Immortal Truths: A Paranormal Reverse Harem Romance (An Angel and Her Demons Book 2), Lacey Andersen [best ebook reader for surface pro TXT] 📗
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Leaning up, she ran her fingers through his hair.
His eyes widened, and he stood frozen while she touched him. His hair. His jaw. At last, she pulled him slowly down to her and kissed him.
He groaned, and suddenly, he was kissing her back, desperately, his mouth hard and confident.
When she parted her lips, he rose over her and lay down on top of her. Then, his tongue moved into her mouth.
She moaned, rubbing herself against his hard erection.
He broke their kiss.
She stared up at him, panting. “Please?”
His eyes closed, his jaw locked. “Surcy…”
She slid her hands under his shirt, stroking the hard muscles of his stomach. Then, trailing her hands down, she gripped his cock through his pants.
His eyes flashed open. “Do you love me?”
She tensed.
“Do you?” he asked again.
Her heart hammered. “Tristan, I—“
“You still don’t remember me. You still don’t care for me like that.”
Her hand dropped. “Can’t we just pretend for a little while?”
“You might be able to, but I can’t.” The misery in his gaze was heart wrenching.
“I want to remember. You know that, right?”
He nodded, then rolled off of her.
Standing, he turned his strong back to her, hands clenched.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
She wasn’t sure he’d heard her when his gruff voice came. “Mark wants to talk to us.”
“Okay.”
The gargoyle moved to the edge of the building and leapt off, drifting above the tall trees that surrounded their home. She stared after him, hating the emotions coursing through her. There was nothing she could do to right things between them. It seemed they were tortured both by her touch and by her lack of touch.
So, I guess we’ll just keep pretending.
Rising, she hurried down the stairs that led to the rooftop and walked down the long hallway that had doors leading to each of their rooms. At the end of it, she stepped out into the large living room. Her gaze immediately went to the back wall of massive glass doors and the incredible garden Mark had planted around their home. It grew wild and beautiful, transforming the simple room into something extraordinary.
When she was alone, the view was almost soothing. But in moments like this, it was like something incredible… that she wasn’t a part of.
But apparently I helped plant it. If only I remembered. She turned her gaze away from it, hating how everything seemed to be triggering her sadness.
I need to snap out of this!
A movement drew her gaze. Mark sat quietly on the couch in the living room, and her heart clenched. He must have been using the God Finder again. The circles under his eyes were darker than ever, and he looked pale.
For a moment, she stood in the doorway, her gaze transfixed by him. Mark was a good-looking man. He wasn’t as broad as Tristan, but he was taller, with tight muscles that bulged beneath his collared shirts.
When he turned to her, his mouth twisted into a tired smile. “Did you sleep well?”
She’d been having nightmares about Caine lately, but when she woke up, they slipped away like shadows.
“About the same,” she said, walking across the room and sitting in the overly-large chair near the cold fireplace.
“I’ll make you some tea tonight.”
She smiled. “Maybe you need to make some tea for yourself too.”
He winced. “Do I look that bad?”
“Never,” she laughed. “But you do look like you need a good night’s sleep.”
He stroked the chain on his ancient necklace, The God Finder, and looked troubled. “I couldn’t sleep until I knew for sure… and now I do.”
“Knew?” she asked, sitting up straighter. Has he discovered another Immortal?
“Morning!”
Every muscle in her body tensed. Turning, she tried not to stare at Daniel, but he looked so damn good. His normally perfectly styled blond hair was still messy from sleep, and all he wore was a pair of dark boxers.
Her mouth watered. It’d been a couple days since she’d touched him last. If Mark wasn’t in the room, she wouldn’t have been able to control herself. Her hands twitched, wanting to touch his massive biceps, wanting to lick her way down his chest and belly.
“You look hungry,” he told her, and she didn’t miss the sexual innuendo behind his words. “How about we all sit at the table and have some coffee?”
Mark rubbed his face. “I could actually use some coffee.”
She and Mark moved to the little table, and Daniel poured them all a cup of coffee, and an additional one in front of Tristan’s spot.
Then, Daniel scooted his chair closer to her, smirked, and sipped his coffee. She and Mark added lots of cream and sugar, and then they were all drinking their coffee in silence.
“So, you said there was something you wanted to talk about,” Daniel hedged, looking at the other demon.
Mark nodded, looking more tired by the minute. “But I wanted to wait for Tristan.”
As if on cue, the gargoyle landed on the deck just outside the massive glass doors He folded his grey wings onto his back, before shifting. His wings disappeared, and his stone-colored skin turned to a human tan color in an instant. Then, he opened the doors and strode in. Without looking at her, he crossed the room and sat at the table beside them.
She took another sip of her coffee, waiting for whatever Mark had to say, when she felt Daniel’s hand on her thigh. Tensing, it took all her effort to swallow the liquid in her mouth.
Daniel’s hands stroked the sensitive skin of her thigh, just below her small pajama shorts. Every muscle in her body tensed, and her core heated up. She wanted his touch more than anything in this world. But at breakfast? In front of the others?
We couldn’t. Could we?
His fingers slipped beneath her shorts and into her underwear.
She was breathing hard as he stroked her mound, not yet entering her.
“I found another Immortal,” Mark said.
Her gaze snapped to him, but she was intimately aware of the fire mage’s fingers stroking
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