Dark Kings (Feathers and Fate #1) - Sadie Moss Page 0,52
gets up and calmly explains what happened, giving me a chance to scramble off the bed and retrieve my discarded clothing.
I retract my wings, then pull on my clothes so fast I end up putting my shirt on backward twice before I get it right.
Ford, meanwhile, glowers at all three of his brothers as Beckett speaks. I blush as I hear the dark-haired sin recount what just happened, but I also feel a spike of heat that I know has nothing to do with the lust dust.
The potion is out of my system now; I can feel it. Beckett was right about it disappearing once it was… er, sated. But that means the part of me that still heats up when I look at these men, that wants them to do what they did all over again—that’s all me.
I want them.
With or without lust dust.
I’ve been refusing to admit that since the second I met them, but I don’t think I can anymore. Something has changed between us, and I don’t know if it can ever go back to how it was.
How can it, now that I know what Beckett’s tongue feels like on me? What Remington’s fingers can do, and the way Phoenix kisses so languid and slow?
“Well,” Ford snaps, his icy eyes flashing, “while you three were playing at knocking your fuckin’ boots together, I actually did the job we came here for.”
He yanks the guy he’s been holding onto forward and dumps him on the floor in a heap. As I stare at the man in shock, I realize that of course he isn’t just a guy. He’s a demon. The one we came here to find.
He’s not the disgusting kind of corrupted that crawled out of the portal. This guy is higher up in the food chain. His skin has small cracks in it with black and orange colors pulsing out from underneath. His eyes are glowing a sickly yellow color, his teeth are a little too sharp, and bones protrude from his shoulders and forehead. Not quite horns, exactly; more like parts of his skeleton that grew the wrong way.
But the rest of him looks human. The stronger a corrupted is, the more normal they can make themselves appear. It allows them to blend in better with humanity and, well, live up to their name by corrupting souls.
The demon also looks incredibly beat up. He’s got bruises all over, and one eye has swollen until it’s nearly shut.
“You can’t do this,” he spits. “I been good, I been good to the community, I been good to you, Ford—”
“Yeah, and you’re not telling me about the demon portal, so.” Ford shrugs, then slams his foot down onto the guy’s face.
The demon goes out like a light as his head smacks the floor, and I jump, my heart thudding against my ribs.
Unruffled, Ford picks the guy up, hefting him over his shoulder. “Okay, now can we fuckin’ go? Or do you all want to spit-roast her again?”
Remington actually covers my ears, although it’s a bit late for that. “Could you please not talk like that?” he asks.
Ford just smirks, then turns and starts to head out.
Phoenix finally grabs his shirt off the floor and tugs it on while Beckett strides over to Ford, catching him by the shoulder. He murmurs something that I can’t quite make out—I can only hear the words respect and lay off. I think he’s trying to tell Ford to cool it with me.
We all head back out to the car, where I end up crammed in the back seat between Remington and Phoenix. I try not to complain since at least I’m not in the trunk like the unconscious demon, but I admit it’s hard to concentrate when I’ve got two men pressed against me on either side, and all I can think about is how I just did extremely dirty stuff with three out of the four men in this car.
“Just so we’re clear,” I blurt out as Beckett pulls away from the curb, “we’re never talking about what happened back there. It’s just something we’re all going to forget about.”
Remington glances over at me. His red-brown hair is still a little mussed from my fingers, and he gives me a gentle smile. “Trin, you’re the one bringing it up. None of us are.”
My face heats up. Ugh, will it ever be a normal temperature again? “I’m only bringing it up to make it clear that we won’t ever bring it