smile. My lips part in shock and want as he licks his pointer finger clean and then his middle finger, relishing the taste of me like it’s now his favorite thing to eat.
I hear one of the guys make a low, rumbling noise.
“You play dirty,” I whisper to Echo.
“Oh, you have no idea just how dirty I like to play,” he teases, and I have to close my eyes and breathe through the desire that overpowers my body, because my sex drive wants to shove away all rational thought.
I want to do dirty, dirty things to these demons.
“No, Delta,” I mumble-scold myself before I get carried away. “Fix the Hellgate first, then fuck their brains out.”
“What was that?” Crux asks with a chipper tone.
“Nothing,” I reply sweetly before trying to force myself into a sitting position. Fuck. Getting out of this bed isn’t easy. There are way too many things in it that I want to play with.
I shake those thoughts away and stretch my spine, showing off every naked inch of me as my purple wings shift and fluff. I look down at my chest with appreciation. Man, I really love these new perky boobs. I have a feeling the guys love them too, because they won’t stop staring.
If Echo can tease, I can too, right?
I rub a hand down my breasts, like feeling myself up is something I do normally right when I get out of bed in the morning, making sure to let a little stretch-moan fall from my lips. Suppressing a smirk, I hop off the end of the bed and stand up. You could hear a pin drop in the silence that overtakes the room.
“Okay, I’ll just get dressed and be right out,” I call over my shoulder as I saunter into the bathroom. I close the door and hear a distinct, “Fuck, let’s make this induction quick,” on the other side.
I smile. That was easy.
Heading to the sink, I turn it on and rinse my mouth before splashing water on my face. I expect to see some kind of bed monster in the mirror when I look up as I dry off my face, but my hair is voluminous and smooth, and I look all kinds of glowy and sexy.
Damn. Demon does a body good.
A spark of some of the things Echo and Crux were doing to me yesterday flashes through my mind, and I decide I need a T-shirt that says demon dick is the new milk.
I notice a pile of black clothing on the bathroom counter, and I unfold it to find the same leather pants from my first shift in the graveyard, along with my black tank top. I don’t even question how these things are here. Either GL is fucking with me or the guys are. Either way, I’m just as amused as I remember the first time I put this uniform on.
In the corner on the floor, I find the black shit-kicker boots by the door, right next to the belt holster, and my scythe is propped up beside them. I pull the leather pants on sans underwear because, of course, there aren’t any.
But the tank top? That’s gonna be a problem.
I hold it in my hands with a frown, trying to envision how I can get it to fit with my wings. With a thought, my eyes scan over to the scythe, and I walk over and pick it up. “Alright, scythe. I need you to do your thing so I can cut holes into my shirt, got it?”
It sits in my palm in walking stick mode, so I give it a little shake. “Transform. Do the Swiss move. Abracadabra. Open Sesame,” I ramble off, hoping one of those will do the trick. They don’t.
“Look, I don’t have time for this. I need you to activate,” I tell it as I start tapping the wood and metal pieces.
Still, nothing happens. A small growl escapes me. “Really? You were all trigger-happy during the demon dinner party when I almost got smote by Lucifer, but now you won’t help a girl out?”
It stays completely bladeless, and I grit my teeth. “Fine, you useless fucking scythe,” I curse it as I go to set it back down. “I’ll go find a pair of scissors instead.”
Just as I lean over to set it down on the floor again, the blade pops out, scaring the ever-loving shit out of me. “Ahh!”
I move back just in time, the blade’s edge just barely missing my