Page 89 of The Devils Melody
“Goddamn phoenix,” Nox groans, still milking his cock. “What are you doing to me?”
Turning on the piano to face Kage, I wrap my legs around his hips to pull him closer. The look on his face is nothing short of pure satisfaction at the sight before him—me bare and soaked for him, while Nox is still breathing heavily behind me.
I smile seductively at Kage, leaning forward to unclasphis belt buckle so I can eagerly return the favor, but he stops me.
“There’s no need for that, little bird. Your screams were my undoing.” Kage laughs a little at that and looks down to his zipper, just below where my fingers are hovering.
That’s when I finally notice the faint wet spot on the front of his jeans.
30
Kage
THE EXECUTIONER
It’s been two weeks since that first night Wren got here and it’s been about as close to heaven as a devil can get. There hasn’t been a day where the three of us haven’t had sex at least twice or ended with all of us curled up in the same bed. Waking up to Wren and Nox has been a dream I never knew I needed to come true. I always knew I needed Nox, but having Wren with us has been a more than welcomed added bonus.
Aside from all the great sex, Wren has been asking for updates on her apartment and the owner, Chen, every day. Unfortunately, we never have answers for her. How do you tell the person you care about that the reason why you never called the cops is because you kill people for fun on a random Tuesday? It’s not an easy conversation to have, but it’s one that needs to happen sooner rather than later.
I can tell the unknown is eating away at her. Almost every night Wren wakes up screaming, drenched in sweat and clawing at the sheets like she’s trying to physically crawl out of her nightmares. Every time, she asks for her teddy bear she had as a kid. Says it’s the only thing that’sever helped her get through them. Unfortunately for us, we don’t have a damn idea where the hell that damn bear is.
She mentioned having it before her apartment was broken into, which is why she’s been asking us to take her back so she can get the bear along with some more clothes, but we won’t let her out of the house. It’s been a fight almost every single time. She doesn’t understand why we don’t want her to leave.
Now because of all the arguments with Wren, Nox has been getting angsty about her finding out the truth about us, but the deepest part of me knows she’ll get it. Wren’s not like normal people; I can feel it. Darkness lingers beneath her skin, waiting for the right moment to crawl out and let the world see exactly what she's capable of.
“Nox, you know I’m right,” I urge, annoyance evident on my face. “We have to tell her now before something comes up and she finds out from someone else. And fuck if someone tries to kidnap her to send us a message.”
The very thought of someone else putting their hands on Wren already has me seeing red. It’s not even something I want to think about, but it’s a very real possibility and he’s fucking stupid if he doesn’t realize that.
“No one is getting past all the security we have around this place. It’s a damned fortress. And if by some miracle they do, they won’t last long,” Nox says matter of factly, as if that’s enough to satisfy me when it comes to my little bird.
“I’m not willing to take that chance. Not with her. And you shouldn’t be either.”
Wren’s been taking a nap upstairs in her room for about an hour now. She shouldn’t be coming downstairs for a while. Pulling out my phone, I scroll to Jimmy’s contact and hit dial. He’s been trying to get dirt on Richard for weeksnow, but the guy has a clean slate. I don’t fucking get it. There’s no way this piece of shit was popping up randomly the way he was and there not be a single thing on his record. That shit’s not possible.
It didn’t take long after I saw that Dick was still trying to contact Wren that I went into her phone myself and blocked the fucker. If I had it my way, I’d get her a brand new phone with a new number. At least I know that way none of her ex’s would have a way of contacting her.
After two rings, Jimmy answers the phone, straight to the point as always.
“Yo.”
“Jimmy the Unholy Informant. The Snitch of the Seventh Circle. The Whisperer of our Woes?—”
Click.
The line goes dead.
Pulling the phone away from my ear, I stare down at it, dumbfounded.
“Did he…did he just hang up on you?” Nox asks, blinking at me in disbelief.
My brows draw together. “He…he hung up on me.”
“You earned that,” Nox says flatly. “You so earned that.”
“I wasn’t even half way through the list.”
“You’re lucky he didn’t detonate your SIM card.”
