Page 42 of Wreaking Havoc
He sidestepped Kai and that alarming promise, throwing on fresh sweats and an oversize T-shirt. It wasn’t the best outfit he’d ever constructed, but Kai had already seen him sweaty and incoherent and gross—he probably wasn’t going to be scared away by Sascha’s frump clothes.
Kai was still naked.
Sascha gave him a pointed look. “Can you clothe yourself please? Alexei’s gonna be here any minute.”
Kai hesitated for way too long. Was this some sort of demon power play? Greet Sascha’s brother naked as a jaybird?
But eventually he let out a put-upon sigh, then waved his hand, black pants appearing once again on his form.
They made their way downstairs.
Sascha would have liked nothing more than to go back to bed again, but Alexei had probably been freaked out enough by Kai’s vague phone call. He didn’t need to see Sascha bedridden on top of it all.
There was a pile of packages at the entryway.
“Those were left on your doorstep,” Kai explained.
Sascha’s new clothing, most likely. “Um. Okay. Thanks for bringing them in,” Sascha said, patting Kai’s arm and feeling more than a little awkward.
Why were things so awkward?
Kai shot him what was becoming his new trademark intense-as-all-hell look. “I left your side only to be sure it wasn’t an intruder.”
“Okay.” Sascha held his breath as Kai stepped closer, towering over him even in human form. “You, um, stayed with me the whole time?”
No one had ever done that for him. Not ever. And sure, maybe it was just Kai making sure his bargain—his ticket back home—didn’t break or whatever. But still. He’d stayed.
A knock on the door cut through the moment.
Sascha inhaled a shaky breath, letting out a laugh. “Time for you to meet the fam.”
He opened the front door. He only got a flash of an image—Alexei’s familiar face, eyes wide with surprise; the short, messy-haired man at his side—before he was thrown back, and then suddenly he found himself behind a wall of…black leather?
What. The. Fuck.
Sascha poked at the new barrier in front of him. “Kai…do you—do you havewings?”
There was no answer, only a lot of growling, seeming to come from every direction. And yes, those were definitely massive bat-like wings in front of Sascha’s face. Not to mention the horns he could see poking out again from Kai’s head.
Fuck, how was he going to explain this to Alexei?
But every time he tried to peer around the leathery wings obscuring his view, they would shift, blocking him further.
“Kai?” he prompted again. “You’re kind of freaking me out.”
Kai growled again. It was a distinctly different noise from his sex growl. Low and mean and threatening. “Bloodsuckers,” he said.
Sascha nodded. Cool. That explained absolutely fucking nothing.
Then a chipper voice rang out. “Hello! I’m Jay. You must be the demon Sascha summoned.” Kai growled again, and then there was an answering growl from the other side, but the voice rose in volume to be heard over the din. “Alexei didn’t believe it, but I told him you never know. You’re very large, and those wings are super impressive. But I think Alexei would like to see his brother now. We won’t hurt him. We’re very nice, I promise.”
To Sascha’s immense surprise, the wings blocking him slowly lowered, and he was able to peer around Kai’s massive demon form to find Alexei, standing in front of his boyfriend, who was peering out behind him as best he could, an exact mirror of Sascha and Kai.
Jay—who Sascha had heard much about but never met—grinned broadly at him from around Alexei’s side. He was a tiny thing, dwarfed by Alexei’s height and muscles. “Hi! It’s so nice to finally meet you.”
“Um. Hi,” Sascha greeted back, too confused to muster anything else.
Then he caught sight of Alexei’s face.
