Page 17 of The Star's Sword
I could almost picture what being between the two of them was like.
“That settles it,” Samael said, though as he walked beside us, I could tell there was still something hidden in his tone. “If Cleo likes the idea.”
The idea of Samael being extra jealous, extra intense about pleasing, and the slight excitement of the new bond that Zadis brought…
Maybe it was just being drunk, but I was kind of buying it.
“For now, I think we’re all a little too drunk to be discussing it,” Zadis said, handing me over to a waiting Sam who had walked in front of us and stopped with outstretched arms.
When I fell against Sam’s chest, everything felt so right and so warm, that I felt myself almost immediately drifting off, snuggling in against him.
“Looks like I’ll only being taking your dress off to put you to sleep, Morningstar,” I heard him murmur, as he placed a kiss on my cheek.
“I swear I didn’t give her that much wine,” Zadis said, his voice pleasantly swimming and swirling as I faded out of consciousness.
“Did you have a good night, though?” Samael asked, his voice hushed and serious. I almost strained to stay awake, wanting to hear what he was saying, but I just felt too tired. Too safe. Too comfortable.
“We did,” Zadis said. “But I do want you to think about this, Samael. Whether you truly want me to share your mate.”
With my last seconds of consciousness, I heard Samael let out a sharp breath that almost sounded resigned, and then I faded out before I could hear his answer.
6
“Wake up, hungover darling,” a husky voice whispered in my ear as I stirred in satin sheets and comforters. “Time for training.”
I let out a groan and rolled over, noticing the early morning light streaming through the window.
Samael as always knew what to do, holding up a soft robe to encourage me to stand and slip my arms into it. By the windowed seating area where we liked to chat until I gained full consciousness, he’d already set up coffee, scones and some assorted cakes.
I sat down, stomach roiling and not feeling hungry at all, but before long Sam was pushing a buttered scone into my hands, urging me to eat with that low, sexy tone that brooked no argument.
As I ate the scone and sipped the coffee, my head began to clear despite my headache and I groaned as I remembered what had happened the night before.
“Should get you drunk more often,” Samael said softly, sinking back in his chair. “Highly entertaining.”
“Oh?” I asked, cheeks flushing.
Samael looked gorgeous, having already changed into workout clothing of a loose tracksuit with tank top beneath that showed off his powerful body. His hair was still damp from his shower and he smelled like spices and ash.
Just a hint of demon.
Sometimes I missed his incubus side, but it bespoke more power and less trouble in most realms to show his celestial form. His wings were hidden today as usual.
He just looked like the best-looking man in the world. The odd thing was he only got more handsome to me, if possible, every day we spent together.
Like the love I had for him, and the love he kept showing, kept making all of him glow to me, even more than ever before.
“It was interesting,” he said, watching me eat my scone carefully.
“So you aren’t mad?” I asked.
He folded his arms, thinking. “I told you it was fine. Besides, you know how demons see this kind of thing. I don’t own you.”
“Last night you called me property,” I said.
Samael shrugged. “Rogue.”
“Tell me more about that,” I said, looking out the window to see friends already assembling on the field. Cayne was talking to Simon. Surely that meant we had a few more stolen moments together. “About why being with Zadis would make you go rogue.”
