Page 40 of Demons of Eden

“I’m not—you’re the one that’s naked in my hallway.”

“Just shut up and shut your eyes for five fucking seconds so I can get back to Daion’s room.”

“If you think I’ll?—”

“Just do it!” I snap, and by some miracle, he makes the most irritated sigh I’ve ever heard in my life and shuts them.

“Five,” he says loudly, clearly taking my five-second demand literally.

No time to complain, I dart past him as fast as I dare, fleeing into the safety of Daion’s room. I shut the door behind me with a slam, but it doesn’t even make Daion roll over. The man is well and truly knocked the fuck out. GuessIwas the one that fuckedhiminto a coma. I snort, then freeze as I have a horrifying thought.

Wait…I didn’t do that, did I?

My eyes go wide, and I rush to him, shaking his shoulders almost violently.

“Huh?” Daion blessedly groans, blinking twice before managing to keep his hazy eyes open for longer than half a second. He sees it’s me and gives me a sleepy grin.

I’m suddenly pulled into a full-body hug, and I would protest the utter manhandling, but Daion doesn’t seem entirely himself. He wraps around me with all of his limbs, and it’s a little like I imagine being snuggled by a clingy octopus would feel. An achievement, considering he only has four limbs.

“Sexy little mama,” he murmurs as he nuzzles my neck.

I roll my eyes. He’s a lucky guy that I’m feeling generous enough to pretend like I heard nothing. It takes me ten more minutes to untangle myself from Daion’s limbs, pull one of his shirts on, and slide into a pair of his clean boxers. Note to self: have water ready for after sexy times in the future, and maybe some easy-to-pull-on clothes too.

The light in the hallway is now turned off, and not wanting to tempt fate, I don’t switch it back on as I make my waydownstairs. I keep a hand on the wall to avoid stumbling in the lesser-known space. I manage to creep fairly silently into the kitchen. I’m feeling fairly impressed that I made it all the way down the death stairs without falling to my demise, right until I smack face-first into a wall of naked muscle.

“Not again,” I complain, contemplating Rio’s murder for what must be at least the hundredth time until a light flickers on and I see Torrin.

His smile is megawatt as he pulls me in for a hug. I know damn well I must smell like I was just fucked six ways from Sunday, but it doesn’t deter the man in the slightest.

“I’m glad to see you’re okay. How do you feel?” He pushes me back at arm’s length as he looks down at me, and my cheeks heat. The wink he shoots me lets me know the innuendo was intentional.

“Amazing,” I reply anyway. “Although, I’m a little concerned that I drained him a bit too much. And there’s still this…hunger…” I place my fist against my chest where that horny bitch resides.

“You’ll need to keep feeding like that from now on. Significantly more often, I’d guess,” he says, and then just stares at me. Still holding my shoulders.

“I’m probably good for tonight,” I say, wishing I could do the world’s biggest fucking facepalm as I realise the possible implication someone could take from that.

Torrin smirks a little evilly, leaning down closer, his breath hot against my ear. “You sure? Because I didn't think I cared which one of us you chose until I heard you screaming for Daion. Never wanted to be another man so badly before. I don’t know if I can get the sounds out of my head, or if I even want to.”

“Fuck. Am I sending out the fuck-me juju still?” I ask, turning my head to look at him.

He only blinks slowly at me in response, and I begin to panic.

“Torrin? You’ve got to snap out of this because I don’t know how to turn it off!” I demand frantically, leaning back and gripping his cheeks in my hands as I squint at him, like that’ll somehow tell me the answers I want. “Should I slap you or try dumping water on you? Actually, maybe I’m the one that needs water dumped on them. Fuck…”

Torrin bursts out laughing, startling me so much I stumble a step back, hands falling to my sides. He just keeps laughing. It lights his handsome face up so much, even as he bends in half, clutching his stomach. I frown.

“Damn, Eden. Way to let a man down gently.” He shakes his head, and my eyebrows shoot so far up my face they surely meet my hairline.

“Wait. I thought I was drugging you with my sex juju. That was…that was all you?”

“Yeah, baby. I meant every word. Haven’t spent a lot of my life jealous of other men, but damn, tonight I was practically green with envy.”

“So you’re saying you want to fuck me?” I question. The words sound utterly insane, but I can't stop speaking them. “You want to fuck me, and not like, just to save me? You can’t—why are you saying it like that?”

“Last time I offered to fill your vitav, you mistook my words for pity. Thought I’d make it clear you were wrong. From the sound of it, we’d both have the time of our lives. Here.” He steps away from me, grabbing something out of the fridge and offering it out. I reach out to take the bottle of water, but he keeps his grip on the other end for a moment as he nods down to it.“Stay hydrated,”he adds with a wink.

Before I can recover fromthat,he leans forward, presses a kiss to my head, and then walks away. I stare after him, speechless. I also can’t help but notice how his pyjama pants areslung low on his hips, showing off the dimples above his sculpted ass.

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