Dark Kings (Feathers and Fate #1) - Sadie Moss Page 0,47
else always do the work?”
Phoenix blinks at me a few times, like I’ve somehow turned purple and he can’t handle this new change in visual information. Which is hilarious. I start giggling, then I can’t quite seem to stop.
“You… want to know about my sex life,” he says slowly. It could be a question, but his tone makes it sound more like a statement. Like he’s testing out the words to see if they can possibly make sense.
“Yes.” My laugh dies away, and I nod, my breath coming a little faster. I want to know everything. I want him to describe it to me. To lay me down and whisper in my ear every dirty thing he does…
“Okay, what the fuck is going on with you?” Phoenix takes me by the shoulders, trying to get a better look at my eyes.
His touch burns me, but in a good way. I can feel heat spreading from where his bare skin meets mine, and I crave more. I want his hands everywhere—no, not everywhere. I want them on my breasts. Between my legs. Inside me.
I’ve lived on Earth for thirty years, so I’ve definitely had moments of attraction to people. I’ve even entertained a few daydreams about characters I have crushes on from my favorite bands or TV shows. But I’ve never wanted anyone this badly before. I almost wonder, nonsensically, if I’m actually on fire and just haven’t noticed it yet—that’s how hot I feel.
“Holy shit!” Phoenix blurts out. His pupils are dark now too, and huge. He still looks good though. Better than good. “Are you drugged? Goddammit. You’re drugged. You’re on some kind of lust thing.”
My clothes feel way too tight. “It must’ve been the Febreeze,” I murmur. “I think I swallowed some of it.” I pull my shirt up and over my head.
“Holy mother fuck,” Phoenix breathes out. He’s staring at my chest, and I feel a new rush of heat and pride that he’s looking at me like this. Like he wants to bury his face between my breasts. “Uh, yeah, sweetheart, you’d better fuckin’ put that back on right now.”
“Why?” I undo my bra—another of the fancy, lacy ones Beckett got me—and drop it on the floor. Phoenix makes a choked noise, looking away with difficulty. “I’m just so hot, all over…”
My pants are next. The fabric feels too tight and confining, so I shove them down my legs and kick them off along with my shoes. Phoenix looks back at me and groans again, staring at me like he’s transfixed.
His gaze is everything in the world I need right now. The only thing that could be better is his touch. His lips. His hands. His teeth.
“What do you see when you look at me?” I ask him, need curling through my belly. “Am I good enough for a sin?”
I slide up to Phoenix, my hands moving up his chest. Oh, man, he’s so beautiful. So masculine and perfect. I should tell him that.
So I do.
“You’re so gorgeous. All of you are gorgeous. It’s weirdly unfair. Couldn’t even one of you have turned out unattractive?”
“No such luck, I’m afraid,” Phoenix manages. He sounds strangled. “You really need to, uh, sit down. Fuckin’ hell, why don’t… why don’t you sit down right here…” He picks me up and sets me down on the bed. “…and I’ll go get you some water, okay, sweetheart? Does that sound good?”
He tries to pull away, but I hold on to him so that he can’t. My arms wrap around him, refusing to let go.
“No.” I shake my head, arching off the bed so that more of our bodies will touch. “I don’t want water. I want you to kiss me.”
I want him to do a lot more than kiss me, to be honest. I want… I don’t even quite know what, but my body is screaming for it. Begging for it. This is a bad idea, maybe—but I can’t remember why it’s a bad idea. I want him so badly.
As Phoenix reaches behind him, trying to grab my wrists and peel me away from his body, the door opens. Beckett and Remington walk in and stop dead in their tracks.
“What,” Beckett says, his voice flat, “the fuck is this?”
“She got dosed with something.” Phoenix sounds a bit panicked.
“You can’t fuck her while she’s on lust dust.” Remington is usually the peacekeeper, but he actually looks pissed as he steps forward. “What the hell are you doing?”