Freezing in the street, she stared across a little park squeezed in-between buildings. Multicolored leaves drifted from the trees, their orange and red leaves beautiful as they drifted in the wind. But her mind seemed to be frozen on them. Frozen on a thought.
Did she say she loved her demons?
Her heart squeezed. She did!
Searching her feeling, her hands slid out of her pockets. She did love them. Each of them.
She wasn’t sure how it happened, or when it happened, but it had. Suddenly she couldn’t imagine a life without them, and that had a significance that made her legs feel weak.
Waiting until a car passed, she sprinted across the street until she reached the park and sat down. She loved demons! She no longer had wings. She still didn’t remember being human, or her time with the demons before, but she somehow felt that the time she did have with them was enough.
If she never remembered anything else… she might be okay.
She thought of their mission and about rescuing the Immortals. There were still three remaining, somewhere out there. Once they rescued them, they could overthrow Caine. Yes, there would be a war between the realms like nothing that had been seen before, but after that, the world would be the way it was always meant to be.
Even though she was a wingless angel, she would be part of the force that changes everything.
She smiled and stood. She didn’t know what the hell was going on with her demons, but they’d been through a lot. She could put aside her hurt feelings and fix things between them.
And she knew exactly how to do it.
Rushing home, she ignored the fact that Mark and Daniel stopped talking at the table when she walked past. She went to her room and took a long shower, scrubbing every inch of her body. When she was done, she looked in her mirror. She didn’t have makeup, or a hair dryer, so she brushed her hair until it didn’t look like a wet dog, and then went to her closet.
There was nothing sexy. Not. One. Single. Thing.
But she saw one of Tristan’s simple white shirts and put it on. Going back to the mirror, she felt a wave of nervousness. The shirt was see-through. It might be too much… but then, she was going for sexy. They’d find this sexy, right? Taking a deep breath, she went to her bed and slid between the sheets. Lying down, she stared at the ceiling. Did she just, call them? How exactly did a woman coax three sexy men into bed with her?
She kind of wished she could just make them start things.
Curling her hands around the covers, she gritted her teeth. Nope, she could be brave. She could show them that she loved them and wanted to be with them. And that she didn’t care if things were strained between them, she just wanted them.
She cleared her throat. Then, said nothing.
I feel stupid.
Climbing out of bed, she stood in the center of the room, still uncertain what to do. Calling, “come sex me up, boys,” sounds wrong, somehow.
She stared hopelessly at her open door, striving for something that didn’t make her sound like an idiot.
But to her relief, she didn’t have to say a thing. The three men suddenly appeared at her door, Mark knocking awkwardly on the frame of the door. When his gaze rose and landed on her, it widened, then slid over her.
“Come in,” she said, her voice no louder than a whisper.
They entered. There was tension in their shoulders, even in their expressions, but when they saw her, the air changed.
A shiver went through her body. Daniel was staring at her as if she truly wore nothing at all. His gaze moved to her breasts, where she knew her nipples were clearly visible, then down to the junction between her thighs. Mark, on the other hand, looked like he’d been smacked. His mouth hung slightly open, and his gaze was fixed on her body.
Tristan stood frozen. His hands curled into fists. “Surcy—“ His deep voice was a groan of warning.
“I want you. All of you,” she said, forcing the words past her lips.
He started to shake his head, “I told you—“
“I love you.”
His face seemed to pale.
“It hit me today, that I do. And that I don’t care about anything else. I just want all of you.”
He crossed the room and touched her cheek, his fingers feather light. For a minute he seemed lost for words and she hung on the air, waiting. Finally, he cleared his throat. “We need to talk to you first.”
Willing herself to be bold, she stood up on her tiptoes and pulled him down into a kiss. Instantly, he melted against her, his lips desperate. When their kiss finally broke, she reached for his shirt and began to pull it up, revealing his mouthwatering stomach. Her fingers instantly brushed the muscles, glorying in the fact that she got to touch them, loving the way her body heated up as she stroked his flesh.
He caught her wrists, breathing hard, eyes closed. “We need to talk first.”
She shook her head. “No. It can wait.”
When he opened his mouth, she let her hands slide down to the button on his jeans. Flicking it open, she drew down the zipper, then pulled off his pants. His words died, and his eyes popped open as she knelt down and slid his boxers down.
And she stared. And stared.
It was like she was seeing him for the first time. So big, so hard, and all hers.
Running her finger slowly along the length of him, she was satisfied when his cock jerked.
“Surcy,” her name was ripped from his lips, the sound of a man being tortured.
Continuing her light exploration of him, her gaze was glued to the precum that shone at his tip. Unable to help herself, she leaned forward and licked him.
He groaned, his entire body spasming.
If he
