Page 25 of Castor
“Y-Yeah.” I blinked a few times, trying to chase away the horrors in my head. When those memories hit me, it was hard to differentiate reality from the shit Belphegor had made me see. “What were we talking about?”
Kyo touched my jaw and frowned. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have mentioned the fighting pit. I wasn’t thinking.”
“The pit?” Our conversation trickled back to me, piece by piece. “Oh. Don’t worry about that. I’m just tired and kind of spacey. I blame you.” I smoothed my hand over his abs. “You blew my mind, little dragon.”
“Goddammit, stop calling me little.”
“Or you’ll do what?”
Kyo rolled on top of me and wrapped his hand around my throat, his fingertips pressing into the sides of my neck. His lips ghosted over mine. “I think you enjoy getting a rise out of me.”
“Oh yeah? You got me all figured out, don’t you?”
Damn. I was enjoying this. Being around Kyo helped when those bad thoughts tried to take over. He made me smile. Made my dick hard too.
“Not quite,” he responded, our cocks sliding together when he rolled his hips forward. Mine stood at half-mast and filled even more. “But a lot can be said about a guy by the way he fucks.”
“What does how I fuck say about me?”
“That you have a wildness to you.” Kyo nipped at my bottom lip and took both of us into his hand. “And that you’re a bit detached. It tells me you have a hard time trusting people.”
“Stop psychoanalyzing me, and ride my dick.”
“Stop giving me orders, Red.” Kyo took me into his body anyway and rested his head on the side of mine. “I hate you.”
“Then fuck me like you hate me.”
He kissed me instead. My hands skimmed down his sides as he started a slow grind on me. I pushed everything else from my mind. Only he mattered in that moment.
Afterward, once our bodies were sated, he slipped out of bed and gathered his clothes. I hadn’t even caught my breath yet.
“That eager to get away from me, huh?”
Kyo zipped his jeans. I caught a glimpse of the sword tattooed down his spine before he tugged on his shirt. “I have work in the morning.”
“Simon will understand if you come in late.” I got out of bed and wound my arms around him from behind, brushing my lips across his nape. “Come back to bed.”
I wasn’t ready to say goodbye to him.
“Sorry. I can’t.” Kyo pulled away from me and put on his shoes before walking toward the door. “Later, Red.”
Music spilled into the room as he opened the door and left, closing it behind him.
Damn stubborn dragon.
I got dressed and walked back to the main part of the nightclub. Kyo’s scent was all over me, making it impossible to forget my time spent with him. Not that I wanted to. I paid my tab at the bar and left. By the time I arrived back at the mansion and slid into my own bed, it was after 3:00 a.m. I didn’t bother with a shower.
I liked the smell of Kyo on my skin.
***
The golden dagger became an extension of my arm as I sliced through the group of shades that had been sniffing around the harbor. I had been on my way to Konnar’s club when I sensed them. It was the first demon sighting in months. A sign that, maybe, Asa was finally strong enough to make his move.
Which meant we needed to make ours first.
A screech pierced my eardrums as the last shade lunged at me. I swept the blade across the demon’s throat, and its body burned bright orange before turning into a pile of ash at my feet. The night breeze swept it away. I wiped off the blade before holstering it.
The sleepy seaside town of Echo Bay was home to vampires, werewolves, and faeries who lived deep in the woods. I loved the atmosphere of the town. The forests, the sea. The sense of home.
