Page 116 of Caelum

He had short black hair that was cut close to his neck, making it a little longer on top where the natural wave was allowed a tad more freedom. His bright blue eyes speared me to the quick, and his mouth? Well, it made my own water.

After last night, I understood why.

The same feelings Stefan had made me feel were coursing through me as I stared at Frazer, and when I looked into his eyes, I felt a sudden wave of heat hit my system. It had me staggering back as I pressed myself into the wall.

I wasn't sure if I was trying to avoid him or the feelings he was stirring inside me, I just knew those feelings were beyond overwhelming.

He raised a hand and slowly lowered his fingers into a fist. When he squeezed them, I knew he wanted to touch me but was stopping himself.

His control was appreciated because I wasn't sure if mine was strong enough. I'd managed to push myself away from him, but anything else was beyond me.

Instead of touching him, I pressed my own hand to my belly where a strange heat was gathering. It wasn't the first time I'd felt it. On those days when my Succubus was in control, I felt something like it. But they were like embers in contrast to the inferno Stefan had triggered in me last night, and what Frazer was making me feel now. Those sensations had blazed hotly until they'd burned into a conflagration that was indescribable.

This wasn't the same conflagration, but a blaze that wanted to gain strength and needed to combust.

I licked my lips then whispered, “What’s happening?”

Before he could say a word, Dre blurted out, “Hang on a second, you're a Sin Eater.”

Frazer frowned. “Yeah, so?”

“Ugh,so… Stefan is, without a doubt, Incubus. We thought he was Lorelei, but since she came along, he’s been presenting as Incubus.”

That was news to me. What had I done to make that particular soul come to the fore?

Dre’s words had Frazer's eyes widening—not with confusion like me but genuine bewilderment. “Shit.” He cut me a look then gritted out, “What the fuck? He can't be her mate then.”

“His back says otherwise.”

“He has the mark? She Chose him?”

“Hang on, I didn't choose anyone,” I butted in, but they both ignored me.

“She did,” Dre confirmed, “and it’s as bright red as yours.”

“Christ. How long has he had it?”

“Pretty much since the first day she arrived.” Dre grimaced. “He controls the pain, but I know it hurts him.”

It hurt him?

I was so confused, but that resonated more than anything. “I've hurt Stefan? How?” I shook my head. “I didn't do anything!”

“You've done something,” Dre ground out. “I knew the second I met you that you were trouble. Should have known you’d just bring more crap to our door.”

Frazer grunted, and I was surprised he didn't try to slam Dre into the wall again. And, once more, I kind of wished he had.

Dre was such a jerk!

“I haven't done anything,” I argued.

“You didn't have to,” Frazer rasped, reaching up to rub the back of his neck with the hand he'd fisted to stop himself from touching me a few moments before. “This doesn't make any sense.”

“I've been saying that since you stripped,” I growled, with anger leapfrogging off the heat he'd stirred inside me. He was damn fortunate it was my Gargoyle in charge today. Had it been my Hell Hound, Dre wouldn't be the only man in this bathroom who’d been held in a chokehold.

Dre grunted, “Nothing makes sense to you. But this shit? It doesn't make sense to us, you get what I'm saying?

I scowled at him. “I get that you're a dick.”

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