Chapter 13
Thirteen
She stalked toward me, taking slow steps. Like I knew she wanted me to, I backed up until I hit the Altar of Sacrifice. I sat at the edge of it and grabbed her hand. She was still hungry, and I was still horny from this morning.
“Our Eros?” she asked, arching a brow.
“Our Eros.”
“You want to share him?”
“You don’t?”
A smile stretched across her face. She sat down next to me and allowed me to draw her hand into my lap. She made small circles on my leg with her finger and rested her forehead against my shoulder.
“I can tell I’m draining him, and it hurts me so much,” she said quietly. “I hate seeing him like this, like he knows I need someone else to please me, that he’s not doing it for me anymore.”
“And you’re choosing me—your lover’s best friend—to be that person for you?”
She arched a brow and smacked my chest. “That’s the only thing you got out of that?” She sighed and shook her head. “Maybe I should reconsider.”
“No,” I said.
She giggled. “I choose you because you’re strong.”
“No other reason?”
“Nope,” she said, a smile on her face. “And you’re kind of cute—once I get past all the bad parts about you, like your pride.” She shook her head. “But—”
“Why don’t you like my pride?”
“It makes you arrogant sometimes.”
“As if you don’t like that in men. That’s how Eros got you, didn’t he?”
Her cheeks flushed, and she looked away. She fiddled with her fingers, probably thinking about their whole story together. But I liked when she showed me that other side of her—that snappy, shy side.
“What was the first thing he said to you again?”
“Lucifer, stop.”
I tilted her face to look up at me. “What was it?” I asked, trying to get her to lock on to my gaze and make her admit it.
She pressed her lips together and lightly pushed me back. “You can’t use your power on me, Luci. You know I’m too good for that.”
I chuckled and dropped the little trance I had been stirring up in my mind. “Well, you need someone else to fuck you, and Eros needs someone to feed off of. I am the perfect fit.”
“And …” she urged me to continue.
“And?” I asked, brow arched. “You haven’t stopped thinking about the way I fucked you last time?”
She smirked. “No! Don't think I don't know that you've thought about it often since that night.” Her hand grazed against my chest, her nails digging into the skin softly. “I know you want Eros. You have history with him.”
“Did he tell you that?”
She shrugged and kicked her feet back and forth. “No, I can just see it in the way he looks at you. He wants you. I can feel it every time I’m with you guys. There is so much sexual tension.” Her leg brushed against my leg.
She gazed into my eyes, probably thinking she could take control of me like she had done with Eros so many times without even knowing it. Visions of us—her, Eros, and me—quickly ran through my head.
I grasped her chin in my hand. “You’re right. We do have history. Thousands of years of history. But since Eros met you, he won’t allow anything to go on between us.”
“Loyal.” Dani grinned. She parted her lips to say something and paused. “Do you want Eros for yourself?”
I paused, not expecting such a question. “That depends. Will you just be using me for the sex?”
She threw her head back and laughed, so angelic. “Unlike Eros, I can fuck people I don’t love.” Her fingers dug into my inner thigh. “But Eros loves you, and I …”
“You?”
Her cheeks flushed. “Think I could put up with you.”
“Oh, shut up,” I said, flashing her a grin.
After a few moments, she gazed into my eyes. And instead of the steamy thoughts of lust rushing through my mind, she showed me something more, something warm.
For a split moment, my heart swelled in my chest. It was a feeling I hadn’t felt since I’d met Raphaela.
She gave me a small smirk. “I will make Eros okay with this.” She pointed between me and her.
I grazed my hand up her thigh. “And how will you do that?”
She grabbed my chin and pulled me closer. “The way I always have,” she mumbled against my lips and smirked. Her fingers slowly moved up my thigh and brushed over the front of my pants. Then she stood up and said over her shoulder, “You’ll see, Lucifer.”