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He snorts, shaking his head. “I’m fine. This has nothing to do with siphoning you. But if you want to patch me up, let’s just say, I wouldn’t turn you down.”
My head tilts as his fangs dig into his lower lip. He truly is a gorgeous demon, but he looks dangerous too.
I should probably fear him, but I don’t.
I try to remember, to think if there’s some reason my system seems to believe I can trust him, but my mind feels foggy, like it does when I wake up after a long rest and have no idea what’s going on.
“How do you heal?” I’m not sure what kind of demon he is, but it’s safe to say he’s not an incubus. I’ve been around plenty of sex demons in my time at The Den. He doesn’t have that pure sexual energy wafting off him, despite the fact he’s devastatingly handsome.
“You always forget that part too.” He releases his hold on my wrist but slides down, grabbing my hand.
I let him pull me closer.
I’m not even sure why.
Demons are tricky creatures. He could be...I’m not even sure of the possibilities.
“Allow me to take away your pain.” He doesn’t explain, simply presses his mouth to mine.
My nostrils flare as I breathe in his scent. I’m not sure how I missed it. We were close for the trip when his shadows swirled around us, but now that I smell him, it’s like a wave of memories flood my system.
I carefully try to avoid his injury and allow him to suck whatever it is out of my system. Silvery-black smoke spills out around the kiss. Once it’s gone, I feel lighter than I have in years.
I blink up at his light-gray eyes. The curve of his smile presses against my lips.
“I missed you,” I say, wrapping my arms around his chest.
“Oh, kitten.” He chuckles. “You’ve got to get new material. You always say that.”
“Then, it’s always true,” I counter, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “How were you injured?”
“There are downsides to being an honorable friend,” Malice says, smiling widely. “It’s nothing serious.”
“Has it been as long as it feels like?” I glance at my sleeping form and back to the nightmare in front of me.
He shrugs a massive shoulder. “Several weeks in your time.”
“Why don’t you come more often?” I ask and grimace.
“You haven’t called for me. I can only pass through the veil when I’m summoned,” he tenderly reminds me. “My brethren have been working on...something. If they’re successful, then I’ll be around more. In fact, I’d go so far as to say that you wouldn’t be able to keep me away if you tried.”
“I want that,” I whisper before I can stop myself. I’m pretty sure the haze of unconsciousness lends to being more truthful than I would in everyday life.
Atlas moves in his sleep, and the feeling that slips in right before I wake hits me full force.
“No,” I whisper, staring up into Malice’s eyes.
“I’ll see you soon. Don’t forget me this time.” He pushes his mouth to mine again. This time, it isn’t to feed. It’s simply a light tease of a kiss that makes my chest feel tight.
Our time together is never enough.
* * *
“No,” I groan, rolling over to face the wall. “Malice...”
My mattress is on the floor, since my bed is broken, and we never quite made it to Atlas’s house before calling it a night. You’d think breaking a bed would mean something exciting happened. In reality, my furniture just wasn’t meant to hold an orc.
I crane my neck to check the wall, but there’s nothing there.
