They’re all gone.
And I’m alone.
Everyone I loved. Everyone I cared for… all gone.
“Torin!”
I jerk awake, startled by the sound of my name which pulled me out of a strange dream I want to remember no part of. My chest is tight and my entire body hurts, but the first thing I see when I wake up eases me.
“Hey, you were thrashing pretty badly in your sleep,” Riley says as he leans over me, looking half asleep. I notice when he’s tired or first wakes up, the illusion over his eyes isn’t always inplace and I can see the darkness that has consumed any pigment his eyes once held.
I reach up and cup his cheek, but he just seems confused and starts to ooze back toward the couch with Kit on his shoulder. Her eyes are closed, so he’s feeling his way back toward it.
“I can’t sleep. Comfort me,” I say, grabbing his wrist and dragging him on top of me.
“What the hell is this? No!” he protests as I drag him down with no intention of letting him back up again.
“Shhh… I need to be comforted,” I demand as I pin his body, which is weakened by sleepiness, to me. He’s kind of sprawled over me, his head pressing into the wall the bed is up against and his feet hanging off the other side of the bed, but he’s not fighting too hard, so I consider it a win.
I smile, especially pleased when he closes his eyes and begins to drift. I’m sure he’ll be feisty as fuck the second he wakes up, so I must try to soothe the beast while I can.
My fingers trail down his wrist before I draw his hand close to me and feel his fingers that are stained in black. Will this just consume him until one day it reaches his heart and kills him?
As a god, I’ve grown used to people dying around me, people who I will outlive, but…
My mind sinks back into that dream, and I know what it means.
I have to go back, but there’s a chance that I’ll never be able to return here if I do.
Honestly, what is it about this human that interests me so much? When’s the last time I’ve been so fascinated by a single person? I’ve always enjoyedallthe pretty men and women… yet today I turned down a succubus because I was too caught up in thoughts about this peculiar human.
My finger trails down one of his, and he seems to partially wake up because he grumbles, “Why am I in your bed?”
“I’m pretty sure you dove into it, saying that you missed me.”
“I miss my bed.” He slides off me and squeezes between the wall and my body before giving me a solid push, ripping a blanket off me and onto him as he proceeds to roll himself into a burrito… very much like the burrito we had for dinner that was somehow even better than the pizza.
“I would like to eat a burrito,” I say, eyeing the burrito laid out before me.
“Go find yourself one. Have fun.”
I grumble, displeased that the burrito I would like to nibble on has ducked into its shell so I can’t even sample any part of him.
I roll onto my side, slide my hands around the burrito, and press my dick against the spot where I feel like the burrito’s ass is.
The burrito unfurls with a vicious look, and I’m left retreating to the far end of the bed while he smugly takes up three-quarters of it and his vermin wraps around his head.
He plans to torture me to death. That is what is happening here.
I watch him from a distance since I’m not allowed to hold him and find myself soothed for the first time since I woke up with one of those dreams that plague me every night. Maybe it’s worse tonight because I know that I plan to make the trek back home.
Maybe he’d give me a pity fuck if I told him I might never come back, but it’s oddly satisfying just watching him.
When has Torin, God of War and Love, ever been satisfied just by watching someone sleep? I decide it must be the fun of the chase… which he is determined to make me do.
I wake up in bed with sunlight shining through the window. It has to be the first time I’ve woken after dawn in a very long time. The burrito is pressed up against my body like he thinks it’s okay to press his dick againstmyleg first thing in the morning, but I can’t spoon him.
Riley opens his eyes, though Kit is still asleep, so I have to assume he can’t see me. But when his hand presses down on my chest, I know he can very much feel me.
