Page 73 of Tortured Soul
“Talk, I heard.”
“Yeah.”
We both remained still, unmoving in this suggestive position.
Why was I tempted to bring his lips against mine and hook my legs around his hips? Was it because it washisenergy fueling my power?
There was nothing that could go wrong with a simple date, right? Outside? In a public space? If we argued, we would have to stay quiet and calm. If things were heating up in another way, we would have to stay…decent.
“Okay,” I agreed.
“Okay?”
“Yes, okay.”
His small smile turned to a grin, exposing his perfectly aligned teeth and sharper canines.Right, Archangel mother. Divine origins. They were known to enjoy a little blood, now and then.
Teeth that Dimitri also had. He never talked about his father. I knew they had once been close, but that he disappeared a little over fifteen hundred years ago. That whole thing was one of the reasons Dimitri and I had parted ways…
“I’ll go and make breakfast,” Arc said, kissing my cheek one more time. “You should shower.”
“Do I stink or something?”Rude, I thought, smelling the T-shirt I’d slept in.
He stood up and turned to the dresser, giving me his back.
“You smell like arousal and me. That mix has been driving me insane all night, and I’d rather not spend my day with a hard-on after having one for the most part of the last few hours.”
My dress was ruined. Covered in Carter’s golden blood. Good thing I’d created it with my power and not bought it, or I would have beenpissed. With a snap of my finger, it turned into red particles before disappearing from the room.
Naked, dry, and feeling rejuvenated from the shower I had, I contemplated my dressing options.
My power was full. I could create some clothes without having to worry about being too weak to defend myself, shall the need arise.
But Arc’s T-shirt was still there. Soft, comfy, and smelling like Heaven and Hell had teamed up to seduce me. Why he felt like he had to provide me with a shirt when I could have created anything to sleep in was a question for another time.
But now, I felt like playing a little.
How was it that he wasalwaysthe one having his fun fooling around with my confusing emotions whenIwas supposed to be the temptress here?
I slipped the T-shirt on with determination. My gaze landed on the black lacy underwear—the only piece of real clothing that I wore for the party—before shrugging and throwing it on his pillow. Somehow, I felt like he’d know if I was bare under his clothes, which would make torturing him even sweeter.
I strode out of the room and down the stairs, following the smell of coffee and bacon.
I wasn’t the prey anymore. If he was going to blackmail kisses out of me, playing with words to his advantage and taunt me while wearing only tight boxers during arguments, two could play this game.
I might have been a bad Succubus, yes, butIcould still be a temptress when I needed to be.Ihad the better hand here.I—
Froze. Like a damn idiot.
How did I forget that Dimitri was also here?
Both of them were giants seated at the kitchen island. Both of their gazes had lifted and were stuck on my form. Both of their hands frozen in mid-air, cup of coffee or fork halfway between the table and their faces.
The red swirled in Dimitri’s eyes before he brought the drink to his lips with a breathy chuckle, closing his eyes for a fraction of a second. Arc’s pupils were so wide that the blue of his eye was only a thin band.
Own it.
I squared my shoulders and walked past him toward the espresso machine. Reaching Dimitri, I held a yelp as he snagged me by the waist and hoisted me up to sit on his lap.
