“The spiders won’t follow us here?” I ask.
Nyx shakes his head, a sympathetic smile pulling at his mouth. “Not through that tunnel, they can’t. We’re safe here, Willow. I promise.”
I nod, struggling to keep my eyes open. All of my adrenaline has left me, and now all that’s left is a heavy exhaustion.Except…
“What about Dravik and Cin? Will they be able to find us down here?” I ask.
“Don’t worry,” he soothes. “Dravik knows we went to the cliffs by the ocean. They’ll come looking for us when they see thewreckage. They should be here by the next sun flip if we’re lucky.”
I want to believe him. I do believe him.
But when Nyx thinks I’m not looking, I catch it—the flicker of worry creasing his brow. It’s there and gone so fast I almost convince myself I imagined it.
Almost.
26
Willow
“Not as nice as ours,but it will do.” Nyx gazes at the small shimmering pool, shifting his injured wing with a painful-looking wince. “It will have to do. I can’t even fly in this state.”
“It looks fantastic,” I say, gazing at the clear water with longing.
Rhune ushers me forward with a hand pressed low on my back, and I take in the rest of the space with a quick glance. This room is a short walk from the main cavern, and it’s half as large as the bathing chamber back home. It’s just tall enough for me to stand in here, but Rhune and Nyx have to crouch so their horns don’t drag against the ceiling.
It’s also unbearably hot. Steam rolls off the surface of a small circular pool sunk into the center of the floor, rising up toward the ceiling and filling the room in a damp, heavy haze that makes it hard to take a deep breath.
Rhune’s claws find the seam of my suit, and he peels it away with a gentleness that brings tears to my eyes. Goose bumps race up my exposed skin the second the air hits it, and I shiver despite the warmth of the room.
“Cold?” Rhune dips down to press a kiss to the side of my neck, and a pleasure zips down my spine. His lips are warm and soft and comforting, and I lean into it before I can stop myself.
“Not cold. Definitely not cold,” I admit.
“Then?”
I swallow hard. “I’m… my body is just responding to your touch.”
A possessive growl rumbles low in Rhune’s throat. “Good? Or bad?”
“Good,” I breathe, closing my eyes as his canines scrape against my sensitive skin. “Definitely good.”
“Fuck,” he groans, his grip turning bruising on my hips. Suddenly, his hands are gone, and I watch out of the corner of my eye as he strips out of the last of his own tattered armor, tossing the ruined scraps into a heap by the wall.
Rhune places his hands on my skin as Nyx crowds in on my other side. My gaze flicks downward, and I gasp at the sight of both of his cocks, hard and glistening in the low blue light.
Because apparently near-death experiences do nothing to dampen a demon’s libido.
My face flames, and I snap my gaze to the ceiling like it’s the most fascinating thing.
Nyx lets out a low, pleased chuckle. “You can look. I don’t mind.”
“I do,” I mutter, keeping my eyes glued upward. I am not some horny teenager who short-circuits at the sight of a naked demon. I am a grown woman withself-control.Self-control, dammit.
Rhune doesn’t give me much more time to argue with myself. In the next moment, he scoops me against his chest and lowers us both into the pool, keeping me tucked close to his heart. The second the water touches my skin, I forget every ounce of my resolve. I let out a shaky breath as the magic tendrils soothe theaches and peel away the pain I’ve been holding, restoring my wounded body to how it was before the cave-in.
“Better?” Rhune asks, his voice a low rumble against my ear.
I nod, lost for words. I just lean back into him instead, letting my head fall against his shoulder, and his breath catches. Rhune’s cock twitches, and I gasp as he presses the thick head against my center. The bond flares to life in my chest, burning me from the inside out, and only Rhune’s touch can quell it. A growl rumbles low in Rhune’s chest, vibrating against my back, and his hips jerk, dragging the blunt head of his cock against my entrance.
