A heavy knock sounds at the door, abruptly cuttin’ things off, and all of our eyes snap in the direction of the noise.
“Ugh,” Flint groans as he pushes off the bed. “They take weeks to surface and remember that a world exists outside of their mate’s thighs, but they won’t even give us one full day,” he grumbles as he strolls over to open the door, not even carin’ that he’s buck naked.
Alder grabs a sheet and covers me up with it, but he doesn’t stop pluckin’ at my nipples beneath the fabric or holdin’ me close. Flint cracks the door open with a surly, “What?”
I hear a throat bein’ cleared. “I brought the three of you some clothes. I also came to tell you we’re going to be discussing our plans to find Sable and Morax over lunch. If you would like to be part of it, you’re welcome to come downstairs,” Rafferty announces. I only know it’s him because I see a blue arm reach through the crack Flint made with the door as he hands him the clothes.
Flint looks back at me for a moment, but I’m already pushin’ out of Alder’s hold and scootin’ off the bed so I can go get cleaned up. He huffs out a sigh as he sees the determination in my face. I’m all for this whole mate situation and learnin’ every piece and inch of each other, but if there’s talk about my lost sister and how to get rid of the creep who keeps attackin’ me, I need to be a part of it.
“We’ll be right down,” Flint grumbles to Rafferty, and then he promptly shuts the door in his face.
I shoot him a look. “Be nice,” I tell him, not wantin’ any trouble between the demon mate groups. I just met Delta, and I don’t want anythin’ to push us apart. She’s my sister. These guys are gonna have to figure out how to get along.
“They deserve our ire,” Alder tells me evenly as he also gets out of bed.
“They do,” I agree, “but we need to work together, which means we need to let some things go.”
Flint stalks over and tosses the pile of clothes on the bed while I hurry to the bathroom. “I call dibs on the shower first!” I holler.
“I’ll join you,” both men call, but I shake my head with a laugh as I grip the door knob.
“Nope. You’ll just try to distract me, and then we’ll be late.”
“Yeah. So?” Flint says.
My grin widens. “So...that would be rude. We’re guests in their home. Remember what I said about bein’ nice?”
A gleam enters his eyes. “I’ll be real nice to you in the shower.”
Lord, these demons are gonna overindulge my libido until she’s a spoiled brat. I might as well start callin’ my vagina Veruca Salt. Only instead of demandin’ a golden goose like Veruca did in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, I can already imagine the fits she’s gonna throw if she doesn’t get dick quick enough in the future. But really, with the bodies they have and the orgasms they give, I don’t blame my future mollycoddled libido one bit.
“Thou shalt not tempt me, Flint,” I say, givin’ him a fake stern look before I turn and walk my bouncy ass further into the bathroom.
“Fuck, I like watching her walk,” I hear Flint mumble.
I smile as I turn on the water and get in beneath the spray, and I take the quickest shower ever, scrubbin’ all the evidence of love makin’ off my body. Well...most of it, anyway. I can’t do anythin’ about the love bites and scratches.
When I turn to rinse out my hair, I see Flint and Alder standin’ by the counter, still naked, watchin’ me. “This ain’t a free peep show, you know,” I tell them before I reach back and turn off the spray.
“We’ll be sure to pay up later,” Alder replies with a smirk.
Flutters spread through my belly as I step up to him, a towel already stretched out in his hands so I can walk into it. He quickly wraps me up, while Flint beats him to the shower next.
Alder rolls his eyes as the marble demon helps himself, but I can tell he doesn’t really mind, because then he helps me dry my wings and hair while I prop a foot up in the countertop, bendin’ over slightly as I spread lotion over my body.
He shuts off the blow dryer as soon as my wings are no longer soppin’ wet. “You’re making it really hard not to be late,” he tells me.
I step up on my tiptoes and place a kiss on his nose. “You’ll survive.”
Flint smacks me on the ass on the way out of the shower, and I squeal. “Hey!”
“That’s for bending over like that while I was trying to get clean. Had to turn the water all the way to ice fucking cold so I don’t have a hard-on during lunch.”
I giggle as I follow him out of the bathroom while Alder stays behind to get cleaned up. “What? I was just puttin’ lotion on,” I say innocently.
Flint snorts and starts pickin’ through the clothes and gettin’ dressed. “Sure, Peaches.”
With another laugh, I pluck up the black underwear I find—notin’ with relief that it still has the tag on it—and slip them up my body. The only things left that aren’t for the guys to wear is a weird lookin’ top with strings like a corset and leather pants, but I guess beggars can’t be choosers.
“How the heck does this work?” I ask, holdin’ up the dark gray top with strings.
Flint shrugs on the white T-shirt before walkin’ over to me, the bottoms of his jeans skimmin’ over the floor. He takes the top from me and turns it right side up. “Must be Delta’s—a shirt made for wings.”
Realization dawns. “Oh. Right. I forgot,” I say. I mean, I didn’t really forget. That’s kind of
