Page 12 of Chaos
“Doctor Who.”
“That’s what I asked you.”
“No,” I said with a laugh. “Doctor Who. Like the TV show.”
“I didn’t realize you were such a nerd.”
“Hey now. Nerds are hot. Also, he’s iconic.”
She finally smiled, a real, genuine one that made her eyes sparkle. “I didn’t say anything about nerds not being hot. Forthe record.” One finger trailed across my chest before she spoke again. “If you were drained?—”
“You didn’t?—”
“I mean from the spell that got Malice. Why don’t you seem like it if the others are still affected?”
Taking her hand, I brought the back of it to my lips and pressed a gentle kiss there. Fuck, what was wrong with me? This was sweet and swoony stuff, not seduction.
“I’ve had the opportunity to feed. It’s been a slow build, but you topped me off. Chaos has been taking care of his needs as well.”
“That fight club?” she guessed.
I nodded. “Mal and Grim have had fewer... chances.”
Merri worried at her bottom lip. It was distracting enough I used my thumb to pull it free.
“I don’t even want to hazard a guess what those two have to do to refuel,” she murmured, her bright eyes finding mine.
“It’s not pretty, if that’s what you’re getting at.”
She shuddered. “I don’t think I want to know.”
The involuntary action made me incredibly aware of her position on top of me. During our conversation, her hips had migrated north, placing her right where I wanted her. All I’d need to do was give her a few well-placed rocks of my hips, and we could stop this conversation and get back to action. That’s what I was built for. Not this deep emotional reflection stuff.
“Are you really sure you’re okay?” she asked.
“Yes, kitten. I’m sure. You can reach between us and test that theory if you want.”
She rolled her eyes. “We are not having sex again. I am still recovering from thinking I sucked your essence out of your body with my vagina.”
The sarcastic delivery of those words might’ve worked on Chaos, who didn’t understand nuance or micro-expressions like me, but I definitely picked up on it.
“If you don’t trust me to tell you the truth, use your power.”
“Huh?”
“Your power. You’re a succubus.”
“So? That doesn’t make me a supernatural lie detector. I can’t read minds.”
“Not minds. Read my emotions.”
A soft gasp escaped her. “What are you talking... Malice.”
Ouch. Okay then. “My name is Sin.”
“No. I did that with Malice. I thought he wasn’t interested in helping me feed, and then he dropped his mental wall or whatever, and I was able to intentionally seek out his emotions. I could feel that he wanted me. And...” She blinked, seeming to remember that she was talking out loud. “I was able to ease some of the burden.”
I nodded. “Lust is our bread and butter, but we can work with any human emotion. It won’t fuel us, but we can still register and manipulate them.”
