Page 24 of King’s Kismet

“You’ve been at this all afternoon?” my demon inquired, shocked, or maybe amused.

“Yeah. I told you—”

Stone held his hand up, stopping Novak’s response. “Take it to your room.”

My vampire snatched the book off the couch, stepped out of his pants, and rolled his eyes as he walked away. I turned to drool over his tattooed ass as he left us, then snapped my fingers, removing his shirt to enjoy his completely naked strut upstairs.

“You’re encouraging his bad behavior,” Stone told me, though he didn’t look away from Novak either.

I scoffed. “I’m not his keeper.”

“Now that you’re both done ogling the naughty vampire,” Vaughn remarked, just as guilty as we were. “Help me move this couch outside.”

“Just move it to his room,” my demon suggested.

“Up all the fucking stairs?” my fae complained. “You’ve lost your godsdamned mind.”

Stone quirked a brow. “Through the void.”

“Oh. I didn’t think about that.”

Vaughn and our couch were gone in a blink, leaving behind a frigid blast of cold air. He stepped back into the living room, looking a little flustered.

My demon whistled low. “That must be some book.”

“I’ve read it,” I told them, scrunching up my nose.

“You’ve read everything in the library,” Vaughn replied.

“It’s definitely fiction,” I explained. “But Novak totally skipped over the part where the vampire had been asleep for three-hundred years. When he wakes up, the protagonist is the first woman he sees. They have a toxic relationship, not dramatic.”

Stone smirked at me. “No wonder he blew her through the wall.”

“I don’t need another couch,” Novak shouted from his room. “And I didn’t cum on it, you germaphobe.”

Vaughn ruffled his thick black curls, pushing them out of his face. “I don’t believe him. I’m not sitting in cum.”

“He cums in you,” my demon informed him. “That’s the same thing.”

My fae pointed at Stone. “That is different.”

He chuckled. “Not really.”

“One is expected,” I said with a shrug. “The other isn’t. I’d be pretty pissed if I came home and found nut on my pillow.”

“Exactly,” Vaughn agreed, throwing his arms wide. “And what about when we have guests over? You think they want to sit in it?”

Stone held his hands up in defeat. “Whatever you say, Prince.”

“Don’t be condescending,” he admonished.

“You’re so sassy right now.” I grinned at my fae. “What did he do?”

“Nothing,” he answered with a straight face.

Novak snorted as he descended the last few stairs, adjusting the waist of his sweatpants. “The vampire did absolutely nothing. The fae has a dirty fucking mouth, though.”

“I told you to save it for later,” Vaughn snarked.