Page 69 of Wreaking Havoc
“Well, maybe you should take a long, hard look at the way youtreatpeople.”
Ivan sighed, like Sascha was being unbelievably taxing. “I don’t have time for this, Sascha.”
Heat flushed through Sascha’s body. “You never do!” he yelled. “What would it take for you to just chill out for a few seconds and act like a real brother and not a controlling asshole?”
An unfamiliar, sultry male voice echoed out from the back corner of Ivan’s office, where a door to an inner room had opened at some point during their argument. “Personally I think he needs to get laid, but that’s just me. I could be biased.”
Sascha found himself speechless as the personification of walking sex on a stick sauntered out of that adjoining office door.
Like,damn. The dude was all long limbs, decked in skintight black leather pants and an equally tight purple shirt sheer enough to reveal that he was rocking some nipple piercings and unbuttoned low enough to display an abstract tattoo in his chest. His long, wavy red hair was up in a high ponytail, and his eyes were hidden by designer sunglasses.
Before Sascha could wonder what the hell this porn star was doing in his brother’s office, he found himself pulled back against Kai, his arm like a steel band across Sascha’s chest.
“Incubus,” Kai growled.
The redhead lifted his glasses as he grinned at the two of them, revealing lushly lashed purple eyes, like Elizabeth Taylor. “Kaisyir!” he greeted. “And here I thought we’d never meet again. Well, if we’re among friends…” He cocked a hip, shooting a wink at Sascha.
And then he was transforming, quick as a blink. He didn’t grow in size, not like Kai did, but his skin took on an almost lavender tint, his ears growing pointed, with two short dark-red horns curling out from his hair. Sascha blinked in surprise as something that looked suspiciously like a tail flicked out from behind his legs.
Another demon. An incredibly pretty demon. Drop-dead gorgeous, really.
Ivan somehow didn’t look the least bit shocked by any of this. Only exasperated. “I told you they were coming. Why act surprised?”
The newcomer—the newdemon—shrugged. “For the drama.” Those purple eyes latched back onto Sascha, sweeping over his form. “And is this baby bro? Love the outfit. Very chic.”
Sascha felt his cheeks go hot, and Kai’s arm around him tightened even more. “Incubus,” he growled for the second time.
The incubus threw his head back and laughed. “This guy. You’d think the rest of us don’t have names.” He tossed Kai an alluring pout. “It’s not like I go around calling you ‘big, hulking warrior demon.’” He rolled his eyes at Sascha, like they were sharing some secret joke. “You can call me Nix, baby.”
“Sascha,” Sascha found himself saying, oddly entranced. Nix was so beautiful it was like talking to a demonic supermodel.
Kai grunted his disapproval. “Don’t speak to him.”
Sascha wasn’t sure which one of them he was talking to.
Nix huffed. “I’m not going to seduce your bargain. That would be poor form. Besides, I have one of my own now.” He shot an exaggerated adoring look at Ivan.
Sascha let out a breathless laugh. “You summoned an incubus?” he asked Ivan. “Why?” Weren’t they like…sex demons? What the fuck was Ivan going to do with a male sex demon? He was straight as all hell.
“I did notintendto summon an incubus,” Ivan ground out. “I thought to summon one like him,” he explained, referring to Kai.
“Ouch.” Nix settled on top of Ivan’s desk, crossing his long legs and ignoring Ivan’s glare. “You wound me, Vanya.”
What. The. Fuck. Never in his life had Sascha heard anyone outside the immediate family—besides Sergei, that was—call Ivan his diminutive, Vanya, and live to tell the tale.
But Ivan only pinched the bridge of his nose with a long-suffering sigh.
The incubus’s lips quirked into a catlike grin, and then he was turning back to Sascha. “Oh! Nail polish on the one hand. Is that a new trend?”
He shook his own right hand, and bright-red polish appeared on his talons.
“As I said,” Ivan said through clenched teeth. “I don’t have time, Sascha.”
Sascha fought to clear his head. He couldn’t get distracted by this incubus side quest, not when he and Kai were on a time crunch. “Well, make time,” he snapped. “We need the Book to bond.”
“A bond,” Nix murmured, eyes widening in surprise. He hopped off the desk and crept closer with alarming speed, only stopping when Kai released Sascha and shoved him behind his back, grabbing Nix by the throat instead.
“Keep your distance,” he ordered.
