Page 54 of Indecent

Heat shot through Chaol at the memory. It had been a long night, but all things considered, it hadn’t been long at all since that moment. Hell, Daniel had showered at some point last night, but Chaol hadn’t yet. He probably smelled downright indecent, streaked with graveyard dirt, dried blood, and cum. There were definitely sticky things in certain unmentionable places. He couldn’t even pretend it bothered him, though. There was something satisfying in knowing Daniel’s essence was still inside him. Blood, cum, anything.

“That reminds me, I’ll need a shower before we go to the Rink. And if those boxes they brought you are clothes, I’ll need to borrow some.” He was still walking around shirtless, which he suspected was frowned upon in public spaces. Shirts made it more difficult to transform, because his wings would rip through the fabric, but with any luck, he wouldn’t have to take flight today anyway.

Julian sighed dramatically, casting a forlorn look at Valac. “That’s probably what our guest room smells like, isn’t it?”

“Most definitely,” Valac said.

Daniel grinned, shoved a whole sausage in his mouth, and Chaol endeavored not to stare. “No regrets. Demon sex is incredible.”

Chaol laughed.

Nicolas smiled, looking a little incredulous. “I still can’t believe you’re even here.”

Daniel’s smile was as soft as cloud fluff. “I couldn’t leave you alone, Nic. I had to come back and make sure you were okay.”

Nicolas’s warm brown eyes filled with emotion. “You walked through Hell for me.”

“And I’d do it again,” Daniel swore. “It’d be easier now that I’m a demon, but you know what I mean.”

Nicolas laughed wetly, wiping at the moisture in the corner of his eye. “Yeah, I get you.” He sniffled, then cleared his throat. “So, what’s the plan moving forward?”

Daniel’s brows rose, and he looked at Chaol, who shrugged. “Well,” Daniel said, “we’re going to find this angel, and we’re going to help with the guild. After that, eternity, I guess.”

Nicolas gestured to Chaol. “You’re willing to work with the Sentinels even though the demons who killed your brother are among them?”

Chaol blew out a breath through his teeth. He would probably have to answer this question many times. “If it means staying with Danny, yes.”

Nicolas looked approving. “Good answer.”

Daniel shrugged one shoulder. “If he tried to leave, I’d just hunt him down.”

A slow shudder rolled down Chaol’s spine. “Sounds fun. Don’t tempt me.”

Daniel’s glowing eyes met his and a subvocal growl rattled from his throat.

Chaol chuckled, unbothered. “I’m kidding, you animal.”

Daniel’s hand found the back of his neck, squeezing possessively. “Mine.”

“Yes,” Chaol agreed. “Very much so.”

The Rink was no less crowded when they made their way there later that evening. Chaol’s eyes wandered as they appeared in the middle of the room. Valac had teleported them all there, since Daniel didn’t know how to do it yet. They formed a comical, demonic chain, Valac holding Julian’s hand, who held Daniel’s, who held Chaol’s. The padded training area was littered with people on cots and sleeping bags, most of whom eyed him and Daniel warily. There was a short ladder under the scorch mark on the mirrored ceiling. Daniel grimaced at it, but Chaol had to swallow back a snort of amusement.

These people were all former paladins. What did they think of Daniel going to Hell and becoming a demon? They’d been taught to hate creatures like them. Hell, he wasn’t entirely sure why any of them were here. The Sentinels, he understood. They’d fallen in love with demons, and now they had a vested interest in protecting what they’d created here. Why had the rest of these people come here seeking refuge when they were supposed to hate demons like them?

Draego was already there, deep in conversation with Talon and Ira beside the air hockey table.

“…telling me you’re not just sticking around because of the new harbinger?” Talon was asking.

Draego shifted, his glowing eyes trailing around the room. They snagged on Daniel and Chaol before returning to Talon. “Yes, that’s what I’m saying.”

“Who, then? Who’s the human you’ve had your eye on? Are they here in the Rink?”

Draego’s expression tightened with unhappiness. “They aren’t here, no. I’d rather not say.”

Talon looked askance at Ira, who raised his hands and said, “This is another I’m staying out of. In fact, this one began long before I ever received that first vision of Alex killing the mozgoran.”

Talon’s eyes widened. “What? You’re saying Alex and I weren’t really the first?”