be more fighting, more anger, more pain, more desperate searching for a way to stop Diemos from walking through the portal one solstice or equinox after using Rocco’s female, her power, and tearing their world down.
So tonight, he was going to do something he never had. Go on a date—or something like that. Netflix and chill? He’d heard the term before. He guessed it meant relaxing with your loved one in front of the TV? It was a human thing. He had no idea what the hell he was doing, but he wanted Luna to know how important she was to him. Maybe get her to relax, enjoy herself for one night. Without fucking Azel being mentioned, or the coming goddamn apocalypse.
One night with no worries. Just the two of them.
So when he walked back to his apartment after talking with his brothers and Grace—discussing the heartbreaking fucking truth that they had no idea where James was and trying to come to terms with the fact that he might be dead—he was desperate to see Luna.
He needed to be with her.
Just one night without thinking about any of it. Or at least try not to.
Pulling his phone from his pocket, he did a Google search.
"Netflix and chill" is an internet slang term used as a euphemism for sexual activity…
He closed the screen with a curse. Okay, that wasn’t what he thought it meant, not at all. But it wasn’t as if he had time to keep up with fucking human slang. And now he had an image of Luna in the shower with him, her beautiful little body all curvy and wet, the way her pussy had felt gripping his fingers.
Shit.
Nope.
Don’t think about that. Do not fucking think of Luna coming around your fingers.
He reached his apartment and took several calming breaths before he opened the door and walked in. She was there waiting for him as he’d asked her to. And her bright smile when she saw him made him fucking light-headed. Just the sight of her soothed him.
His demon clawed at his subconscious to be free, to get to her, and writhed in pleasure at the sight of her at the same time. He was as confused and desperate for their female as Gunner was. He was also calmer than he’d ever been in Gunner’s life.
She grinned and motioned to the coffee table in front of his couch, where she’d set out popcorn and soda as well as a couple of glasses.
“This is what people do on movie nights, right? Eat popcorn and drink soda?” She looked at the table. “I’ve never done anything like this before, have you?”
He’d asked her if she wanted to do this tonight and she’d seemed excited. He shook his head, his throat working, mouth dry as hell. “Not like this. I don’t think watching Ghost Busters with Rocco counts.”
She laughed softly, and he felt it right behind his ribs. Luna was wearing her tight black jeans and her favorite soft sweater. Her long black hair was down and now layered with pink—Grace had helped her color it the day before—and her violet eyes were bright and ringed with black eyeliner, making them pop even more than they already did. A grin curled his lips when he looked down and saw she was wearing a pair of his socks.
She wriggled her toes. “You don’t mind that I stole them? My feet were cold and these looked so warm.”
“You can have anything of mine you want.” He moved closer to her, always desperate to get closer.
She tipped her head back as he leaned in and kissed her gently hello. And Christ, it took everything in him not to take it deeper, not to beg for more. Her cheeks were darker when he lifted his head, and that just made him grin wider.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, the words leaving his mouth without thought, and the way she smiled after he said it made him determined to tell her every single fucking day. “Okay, what are we watching?”
She rushed around the couch and all but dove on it before she patted the seat beside her. “Well, after much deliberation, I’ve decided on Deadpool.”
She was sexy and impossibly cute, and Gunner moved around the couch, in a hurry to get close to her again. “What’s a Deadpool?”
“No idea, but Grace said we’d both like it.” He sat and Luna grabbed a soft-looking blanket, that wasn’t his, and draped it over them both. She glanced up at him,