The Unlikeable Demon Hunter (Nava Katz #1)(41)

“They’ll induct him right away, and Ari will have his magic to keep him safe,” Rohan finished.

“Yeah.” I shot him my best beseeching look.

He sighed. “I feel for you and Ari both, but you need to be patient. It hasn’t even been a week. Rushing into situations you’re not yet ready for gets you dead.”

And not rushing things might lose me my brother.

Shivering as much from cold as disappointment, I hooked my chin into the neck of the hoodie, folding the cuffs over my hands.

“You barely have anything on under there.” Despite Rohan’s contemptuous tone, when he poked at my sleeve, his hands lingered a second too long.

“Maybe the demons aren’t the only ones who want bragging rights of bagging the first non-dick-swinging Rasha.” I tugged away, irritated.

Rohan’s nostrils flared. “Fuck you the first for thinking I kiss and tell,” he said. “And fuck you the second if you think I need bragging rights when it comes to sex. You’re not that much of a novelty.” The angry growl in his voice convinced me that his motives were the normal “have sex because sex with an attractive girl would be great” variety and not anything involving notches on belts.

This game I could play.

I placed my hand on my hoodie’s zipper. “You want me to flash you?” My half-smile was accompanied by my best “sideways eye slide looking up through half-open lashes” maneuver.

A car’s headlights swept over us.

Rohan pushed me deeper into the shadows. “Don’t do me any favors.”

I slid the hoodie zipper down, waiting to see if he’d stop me.

He didn’t. Instead, he frowned as he inspected tonight’s cotton sleepwear offering. “Yesterday’s was cuter.” He motioned around my cleavage. “It had that purple lace.”

I glanced up at my window, realizing how far into the room I could see from here. “You perved on me last night? Some guard you are.”

He didn’t even have the good grace to look ashamed. “Bring more of those when you move.”

“Because this is all about you.”

Rohan bopped the end of my nose with his index finger. “See? Was that so hard to admit?”

Grumbling, secretly pleased, definitely annoyed with myself for figuring out how many cute, electricity-proof outfits I owned, I zipped up my sweater and headed inside.





11





What an ass.

And what an ass. I grasped the top of the chair in my bedroom against the full body swoon making me wonky. My body was on fire after that little encounter. Not in a Rasha way. I throbbed in a simmering coil of need, the feel of every steely inch of him imprinted on my skin.

I switched off my overhead light, pretending I was just getting ready to go to sleep, and enjoying the delicious sense of anticipation. Rohan might be infuriating in real life but he was prime source material for personal fantasy usage.

After latching my window and drawing my blinds tight, I settled myself on my bed. Letting myself get comfortable by taking a few steady inhales and exhales before I slid my hand under my shirt to skim my palms across my breasts.

Rohan’s intense gold irises danced in my memory. My tits grew heavier and heavier in my hands and I tweaked my nipples, biting the inside of my cheek to keep from crying out at the zing that shot through me.

My other hand crept into my shorts, as I mentally lingered on all of Rohan’s fine attributes, starting at the bottom and working my way up. The clench of his gluts as he’d jumped out the window that first night demanded multiple replayings.

I imagined what it would be like to start at his toes and lick my way up his body, lingering in the hollows behind his knees, nipping the hard muscle along his inner thigh, saving the image of taking him in my mouth–for now. My fingers met with wetness as I ran my index finger up and down along my opening. I wanted him bad, those hands holding me down. I wanted him to ask me to flash him in my backyard and I wanted to do it. My hips rolled.

Fumbling over my head with my other hand for my pillow, I stuffed it over my face to muffle the quiet moans I was beginning to make. Cuntessa de Spluge pulsed, demanding some “me time” so I obliged, ghosting my finger over my clit in the slowest of small circular motions.

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so turned on. Or liked a guy so much. No, craved a guy. That’s all it was.

Part of me yearned to tease this sensation out for as long as possible but patience was not my strong suit. I yanked my shorts all the way down and shoved the fingers of my other hand inside, pretending they were Rohan’s. Praying my gasp was muted by the pillow in my mouth. Everything about him would be big and rough. His stubble against my nipples, his callused hands pushing deep within me, sending me over the edge. I bit my bottom lip, a heavy sigh shuddering through me.

Champagne bubbles danced through my body, my ab muscles tightening at the growing pull spiraling deeper and wider inside me. I rode my hand harder, not able to take it slow. My thighs shook; my breath came in irregular pants. Tipping my head back, I muffled my cries against my pillow. Tiny waves rippled out from my core, growing bigger and more intense.

Just as that final vibrating quake should have hurled me over the edge into fabulous free fall, an image of his smug grin at being my masturbatory material popped up on my internal screen.