point,” Crux says, pointing at me. “So we should just go back to the mansion and let us shower you in orgasms instead.”
The words shower and orgasms make my eyes glaze over for a second, but then I bitch-slap that glaze away and tell it to go settle on a donut where it belongs. “No,” I say, eyeing them all with the look. “We are going on this fucking date. Come on,” I say, clapping again, as if that does anything to pump them up. “We can do this. Let’s just agree on something to eat first. We can handle that.”
“We can’t handle that,” Jerif says like the Negative Nancy he is.
“Yes, we can,” I say confidently. “And this is how it’s gonna work, ready? I’m gonna say a place to eat, and you all are just gonna nod and say, ‘Okay, Delta.’”
The guys send out a mix of snorts and chuckles.
“We’re gonna have...pasta and a movie!” I repeat, just like my earlier suggestion.
The guys groan.
“Okay, great. Good stuff. Let’s go,” I say, holding out my hand.
Echo smirks and comes forward, taking it so he can shift me since I still haven’t learned how to do that myself.
“Fine, but can we find a place that serves pasta and steak?” Jerif asks gruffly.
“Ohh, and tacos,” Crux once again throws out there.
I roll my eyes and then laugh because these demons are fucking incorrigible. Good thing I love it.
“If everyone gets on board with pasta and a movie right now, we’ll all fool around in the theater and see how long we can play before we get caught,” I offer, loving the win-win scenario I just set myself up for.
“I fucking love pasta, personally,” Echo declares vehemently, giving me a cheeky smile and a hand squeeze.
“I guess a good seafood alfredo doesn’t sound like complete shit,” Jerif grumps.
Iceman and Crux just stay quiet, their heated looks saying plenty. They’re probably already mentally coming up with ways of how to enact their sexy sneak mode for the theater.
I’ll take it. And every other date night to come. Because these four demons changed my life, helped me find who I really am, and no matter what, I know they’ve got my back.
And my heart.
Epilogue
“Yes! Omg, yes, right there!” I cry out, leaning back into Jerif and the wicked things he’s doing to me. His hot hands are so perfect for this.
Fuck it hurts, but it feels so good at the same time.
“Harder,” I grit out.
“You’re fucking bossy.”
“Harder, Jerif!” I demand, because he’s right at the perfect spot.
“What in the Rings of Hell is going on?” Tazreel demands.
I scream and jump off the couch, grabbing my shirt to cover my chest. “What the fuck are you doing in here?” I yell at the Abdicated Sin of my nightmares. “I told you no more popping into the bedrooms!”
“It’s three in the afternoon. Not even I’m this randy, Delta,” Tazreel states, like somehow it excuses his violating our rules...again.
“I was getting a massage, thank you very much!” I snap, while Jerif smirks and sets aside the massage oil, getting to his feet. “Get the fuck out!” I yell at Taz’s back, because thankfully, he at least turned to stare at the wall.
He throws his hands up like I’m the exasperating one. “Fine, I’ll go get Nefta and be back in ten minutes. Be downstairs with your mates so I can update everyone at once. I have a gathering to go to later, and I don’t want to be held up.”
Tazreel disappears just as suddenly as he came, and I release a furious groan. “I’m getting bear traps, I don’t care what anyone says. That’s the fifth time he’s done that!” I whine.
Jerif chuckles but doesn’t say anything. They never do, no matter how annoying my relatives are. Maybe if Lucifer declares they can’t be punished either, they’ll finally give Tazreel a piece of their mind. Or maybe they really just don’t give a fuck.
Jerif takes my shirt and pulls it down over my head. I give him my back, and he helps me thread my wings through the holes that have been sewn into every top I own now. He rubs over my ass—probably because my leggings make it look so good—and gives it an appreciative squeeze.
“How’s your back?” he asks.
“Better,” I answer, my wings stretching out as I rub at the spot where he worked my knot. Now that I’ve been training, my muscles have been giving me hell. But luckily, I have a strong demon