Grave Mistakes (Hellgate Guardians #1)(69)
Even though Crux looks the most human out of all the guys, his tongue definitely does not. It’s like the hidden demon pearl in his human oyster. It’s deep purple in color, forked at the tip, and somehow, he seems to be able to...lengthen it. So naturally, now all I can think about is how long it can get and if he enjoys the taste of wet pussy? When I catch a glint of something, I lean in closer. “It’s pierced too?” I ask, nearly whimpering.
He wiggles the forked tip, showing off the fact that he can move both sides ambidextrously, while also confirming that both sides of the fork are in fact pierced. It’s like his tongue was made for cunnilingus. I’ve never wanted oral so badly in my whole life. He pulls it back into his perfectly normal looking mouth, and I fight off the disappointment that surges through me.
“That’s right, Jeter. I’m clearly the better option here if you’re looking to be pleasured.”
Echo rolls his eyes and adjusts himself in his pants, and sadly, I feel his shadows disintegrate. I bite my lip in disappointment. “Oh, please. My fucking shadows are way better than your creepy tongue,” he tells Crux.
Crux frowns over at him where they sit side-by-side on the couch. “No, they’re not.”
I want to tell them that I better just try them both so that I can compare and contrast, but before I can offer that helpful suggestion, the doorbell rings, the noise jolting me out of my carnal distraction.
“That’ll be the food,” I squeak out before clearing my throat a bit. “I’m going to go shower.”
I spin on my heel and leave the room before I can get tempted to strip down and beg for all the orgasms. It’s not a good idea. At least, not until I get the demon ash off of me. Priorities, right?
18
I toss and turn, the sheets on my bed tangling around me, tightening against my fevered skin like snakes slowly trying to wring me dry. I’m achy everywhere in the worst kind of way. Why didn’t I let Echo finish the job? I should’ve ripped off my pants, pointed at my vagina, and challenged, “First demon to give me twenty orgasms, wins!”
Stupid, Delta. Had to go and be all, “I don’t want to make things more complicated, so I’m just going to go to bed.”
What was I thinking? I’m a demon, what’s more complicated than that? I should be riding that orgasm train into bliss-coma station, not jumping off and being all “It’s cool, I’ll walk from here.” I had a free ride to some serious pleasure, and I just walked away? As Napoleon Dynamite would say, “Idiot.”
I rub at my clammy face and wish for the thousandth time tonight that I had batteries. My favorite toy is dead to the world, and I’m up horny creek without a dick paddle.
Can demons be summoned? Can I say Echo or Crux in the mirror three times and one of them will appear and make me come until I scream? Or scream until I come? Scream while I come?
I sigh at the possibilities as they swirl around my head like a flirty breeze, but then the curtains covering my window flutter slightly, like my teasing gentle wind is actually moving around the room and not just in my mind. I stare at the hanging panel of fabric for a moment as it settles and stops moving. My heart is suddenly pounding in my ears, and I strain to hear if the air conditioning kicked on and that’s what caused it.
The curtain is half dipped in shadow, and I do my best to try and see into the darkness. Without warning, Echo steps out of that shadowy spot in the corner of my room, and I gasp and scramble back against the metal headboard of my bed before my brain can scream at me that we know the intruder who just walked out of the darkness.
“What the fuck!” I screech at him, sagging in relief when I realize I’m not in danger.
His pitch-black eyes rake over my bare legs, trace the hem of my underwear where it meets my thigh, and then move up to caress over the wife beater I’m wearing as a pajama top. My nipples harden as his gaze skims over my breasts the way his shadows did earlier, and my heart kicks off for all kinds of new reasons, none of them involving fear.
“What are you doing in here?” I ask, my tone breathy and kissed with suggestion.
“We have unfinished business,” he answers, his voice more like a stroke against my body than just a mere sound. I swallow hard.
Echo steps toward the foot of my bed, and every nerve ending in my body feels like it’s a go for launch. He reaches down, fisting the sheet and blanket in his hand and then slowly pulls them toward him. The covers slip down my body, languidly exposing me inch by painfully slow and sensual inch. It’s hot as hell.
His eyes never leave mine as the blankets stroke down my legs. I don’t miss that it feels exactly like his shadows did against my skin earlier. If there was any question about Echo’s skills, they’ve evaporated like steam into the air, because this demon is seducing the shit out of me right now, and he’s barely even doing anything.
“Mmm, that’s better,” he observes when the sheet and blanket are pooled around the end of the bed, leaving me exposed.
We just stare for a moment at each other, and nerves start to gather in my stomach, but then, suddenly Echo is shirtless. The sight of him and what it does to me is like a battering ram to my insecurities.
I trace the lines of shadows on his body, his fluid tattoos tracing over his muscles and accentuating all that he’s got going on. It’s a lot. Like a lot a lot. I can’t wait to trace the planes of his body with my mouth and taste this demon’s shadows for myself.