Page 74 of Red Ruin
It’s time to get to work.
“Remy.” I yank him down until our noses knock. “Take your claws out of my ass.”
His chuckle tickles. “Like this?”
His nails blunt and his hand shrinks, but he doesn’t move away. The scrape of his monster talon switches to a teasing circle from a blunt human finger.
Puckering hard, I buck against his hand.
Didn’t know I liked that.
Kevanreallyfucking did me wrong.
“Let’s explore that later, okay?” I struggle to keep my voice even as his shadows stroke. “I need to talk to the other Remy. Can you bring him out?”
“Not him,” he murmurs and runs his fangs across my lip. “He’d stop our fun.”
“Can I at least see your face?” I play with the shadows as I trace the curves of his pointed ears. “I can’t find where I’m supposed to kiss.”
“Everywhere.” Remy’s dreamy chuckle tickles my cheek.
His shadow shell finally peels away.
Leaning toward his monster side, Remy’s hair shines silver, and his veins run black. The thin line of red around his yawning pupil adds a shocking splash of color to the darkness.
“There you are.” I weave into his silks. I’ve been untangling my ass off this whole time, but Remy’s head isn’t the easiest to access.
It helps when he wants to let me in.
I comb through masses of dark tangles that I swear I’ve already fixed.
I have a feeling Remy is going to make me repeat myself.
A lot.
As our souls twist together, flirting with that imprint line they’ll never be able to cross, my blue lightens his shadows. His purple and black warps to navy—even violet in patches. I glow into him, trying to comfort the cold, aching core hidden beneath his damage.
His hair blackens from its roots and his pupils shrink.
The deeper his soul welcomes me, the faster his human form returns. His carved cheekbones and sharp nose soften. The tips of his ears shrink closer to round.
The effect is much less haunting, but just as fucking hot.
Watch it, Iris.
We’re on the job.
“Have you found a place to kiss?” Remy rubs his lips along my jaw. His shadows feather my ass and caress down to the backs of my knees.
They stroke between my fucking toes at the same mind-melting tempo they use to kiss my clit.
Ishouldbe dripping, but the shadows drink me up.
Remy’s motions are smooth, but his thoughts are still too scattered.
We both have to focus.
I need out of this shadow dome before Vhex melts the entire mountain range trying to reach me.
