Page 147 of Red Ruin
Stars in fucking heaven.
It’s so much.
“You must breathe. For me,” Remy whispers as his shadows comb my hair. He kisses my neck and gently pulls out. Shadows help the motion, pressing down the spring-loaded buttons that would leave me pinned on Vhex’s cock until he wakes.
I fall onto the sheets, muscles trembling.
An instant flood heats between my thighs.
Remy pulls me to face him. His grip finds my waist. He caresses my skin at the same pace his shadows feather between my thighs, licking away the wetness.
I was fucked hard enough that I deserve to be spacey for days, but my senses are surprisingly clear.
I feel the smooth sheets rubbing my bare skin.
I taste the sweet smoke leftover from Vhex’s kiss.
Most vividly, I sense the flows of my Sentinels’ souls.
Vhex may be out like a porn-star after a shoot, but his power runs as smoothly as rocket fuel.
The rat’s nest in Remy’s head ismuchless tangled—more like a rat’s office now. His thoughts feel fully human, but also weirdly blurred.
With superhuman effort, I remember how to speak. “Did the venom hurt you?”
Remy strokes down to my knee and hitches my leg over his thigh. He pulls me flush to his pale chest and wraps me in his arms.
His silks feel…softer?
They drape me all over, plucking at my soul, ticklish and clingy.
I’m not ready to snuggle.
Before I can push him away, Remy giggles.
Not laughs. Not chuckles. He full-on vampire giggles as he sniffs my hair.
What the hell?
I tilt his chin. His ears hold a slight point, flashing a strip of metal from the hidden helix stud on his right. But his black veins are gone, and his eyes shine the clear crimson of his human form.
If anything, the red is a touch lighter than normal.
Almost a little...
Pink?
“Remy. Are you okay?”
“No.” He grins with both fangs. “I’m delightfully unstable.”
“Let me see.” I push our foreheads together and cup his jaw while I read his energy.
His soul-silks flow so much more naturally than before. There’s still deep damage to be fixed, especially near his brain, but the tips and lengths of threads I’ve loosened can swim freely through his meridians.
Remy’s shadows hang thicker, too.
They’re so rich with darkness, they’re almost prismatic, flashing hints of purple and blue. His whole aura shimmers like raven wings.
