Obsidian was surprised when Penelope didn’t come to her brother’s defense. Instead, she smiled, thanked Reidar for the food and drinks, then snatched the ice bucket.
“May I?” she asked, moving toward the door.
The only reason Obsidian agreed was because the ice machine was in the alcove between the two rooms. While she headed that way, he stepped out onto the sidewalk and kept an eye on her.
“How long until Seraphina gets suspicious?” he asked Reidar, dividing his attention.
“I shot her a text from Oliver’s phone, said he was tied up for a few hours.” The male smiled, clearly realizing the double meaning. “I figure she’s realizing he’s gone right about now. Which means, if she’s planning to follow, we’ve got a decent head start.”
It certainly helped that demons didn’t have the ability to teleport, nor could they venture out in the daylight.
“They’ll follow,” he assured Reidar.
“I figure as much. We’ll seal up the room for the day and take shifts sleeping. Not willing to risk the male slipping out on us.”
Obsidian’s gaze settled on Penelope as she walked toward the room. “Do whatever it takes. And thanks for the food.”
“No problem.”
Penelope gave Reidar a sweet smile before she stepped into the room, trading places with him as he exited. When the male cleared the doorway, Obsidian closed the door behind him, locked it, then went to work with the extra security measures.
“Looks like Reidar’s a bit of an overachiever. I’d be surprised if the restaurant has any food left.”
“He’s proactive,” Obsidian told her, keeping his attention on the door and the sensors he was positioning.
Once everything was in place, he tucked his tools in his bag, then set it on the floor beside the bed. When he turned to see what Penelope was doing, his breath lodged in his throat.
“Lord have mercy,” he whispered.
To his surprise—and delight—hisamsouelotwas standing completely naked at the foot of the bed.
She smiled shyly. “Unless you wanted to eat first.”
Within a second, he had her flat on her back, his lips fused to hers.
He wanted to take his time, to graze every delicious inch of her with his lips, but his body ached for hers in a way that shocked him. Based on the way she clawed at his T-shirt, fumbled with the button on his jeans, she felt the same. With surprising dexterity, they managed to strip off his clothes and finally …finally, Obsidian was sliding into the warm haven of Penelope’s body.
A rough growl erupted from his chest as heat coursed through him. This was the only place he ever needed to be, right here with her, their bodies joined as one. He propped her knee over his forearm and angled his hips, pushing in deep, retreating slowly, their tongues gliding, dancing.
Every muscle trembled as Obsidian slowed his pace, wanting to drag Penelope up to the height of exquisite ecstasy before sending her over. When she cupped his face, he pulled back, stared into those beautiful eyes. They were locked together both physically and emotionally, the high unlike anything he’d ever felt before, stealing his breath.
Riding that razor-sharp edge, he thrust into her again and again, slow and deep as her body clutched his. It was the sound of his name on her lips that sent him over, following her right into oblivion.
Chapter Thirteen
PERFIDIOUSWATCHEDTHEFEMALESTROLLACROSSTHEcrowded casino floor, offering drinks to the pathetic humans feeding the slot machines. He turned his attention to the others wearing the same sad outfit, seeking one in particular.
Okay, that was a lie. He didn’t give a fuck about Penelope, though she should’ve been his only concern. Without a doubt, Lucifer would be sending for him if he didn’t complete his mission within a reasonable amount of time, and there was no doubt, their definitions of reasonable were far from aligned. Of course, since Lucifer was the big boss, Perfidious couldn’t argue that he preferred a more relaxed working environment. The devil didn’t much care about Perfidious’s preferences.
Unfortunately for all, Perfidious was far too preoccupied to worry about the human right now. Even as he should be looking for Penelope, his eyes were scanning the area for Asmia, the Fae who’d plagued his mind since their first introduction. Because her presence the other night seemed to line up perfectly with Penelope’s shift, Perfidious was expecting to find her waiting in the wings, protecting the pitifulamsouelot.
“Well, well, well.”
Definitely not who he was looking for.
The seductive voice came from behind him, causing him to slowly pivot. He caught sight of the statuesque demon strutting his way, damn near every eye in the vicinity locked on her.
Could’ve been the board-straight black hair that hung to her waist. Or perhaps the voluptuous curves or the fact that she was six feet tall and wearing a sinful red dress that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. No doubt she’d teased at least a dozen males with her generous helping of tits and ass, which were both spilling out of that tiny piece of fabric.
