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I scoff. “I thought you were Hazen.”
He shrugs, using another towel to dry off his hair. “We switched.”
Standing, I tie the belt around my robe to close it. “I happen to smell amazing, asshole.”
He looks over his shoulder, and that’s whenI see the abundance of scars running ups and down his back. They are a pale icy white compared to his body. I almost want to reach out and touch them.
“What… are they?”
He twists around, brows pulled together. The room drops a few degrees. “Are you my reaper?”
I shake my head.
“Then none of your business. Get out. You can’t bribe me with sexual favors like you do Hazen,” he snaps.
My brows rise and my lips part. “That’s what you think of me?”
He chuckles. “You’re a snobby little heir with not a single stress in the world. You don’t even know what you’re doing.”
I roll my eyes. “I let you stay in my house, Inarian.”
“And you’re trying to fuck me! I wouldn’t fuck you if you were the last person on Hell and Earth. I will say thanks, but not the way you want me to.”
I shake my head. “Fuck you, you stupid… You’re an asshole. No wonder why no one wants you on their fucking team.” I slam his door close behind me when I leave the room. No icy fuck is going to ruin my fun. Except he did, and now I don’t want to sleep with Hazen.
But I go into his room anyway.
Hazen is on his phone playing a game on the bed. His soft blue eyes look up at me. “Hey.” His brows crease. “Are you all right?”
I close the door behind me. “Do hounds have super senses that allow them to feel what I feel?”How does he always know when something is up?
He hums. “No. Not until we fully bond with each other, as reaper and hound. You aren’t smiling. What’s wrong?”
“Well…” I throw myself on his large bed. The bed is so big, his feet are nowhere near the edge. “I flashed Inarian, and he said I was a snotty little heir, said I’m using my looks to make you be my hellhound, but it won’t work.”
Hazen nods. “He’s right…”
I scoff, hitting him. “Right?”
Hazen chuckles. “No amount of pussy will convince me to be your hellhound. Being a hellhound protector isn’t something we take lightly. We must trust the person, feel as though they can lead us the right way. Reapers must be the type of leader that, even if we are losing the battle, we win the war from the pep talk. I’ve never felt like I can trust someone as much as I trust you, Asura.”
I stare at him, waiting for thebut.
“I haven’t even gotten the pussy yet!”
I snort. “Pussy whipped already.”
“Damn straight, baby.” He throws his hands behind his head. “Are you ready for bed?”
I tilt my head.
“Oh, you thought this relationship only takes sex as currency. No, I want cuddles.”
I snort. “No. I don’t cuddle.”
He looks offended. “And you cuddled Ledger? Fuck that. If he gets cuddles, so do I.” He wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his lap. “Get comfortable,” he mutters, right into the shell of my ear.
I shudder as he sits up and shreds his shirt before crawling under the blanket. Nerves settle in my chest as he moves against me.
