Page 90 of Wreaking Havoc
“It was your idea,” Kai pointed out. He had a suspiciously self-satisfied grin on his face. “You wanted trinkets for your mate.”
Sascha narrowed his eyes. “Is that a demon thing? Did I accidentally stumble into some demon courting?”
“You’re not as skilled at it as I am.” Kai wrapped an arm around Sascha’s shoulders, tucking him close. “But you don’t need to be. Your sweetness is enough for me.”
“Gross.”
Kai was undeterred. He pulled Sascha closer to the cliffs. “Come stare at the ocean with me, sweet Sascha.”
Sascha settled against him, unable to keep the stupid smile off his face. “I love you,” he murmured. “Even with your terrible taste. I’m very…very happy, with you.”
Kai pressed a kiss against his head. “As I am with you. I have never known contentment such as this, zaychik.”
Sascha layon his side on the bed, his hands propped over the bedside table, half his attention on the TV and half on his nails.
Seth had lent him some pale-pink polish to replace the extremely chipped blue mess he still had on, and Sascha was determined to get both hands done this time—no unexpected demonic interruptions to get in his way.
Except there was a demon in his bed, sliding his fingers up under the hem of Sascha’s ruffled sleep shorts where he’d sprawled his leg to the side. It was another silky set he’d ordered, one with a camisole top with thin straps, much too flimsy for the season. He’d felt a little ridiculous picking it out.
But then Kai had looked about ready to drop dead the first time Sascha had worn it, and Sascha had decided it was a fine purchase after all.
Sascha shot Kai a suspicious glance now, but his eyes were on the TV, intent on the boring reality show about blacksmiths he’d put on, his touch on Sascha’s skin an absent-minded petting.
They’d moved a TV into the bedroom in an effort to give Matteo some space from them, if he wanted. Sascha wasn’t sure hedidwant that—the poor kid seemed pretty reluctant to be left alone most times. But he most certainly didn’t want to see them engaging in their more illicit activities, so sometimes a little space was necessary.
And sometimes Kai apparently wanted to watch his weird blacksmith show, and Sascha wasn’t so cruel as to subject another person to that.
But speaking of.
“Hey,” Sascha said, spreading polish on his pinky. “Do you think Matteo is doing okay?”
The fingers on Sascha’s upper thigh paused for a brief moment, then started their circling again. “I think there’s someone out there he still fears,” Kai mused. “I think he jumps at every shadow.”
Sascha frowned down at his nails. He’d finished the left hand now. “So…no?”
Was Sascha not doing enough for him? They’d given him a place to stay, but should they be, like…talking about things? He’d been following Matteo’s lead, but maybe he should be pushing harder?
Kai tugged on the bottom hem of Sascha’s shorts, bringing him out of this thoughts. “Zaychik. I think he’s healing as best he’s able, because you’ve provided him a safe space to do so.”
Sascha turned away from his nails to cock a brow at Kai. “So what, you’re all wise now or something?”
Kai ignored the dig, humming thoughtfully. “You know, if he has enemies in need of vanquishing…”
“No,” Sascha said quickly. They were not getting involved in any more mob business, even for sweet Matteo.
“It wouldn’t have to be me. We have Nightmare’s pa—”
“No. Nuh-uh. I take it back—you’re severely lacking wisdom. You think that scared little chickadee can handle a deal with a demon?”
“Not like you handled it,” Kai told him, a new gleam in his eyes. His wandering fingers traveled up at the crease where Sascha’s thigh met his ass, stroking more deliberately. A pleased rumble left his chest. “You wear nothing underneath.”
Sascha fluttered his lashes. “I never do.” He arched into the touch, then remembered he was in the middle of something and shot Kai a glare. “I’m painting my nails, you know.”
“You lie like this on purpose.” Kai’s lower lip pushed into a pout. Possibly he’d been picking up bad habits from Sascha. “To entice me.”
Sascha laughed, setting down the bottle of polish. “It doesn’t take much to entice you.” Still, he propped his head on his unpolished hand, watching for what Kai would do next.
Kai had one hand down his own sleep shorts now, a much less scandalous pair he wore around the house. When he was actually sleeping, he chose to lie in the nude, but Sascha had insisted he have something to lounge in. Kai had seemed to think, initially, that now that the house was his home, he could parade around with his dick out whenever he wanted. Sascha had needed to pointedly remind him there was another person living there, one who didn’t want to see Kai’s demon cock every time he turned a corner.
