Page 52 of Grave Mistakes
I frown at him. “Like...hot wings?” I ask, wondering if this place has bar food.
All three of them chuckle, and I even get a snort from Jerif.
“Not hot wings,” Echo answers, and then his eyes are trailing over me in that way that guys only ever look at you when they’re picturing you naked and bent over in front of them.
“Oh,” I say, suddenly feeling nearly as hot as I did when we were outside.
Echo’s black eyes glitter in amusement, and I squirm in my seat, because nowI’mthinking about being bent over in front of him, and honestly, I bet he could blow my mind.
What is going on? Was my previous horniness contagious or something?
“Oh come on, Jeter,” Crux says, tossing an arm over my shoulders. “Don’t fall for a line like that.Echo might talk a big game, but I guarantee you,Ican give you more orgasms.”
My brain stutters, like my mental tongue is getting stuck on the wordorgasms, unable to get the damn thing out. “What?”
“I’m just throwing my hat in the Hell Ring,” Crux replies easily. “You don’t have to settle for Echo.”
Instead of getting pissed, Echo snorts. “Don’t listen to him, Delta. Crux has a short attention span. He gets distracted halfway through and tends to fall asleep after just one round.”
“Fuck off,” Crux grumbles, and I suddenly feel like I’m in some weird sex tug-of-war.
“Hold up,” I say, shrugging Crux’s arm off me. “Who said I wanted to fuck either of you?” I demand.
“You did,” Echo and Crux both answer at the same time.
My mouth drops. “I most definitely didnot!” I mean, not out loud, anyway.
“We can sense arousal,” Echo says smoothly before taking another drink.
I narrow my eyes. “You’re lying.”
“Nope,” he says, a smirk crawling up the side of his lips.
I blink, feeling a flush spread up my chest. I have no idea if they’re fucking with me or not, but the thought that they can sense when I’ve been clit-conscious is a little horrifying...and intriguing.Can I do that too?
I try to take another swig of my drink, just because I suddenly feel the need to get a little looser and a lot more exploratory, but no. God no. The taste just keeps getting worse. “Ugh,” I grimace, shoving the cup away.
“So you don’t deny it,” Crux says, eyes glittering. “Youdowant to fuck us.”
I open my mouth, only for Echo to cut me off. “Don’t lie. We’re demons. We can sense that too.”
Well, fuck. Is this the demon spirits talking? Are they lightweights? They each had a couple sips, but I wouldn’t think it was enough to encourage randy, blunt, sex talk. I look at each of them in turn not quite sure what to make of this conversation. Has my agreeing to talk to someone about the Hellgate opened up this can of worms? Do I really care?
I swallow hard, noting that all four demons are hyper-focused on me. Part of me wants to flip them the finger and tell them to fuck off, but what the hell? I’m not shy about sex.
“Fine, I’m attracted to you,” I admit, thankful that my voice is steady and that I don’t sound like a nervous teenager. “But I don’t fuck anyone with strings,” I tell them honestly.
Echo tilts his head. “What does that mean?”
I shrug and fidget with the crack in the wooden table top. “I’m not good at relationships or messy hookups. I’m a have sex andXkind of girl. We have sex, IXyou off the list.”
Crux’s hand slaps on the table. “I volunteer to be the first oneX’ed off.”
A surprised bubble of laughter emits from my throat. “You’re ridiculous.”
He shrugs, not at all concerned. “I still volunteer.”
I shake my head at him, but I can’t help the part of me that’s intrigued. I’m not going to lie, I’m dying to know what sex would be like with a demon. If the pictures I saw at Perdition Estate are anything to go by, then I’m in for a serious ride.
