Death's Finest Hour

Chapter Thirty-Three

After Faith had finished cumming on his face last night, he'd carried her back to her own bed as per her request. Probably for the best too, since they both needed sleep for today's expedition. Only, if given her way, Faith would have endless bouts of sleep.

Above all, she needed some time to get her mind back in order.

It was one orgasm. You're still at the top of your game. No exceptions.

Following Bane's failure to wake her up—not for lack of trying—Damien stood at her bedside with his arms crossed.

"Are you going to stay in bed all morning?"

"Yes," she mumbled, snuggling deeper into the covers.

He brushed some hair back from her face tenderly, realising how far gone he was.

What he was feeling wasn't love—not by any means—but definitely obsession. Especially after last night. After he'd tasted her. After he'd had her fantasy legs wrapped so tightly around his face.

Maybe he really did need to get out more.

Lithely, he sat on the edge of her bed, still brushing his fingers through her hair.

"You'd make me track the Crusader down by myself?"

"You can't," she murmured. "You need me to travel through time."

"I need your perky arse out of bed, getting into gear."

"My perky arse isn't ready for that yet. Five more minutes."

And with that, she rolled over, giving him her back.

Time to motivate her.

He lowered himself until he laid down beside her, winding one arm across her body.

At her ear, he whispered, "Is one orgasm all it takes to set you back? We best be keeping sex off the table, 'cause if that's the case, we'll never get anything done."

She stiffened beneath his touch. "I can handle an orgasm."

"Get out of bed and prove it."

She was up a second later, eyes narrowed as she struggled to blink the sleep out of them.

"I know what you're doing, Grave Pervert. You're trying to manage me."

He nodded his agreement as she made for the chest of drawers. "Looks like I'm good at it."

"I'll get you back for this."

"You seem eager to keep sex on the table."

"I hate you."

Sex with Faith had no business being in his brain right now. The priority was ticking off another one of their enemies. Now that she'd handled the worst of the blood sport vampires, they had a demon to deal with.

When, eventually, Faith was dressed and ready, they stood in his study staring down at another whittled bone.

"How does this work?"

"When I touch the bone and decide I want to see more, it'll take me back to the time we need to be in. Hopefully, it'll work the same as portal jumping and take you back with me if you hold on." She'd gotten the hang of this. Exactly how many times had she done it now? "Are you ready?"

He slid his hand into hers, giving it a squeeze.

"Yes."

"Hold on tight then."

The sensation wasn't the same as travelling by portal jumper. The world wasn't awash with colour. No, instead, it whirled in a flummox of scenes, like they were seeing all of time rewind on itself whilst being dragged through it. When that was done, they stood in a different realm in a different time.