Groaning, he pulled the pillow out from under his head and laid it over his face. Go back to sleep.
Screw it, suffocate yourself.
At least then he'd be out of his misery.
But it was useless. He couldn't do either one. He was up. Fully awake. So was his cock.... Damn it to hell. He'd be cranky as all get out for the rest of the day and night.
There was nothing he could do. His body refused to doze back off.
It was still thrumming from the incredible sex he'd had, the charge to his powers, and an insatiable desire to repeat what they'd done all morning. He was lucky he'd been able to go to sleep the first time.
Now...
Useless.
Disgusted, he got up and went to the bathroom to get dressed and try to put some sanity in his brain.
When have you ever been sane?
Well, there was that....
It didn't take long to shower, shave, and dress. He went downstairs to find his identical brother Quinn in the kitchen, bitching about Remi from the night before. It was a familiar sound and a rant he'd had a time or two himself.
Dev gave him a lopsided grin. "You know, I could put him down while he's sleeping if it'll make you feel better."
Laughing, Quinn set his armload of dishes next to the sink. "Don't tempt me. Not like I didn't have the same thought myself. Worthless bastard."
Dev stopped next to the sink. "What'd he do?"
"Screwed up the paperwork from last night again." Quinn growled low in his throat. "How can he not read a register receipt after all these years? I swear to the gods...Maman would have a stroke if she saw it."
They both went silent as those words hung between them and they were faced with the reality that their mother would never have a fit about anything ever again.
Gah, when would that pain stop hurting so much? It was only second to the guilt he had over not having protected his parents. Had he been quicker on the draw, he might have saved his mother's life.
Shoving that useless regret aside, Dev twisted his hand in the chin strap of the helmet he was holding. "Let Aimee sort it out. She's better at that than us anyway."
"I'll tell her you said that."
Quinn probably would too, and Aimee would be highly offended even though Dev meant nothing by it, other than she had more business sense than the rest of them. Women. They were always getting pissed off over nothing.
Just like Sam throwing him out of her bed for no real good reason. The gods only knew what he'd said that had ticked her off.
Quinn started rinsing the dirty plates before putting them in the dishwasher. "So what are you doing awake? You don't normally get up till dinnertime."
"Couldn't sleep."
Quinn wiped his forearm across his forehead to brush back a stray piece of curly blond hair. "You're off tonight, aren't you?"
"Yeah."
His brother let out a long sympathetic breath. "Man, sucks to be you."
Dev didn't comment on his sarcasm as he left the sink and headed toward the door that opened into the club. His older brother, Alain, manned the bar of the almost empty place. There was only a tiny number of humans playing pool in back and eating at the tables at the front of the club.
Alain paused as he caught sight of him. "What are you doing up?"
That was the drawback of being nocturnal. If he ever rose before sunset, his family ragged him over it. "The apocalypse cometh. Thought I ought to be awake for it."