surprising when they arrived at the Rink to find it mostly deserted. The colorful lights over the training area were off, and Ira and Wolf were standing together by the snack bar. The scent of coffee filled the air, and Isaac made a noise of interest.
“Drink?” Wolf asked.
“Please,” he said, eyeing the coffeemaker.
“Still a bartender at heart, aren’t you, Wolfman?” Shadrach teased.
Wolf met Shadrach’s eyes. “You look different,” Wolf drawled. “I’ve never seen you smile like that. It’s weird.”
