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A small tap on the door draws my attention away from him, and Damien says my name.
“Come in,” I call, keeping my voice just a whisper so as to not wake Storm up.
The door creeks open and Damien’s jaw drops, his nostrils flaring as he inhales a deep breath and takes a step back, his demonic side flashing. I gasp and sit up, stirring Storm awake. He shoots upright, grabbing a blade from the nightstand beside him, and it takes me squeezing his shoulder to stop him from lunging. Our lovemaking sets off Damien, his hunger as an incubus awakening all over again.
“Storm, it’s okay. He’s not going to hurt us. He’s probably starving from being forced into his form earlier.” I hold out my hand, wiggling my fingers. “It’s okay. You can come in. I’m sure this is hard on you.”
Damien swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “I wouldn’t call it hard...well, at least not on me mentally. I was just surprised. I’m sorry. I forgot how...pure you are. You don’t have the same modesty as mortals.”
I blink a few times and realize that both Storm and I remain naked on the bed. “Because there’s nothing to be ashamed about?”
Tipping his head back, Damien releases a laugh. “Absolutely not. I just wish it were me there in his place, angel. I thought we had a connection.”
I tilt my head to the side. “We do. You can come here. I would be okay if you wanted to feed your deep-seated nature.”
Storm groans and shakes his head. “You better not take her up on that. She’s too kind, and I don’t think I’m ready to touch your kind of Hell.”
I open and close my mouth, realizing that I should probably have asked Storm. It just feels so right having them together, getting along, and not trying to murder each other. And I know I brought them together.
“Some other time. Storm will get more comfortable,” I say, smiling.
The two of them look at each other, and I spot River standing in the hallway, his eyes wide and his mouth agape.
The memory of the two of us caught in Damien’s lust spell explodes through me, and I shift, remembering just how much of an amazing kisser River was. “The same goes for you, River. I mean, if you continue to be nice.”
River frowns and spins around. “Fuck that. You’ll never catch me sharing a bed with a demon.” I don’t know if he’s talking about me or Damien, but I don’t get the chance to ask because he strides away, leaving Damien standing alone in the doorway.
Damien groans and scrubs his hands to his cheeks. “That fucker is in denial. I felt his true desires. Don’t worry, angel. I’m sure he’ll drive himself crazy, knowing that you’ve chosen his brother. I know it drives me crazy.”
I pucker out my bottom lip, a blip of disappointment stealing away the warmth Storm aroused in me. “I chose all of you. I didn’t just pick Storm. We’re a team.”
Damien flicks his gaze from me to Storm, and the two of them share a long, quiet look. I wish I could hear what’s on both of their minds. I thought they were aware that we were a team, and I wouldn’t pick one of them over the other. I have a connection to all of them.
“You’re right, Riella. We agreed to be a team. We just...we’ll have to talk about this later. We have some demons to hunt. Dagan got away. He used me as a distraction. But I have a lead. I know one of his henchmen, and it shouldn’t take a lot to get him to give us answers.” Damien offers me a smile, helping to ease the worry coursing through me.
“I want to be the one to interrogate him.” I scoot toward the end of the bed, letting the sheet fall completely. Damien drinks me in, the way he looks at me igniting excitement through my body once more.
Storm clears his throat and drapes a sheet around my shoulders. “We’ll hold him down for you. We’ll get our answers. Dagan isn’t going to get off so easy.”
And he’s right. Dagan might be a Prince of Hell, but he hasn’t seen the power I have inside me. The power I get from working with these three hunters who have devoted their lives to humanity.
And without them saying, I know they have devoted themselves to me. Us to each other.
We are unstoppable.
24
Desire
Damien
Don’t.React.Don’tfuckingreact. Oh, unholy Hell. I better not react.
I stand at the entry to Storm’s bedroom, my jaw slackened and refusing to close with each of my deep breaths. My eyes lock onto Riella, completely naked underneath a blasphemous sheet, blocking what might be the only glimpse I’ll ever have of Heaven. The scent wafting through the air? So damn strong in an incredible way. I can practically taste it as if my tongue flicks across the perfection of Riella’s body.
I know my demon form must be flashing in and out, because damn. The scent of sex in here is unbelievably all-consuming. It triggers my hellish nature almost as much as the fucking Prince of Hell. I’m starved...utterly famished.
Dagan using me like he had depleted me more than I realize. Not that I would ever tell them that. I don’t need more ammunition going against me. Especially in Causeway’s—err, River’s—eyes. I gotta save that one to call him later. There’s nothing I enjoy more than a term of endearment being used as a term of annoyance. The bastard is a pain in my balls, and I won’t make things easy on him because of it.
