Page 73 of Touched By Death

“I’ll come back to you, Daemon. I promise.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

RONAN

“This is so fucking bad,” Dariana says as we return to Daemon’s mansion later that evening. Lucifer sent out a search party, but Genesis is still missing.

“It’s bad,” I agree, walking past the sweeping staircase. “But at least it’s clean in here.” Throwing a look at Dmitriy over my shoulder, I fish a packet of cigarettes out of my pocket. I’m in the mood for a joint, but this will have to do for now. “Why are you still here?”

With a snort, Dariana shoulders past me and heads for the living room while Dmitriy trails behind like a lost puppy. Though I respect him for not running scared, I wish he’d drop the fascination with the little angel. She belongs to us.

As if Alaric has the same thought, he snarls at Dmitriy on his way past before disappearing into the living room and flopping onto the couch. Deciding to throw Dmitriy an olive branch, I grip the doorframe to stop him from entering. Confused eyes meet mine, and with a small shrug, I peer into the living room. Then I look back at him, surprised to see how close we’re standing and how strangely comfortable I feel. “They’ll come around. Time is your ally, alright? Stick around and things will soon change.”

A muscle clenches in his cheek as he stares past me. “Why are you telling me this?” The deep drawl in his voice slithers over my extended arm along with the soft whisper of his breath when he exhales. I should lower it and let him pass, but intrigue keeps me rooted to the spot. “I don’t know,” I reply honestly, and he cuts his gaze to me. Unlike Daemon’s, his eyes have speckles of green in the brown. “I should tear you to pieces for looking at Aurelia like you want a taste of her, but something makes me curious enough to tolerate your presence near her.”

A beat passes and then he smiles in a way that sends a jolt of pleasure to my dick. I’ve never felt an attraction to a male before, but something about the way he obsesses over my angel hooks me and won’t let go. His woodsy scent and the lingering notes of hellfire tease my senses when he shifts closer. “Why are you really here?” I ask, my dick straining against my jeans.

Reaching out, he places his hand on the doorframe, too. There’s nothing casual about it. My instincts tell me I’m being hunted, and while that should awaken the desire to fight, I’m oddly curious. I watch him closely as his eyes slide from the room to my face.

“I’m here because I can’t get the girl out of my damn head.” His breath whispers across my lips. “Do you know how many fucking times I’ve rubbed my dick to thoughts of her?”

My cock jumps inside my jeans. “Probably nowhere near as many times as I have.”

“But you’ve had her pussy—”

“And mouth,” I interrupt.

“And mouth,” he echoes, staring at my lips. “I don’t care if I have to hang around to get you all to accept me or if I have to slaughter you all with my bare hands. I’m gonna fuck that sweet mouth too, and I’m gonna fuck it hard. I have the patience of a fucking saint.”

Damn it all to hell.

With a soft chuckle, I drop my arm from the doorway and let him pass, holding his gaze when he slides past me. Our chests brush and then he’s gone. I watch his ass move inside those black jeans as he walks over to the nearest armchair.

“Pass me the cigarettes,” Alaric demands, holding his arm up in the air, and I toss them to him.

Dmitriy’s dark eyes track me. I enter the room and throw myself down onto the other couch opposite Alaric and Dariana. One leg flung over the side, the other drawn up, I use my arm to cushion my head. Dmitriy’s attention skates down to where my black T-shirt has ridden up to expose my abs.

Sliding my hand inside my jeans, I readjust my raging boner, and his intense gaze follows my movement. Two seconds away from jerking myself off in front of everyone, I pull my hand out just in time for Alaric to toss me the packet of cigarettes.

“How long do we wait for Daemon and Amenadiel?” Dariana questions, kicking off her heels and propping her bare feet on the coffee table.

Dragging my eyes away from her wiggling toes, I light up the cigarette and take a deep fucking drag to calm myself down. “Let’s not worry until the morning.”

“But what if we can’t trust Amenadiel not to hurt Deamon?”

Dmitriy tears his eyes from me and sneers at her. “If he wanted to hurt Daemon, he’d have done so already.”

“Maybe he’ll leave him there, trapped in her mind?”

Resting one leg over the armrest, he throws his hand out and lights the fireplace with a sudden burst of flames. “Are you always this distrusting of others?”

“We’re in Hell, and your dad is an asshole. Of course I am.”

His eyes find hers again, lingering for a moment while they assess each other. With a deep inhale, he lets his gaze slide in the direction of the fireplace. “All we can do is wait.”

“If he betrays Daemon, we’ll kill you,” Dari states, trying to provoke a reaction out of Dmitriy, who keeps staring at the flames.

A loud crackle disturbs the ensuing silence. I rub my eyes, tired as hell from the long day. “Where do we think Genesis is hiding?”

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