Confessions of a Killer

36 Well, screw me sideways

Damien:

Her answer seemed to hang in the air, taking an almost corporeal form in my mind of just who the fuck she's talking about. Confusion swirled in my mind like the mist seeping into the tower through the opened windows.

"Not fucking possible." I mutter frowning. Glancing at the guys as if they had the answer, yet they looked as lost as I feel. Dread coiled in my gut as I prepared myself for the worst.

"I don't know what's possible anymore, just that he looked like you and Killian." She sighed, exhaustion seeping into her tone. The slight pink under her eyes turning a darker shade as she blinked tiredly, hands fisting my shirt as if she needed something solid to hang on to. She smiled as I cupped her cheek with my palm, placing a chaste kiss on her forehead and bringing her closer.

"I know dewdrop. Just know, you aren't alone in this." I watched as some of the weariness left her eyes, replaced with the heat that had scorched through her body the moment she'd placed her hands on me. I'd felt an answering wave of fucking lust and it had taken nearly all my self control to not lose my shit and fuck her in front of the men. Just like now.

Shit on a fucking cracker, this woman has me by the balls.

"We'll give you guys some time, take these with us and help with cleanup..." Ariel stated quietly, nodding quickly at the other men in the room. They quickly assembled their dismantled weapons and started for the trap door. "...Let us know later what's going on, eh?"

I nodded back, watching Ariel smirk, one side of his lips tilting as he hopped deftly through the hole in the floor. Jasper ignored us, tongue in cheek as he followed, I could practically smell his annoyance at being dismissed while Maguire grinned, making Charlotte laugh as he waggled his eyebrows provocatively before closing the door quietly behind them.

I pulled Charlotte's head down to rest on my chest, enjoying the feel of her warmth against my body as I buried my nose in her neck. I took in her sweet scent, reveling in the complexity of it before turning away to sneeze.

"Mother fucker." I growled. She lifted a brow, laughing softly after saying 'bless you'.

"Take off that damn shirt." I grumbled, raising my own brow at her huffy response. "Please?"

"It'll be cold." She pouted, lower lip sticking out while she batted her long lashes at me.

I snickered. I couldn't help it.

"I'll keep you warm." I waggled my brow, imitating Maguire moments before. Her laughter was contagious and I caught it, our combined mirth filling the room and escaping through the windows to fill the grounds outside.

It feels good to laugh with her. There's a special place in my soul that's forever seared with her name. Even without the mate bond; this woman would have changed my life irrevocably.

I bit my lip, pulling her hair out of the messed up whatever the fuck you call it, that it was in. Trailing my fingers through it, the silky texture smooth against my rough skin as I grimaced at the residue I left behind, apologizing quietly before she shrugged it off.

"You'll just have to help me wash it later I guess." She winked at me, Aqua irises nearly luminescent in the growing darkness.