I take a bite.
CHAPTER TEN
KRYSTIAN
This woman is going to goddamn kill me.
“This is soooo good,” Thea practically squeals, then she moans yet again.
The sound travels straight to my cock.
Zaid shifts uncomfortably in his seat at the head of the table. Obviously, my brother is dealing with the same problem I am.
“You seriously never had food before?” he asks, but not in an asshole, accusatory way like Everett would.
He sounds genuinely curious.
“Never.” Thea’s already digging into her next dish, a beatific smile on her otherworldly face. “You guys seriously get to eat this stuff all the time?”
“Next time, have Everett cook for you,” I tell her, trying my damndest to ignore my visceral reaction to those tantalizing moans she continues to make. “He’s the best chef I know.”
Thea whips her head in Everett’s direction, curiosity alighting in her eyes while syrup drips down her chin. And goddammit, all I can think about is my cum taking the syrup’s place.
“Really?”
Everett grumbles something inarticulate, but I notice he doesn’t outright refuse to. For him, that’s progress.
Hell, it’s practically a declaration of marriage in Everett speak.
Now that we’re satisfied Thea is eating—and obviously loving the food—the four of us begin to scarf down our own meals. It’s silent for a few minutes, the only sound the clanging of silverware. At some point, Darla returns with our milkshakes.
I’m ninety-nine percent positive Thea actually orgasms when she takes her first sip. Her blue eyes roll into the back of her head, and her entire body begins to convulse. Darla, who’s still standing by the table, appears flushed, her damn nipples poking through the fabric of her uniform.
I don’t consider myself a possessive or jealous person, but having her so close to Thea when she’s like this…
I tighten my grip on my knife.
“You can go now,” Everett snaps at the waitress, his eyes frosty.
I wonder if his thought process went down the same direction as mine.
Or if he can sense how close Rafe is to the edge, hovering precariously at the tip, madness clouding his brown eyes.
Darla stutters out an apology, then she retreats to the kitchen.
God, what the fuck is wrong with me?
Normally, I would find it hot as fuck. I mean, what’s better than watching two girls please each other and then having them turn all of that attention onto me? But the thought of anyone laying a single fucking hand on Thea makes me see red.
The reaper continues to “enjoy” her milkshake, oblivious to the direction of my thoughts.
Zaid clears his throat and subtly readjusts himself in his jeans. “We should discuss our next steps.” He waits until we’re all staring at him before continuing. “Someone obviously knows something about Thea. We just need to figure out who to ask without information getting back to the wrong person.”
“Athena?” I suggest, thinking of the calculating, aloof Goddess of Wisdom.
If anyone would know anything about Thea’s situation, it would be her.
“She’s been MIA for over one hundred years now,” Everett points out. “Ever since the team she selected died.”
