I can’t help it. I burst out laughing.
Dravik gazes down at me, his expression twisting in confusion. “Are you… what is happening?”
I continue laughing, clutching at my aching stomach. The sounds peeling from my open mouth eventually alert Rhune, who rushes into the room with messy hair and bleary, sleep-filled eyes.
“Willow?” He rubs his eyes. “What’s wrong?”
Dravik rears back, gazing down at me with wide, frightened eyes. “I think she is broken…”
I howl, wiping a tear from the corner of my eye. “I’m… okay… just… funny…”
Rhune pushes Dravik away from me, pulling my quivering body into his arms. He leans down, nuzzling my neck with his nose. It tickles, and only serves to make me laugh harder—which causes the demons to grow even more alarmed.
Rhune whips his head toward Dravik with an accusatory glare. “What did you do to her?”
“Nothing!” he shouts. “I was trying to protect her!”
“Clearlyyou didsomething! Put her back to how she was!”
Dravik sputters. “I… I can do no such thing! I don’t even know whathappened!”
Rhune places me gently onto the bed of furs, a deep whine echoing in his throat as he nuzzles my cheek. “Willow… my willow… what did that monsterdoto you?”
Rhune holds me, stroking my hair and holding me to his chest like I might pass away right there and then. Eventually, my laughter subsides, and I become aware of the fact that I’m sitting in Rhune’s lap—and there’s something large andhardpoking me in the back.
That sobers me right up.
“Um… you can let me go now,” I murmur, heat creeping up my neck.
Rhune lets out a relieved breath. “Thank goodness. Are you okay, pet?”
“I’m fine,” I say, my voice strained. “Just peachy.”
Rhune flips me around to face him, and I can breathe now that his massive cock isn’t pressing into my spine.
“Your eyes were leaking again.” He wipes his thumb beneath my eyes, a deep frown creasing his handsome face. “You are sad?”
I shake my head. “No, not sad. It was funny. I was laughing so hard I cried.”
Both demons tilt their heads, brows furrowed. It makes me laugh again.
“I fail to see what is humorous about me protecting you from potential threats,” Dravik grumbles.
“It wasn’t a threat, silly.” I gesture to my stomach. “I’m just hungry. My stomach makes that noise when I haven’t eaten in a while.”
Rhune looks haughtily at Dravik. “Hah. You thought herstomachwas a predator? Silly Dravik.”
I scoff. “Please. You probably thought the same thing the first time you heard it.”
His eyes flash bright pink, and he dips his head, looking slightly embarrassed. “Perhaps…”
I chuckle, and the sound brings a smile to Rhune’s face.
“You are hungry, yes? I will bring you food.”
Without another word, Rhune places me onto the furs and hurries toward the large chest in the corner of his room. It’s carved from the same ice-rock that makes up the walls, shimmering and beautiful—blending in so well with its surroundings that this is the first time I’m noticing it.
Rhune pulls out several wrapped parcels, placing them at my feet with an ear-splitting grin. “I went out while you slept and found more palepears. Would you like some of those?”
