turtleneck she’d slipped on earlier made her neck itch. She wasn’t used to wearing sweaters. Without thought she ripped it off and flung it to the ground. Stay awake. “So why were you dreaming about me? And what was with the tat?”
He had the audacity to look confused. “The tat?”
Jesus, he didn’t even remember the tramp stamp he’d slapped on her back. Or was he just too busy trying to keep his eyes off her cleavage that he’d forgotten that detail? Wishful thinking on her part? “Never mind.” She wiggled down into the comfy chair. He must go through dream lovers as quickly as he went through the real thing.
Domiel didn’t seem fazed by the fact that she’d tossed her sweater to the floor and now lounged in a black lace bra. Damn him. Why did she care, anyway?
“Sleep, Kels. You won’t prove anything by being stubborn. You need your strength.”
Her eyelids shut of their own accord, not because she trusted him, but because she just couldn’t stay awake any longer. She really didn’t think he’d take her back. Not really. If she was truly worried about it, she’d have killed him and been done with it. Yeah, that thought would help her sleep peacefully.
When something brushed her arm, she sat straight up in the recliner, her heart jackknifing in her chest uncomfortably. Her senses ignited, her fangs lengthened.
Domiel boldly placed a hand on her arm and pushed her back into the plush chair. “It’s just a blanket. I’m going to recline you.”
Shit, she’d nearly had a what-day-and-time-was-it wake up. That kind of feeling you got after waking up from a rare afternoon nap. The second she’d realized Domiel was with her, she relaxed in the most inexplicable way.
She nodded and let the scent of him override her senses until all she could think about, all she could smell, was him. She was so used to fighting demons, his spicy scent triggered her fight or flight response, setting her nerves on edge. But even that couldn’t keep her awake.
She allowed him to flip the handle on the side of the plush chair that put her in a reclining position. Before she closed her eyes to sink into the oblivion that had been patiently waiting for her, she looked directly into his golden eyes as he leaned down toward her. For a fleeting second she thought he intended to kiss her, but he merely brought the blanket closer to her chin.
The demon was tucking her in.
Why did she suddenly feel safe with the one person she should be running from? He was tasked with apprehending her, and instead of fighting, she was practically purring as he tucked her in like a mother hen.
She couldn’t contemplate the tenderness of his actions anymore, or how good they made her feel. The blanket was her undoing. She snuggled into the recliner, suddenly not caring what that demon did as long as she could sleep.
As the oblivion welcomed her home, she silently prayed, as she did every night, that the nightmares wouldn’t come, nor the demon that frequently inhabited them.
But if he did come to her, she’d be ready.
Chapter Four
Kelsey woke sometime around three in the afternoon. Light from the sun bounced off a crystal vase in a china cabinet and shot right into her face. Most seasoned assassins woke with their game face on, and she was no exception. Before her eyes opened completely she was on her feet and assessing potential threats.
Completely out of her element, her hand brushed over foreign slacks that were alarmingly devoid of weapons. This had to be somewhere in the newbie manual— The Basics of the Alliance . Question: What to do when you wake up in a black lace bra, a hot demon is in the vicinity waiting to apprehend you, and your weapons are gone.
Answer: Jump his bones and let him spank you.
Holy crap, the uninterrupted sleep had fucked with her brain.
She stretched as she took in the sight of Domiel, until she finally realized she’d bounded off the couch and not the La-Z-Boy. He was lying in the chair
He had the audacity to look confused. “The tat?”
Jesus, he didn’t even remember the tramp stamp he’d slapped on her back. Or was he just too busy trying to keep his eyes off her cleavage that he’d forgotten that detail? Wishful thinking on her part? “Never mind.” She wiggled down into the comfy chair. He must go through dream lovers as quickly as he went through the real thing.
Domiel didn’t seem fazed by the fact that she’d tossed her sweater to the floor and now lounged in a black lace bra. Damn him. Why did she care, anyway?
“Sleep, Kels. You won’t prove anything by being stubborn. You need your strength.”
Her eyelids shut of their own accord, not because she trusted him, but because she just couldn’t stay awake any longer. She really didn’t think he’d take her back. Not really. If she was truly worried about it, she’d have killed him and been done with it. Yeah, that thought would help her sleep peacefully.
When something brushed her arm, she sat straight up in the recliner, her heart jackknifing in her chest uncomfortably. Her senses ignited, her fangs lengthened.
Domiel boldly placed a hand on her arm and pushed her back into the plush chair. “It’s just a blanket. I’m going to recline you.”
Shit, she’d nearly had a what-day-and-time-was-it wake up. That kind of feeling you got after waking up from a rare afternoon nap. The second she’d realized Domiel was with her, she relaxed in the most inexplicable way.
She nodded and let the scent of him override her senses until all she could think about, all she could smell, was him. She was so used to fighting demons, his spicy scent triggered her fight or flight response, setting her nerves on edge. But even that couldn’t keep her awake.
She allowed him to flip the handle on the side of the plush chair that put her in a reclining position. Before she closed her eyes to sink into the oblivion that had been patiently waiting for her, she looked directly into his golden eyes as he leaned down toward her. For a fleeting second she thought he intended to kiss her, but he merely brought the blanket closer to her chin.
The demon was tucking her in.
Why did she suddenly feel safe with the one person she should be running from? He was tasked with apprehending her, and instead of fighting, she was practically purring as he tucked her in like a mother hen.
She couldn’t contemplate the tenderness of his actions anymore, or how good they made her feel. The blanket was her undoing. She snuggled into the recliner, suddenly not caring what that demon did as long as she could sleep.
As the oblivion welcomed her home, she silently prayed, as she did every night, that the nightmares wouldn’t come, nor the demon that frequently inhabited them.
But if he did come to her, she’d be ready.
Chapter Four
Kelsey woke sometime around three in the afternoon. Light from the sun bounced off a crystal vase in a china cabinet and shot right into her face. Most seasoned assassins woke with their game face on, and she was no exception. Before her eyes opened completely she was on her feet and assessing potential threats.
Completely out of her element, her hand brushed over foreign slacks that were alarmingly devoid of weapons. This had to be somewhere in the newbie manual— The Basics of the Alliance . Question: What to do when you wake up in a black lace bra, a hot demon is in the vicinity waiting to apprehend you, and your weapons are gone.
Answer: Jump his bones and let him spank you.
Holy crap, the uninterrupted sleep had fucked with her brain.
She stretched as she took in the sight of Domiel, until she finally realized she’d bounded off the couch and not the La-Z-Boy. He was lying in the chair
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