Page 75 of Hunted By Fear

The room goes quiet, and I realize I’m staring.

Shit.

Swinging my gaze up, I find Bast’s eyes already on me, his brow cocked, telling me he knows exactly what I was looking at.

If the floor could swallow me up and just drop me in the lava, that would be fan-fucking-tastic.

“Can I help you with something?” Bast asks, a wicked smile curling his lips and giving me goosebumps. The memory of the day I woke in his arms plays in my head, the way he washed me in the bath and…

Bast’s eyes fall closed as he takes a deep breath, his teeth digging into his lower lip in a way that I can only describe as pure sin.

Fuck, I want to be his bottom lip, to feel his teeth sink into my skin like that.

Too late, I remember that Bast can literally smell my arousal.

I pull my legs closer to my chest, pressing my thighs tight together in an effort to hide it, but all that does is make my stomach cramp.

Bast’s eyes fly open, the look on his face more intense and darker than I’m used to seeing. He leans in before moving closer, and I freeze. Ruin watches us from the end of the bed, quiet as a mouse as he watches Bast lean in, pressing his nose to my neck and inhaling deeply.

Did he just sniff me?

“Aeri, you’re bleeding.” Bast’s voice is rough, like sandpaper against my skin, and I shudder as the little hairs on the back of my neck stand at attention. My pussy throbs, and I open my mouth to respond, but all that comes out is a pathetic little whimper.

It takes a second for my brain to actually work and register what he just said, especially because his face is still pressed to the sensitive skin of my neck. His nose ghosting over the skin just below my ear and scrambling my brain.

“Bleeding?” I echo like a parrot with a delay.

I do a quick mental check, but I don’t feel any kind of cuts or pain. Before I can tell him that my stomach cramps again.

You’ve got to be kidding me.

I scramble away from him, and he lets me, but his eyes follow me, his pupils blown wide. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and I’m not only embarrassed but so turned on that I have no idea what to do or say.

Thankfully, Ruin’s brain seems to still be functioning.

“Bast, why don’t you go grab her some painkillers?” My uterus must hear him because it chooses this moment to cramp, and my face scrunches up.

Painkillers would be nice.

I’m not sure if it’s the pain on my face or Ruin’s suggestion, but Bast seems to shake himself from whatever that was, blinking hard a few times. His eyes go back to normal, or normal for a pink-eyed demon, and he moves off the bed.

“Yeah, I’ll go get some things to help. Why don’t you take her to the bath down the hall so she can wash up?” He doesn’t give either of us a chance to respond before he turns and leaves, his demonic speed zipping him away before I can think to stop him.

What the fuck was that?

“Come on, Sunshine.” Ruin stands, coming up to the head of the bed, where he scoops me up as if I weigh nothing. Though with those muscles, I’m sure I’m light work for him.

I shake the thought of his muscles from my head before I start drooling. I’ve embarrassed myself enough for one day, I think.

As if the universe disagrees, I get a cramp that makes me groan, and yeah, definitely my period.

Which means Ruin needs to put me down, like, right now.

I wiggle and push off his chest, but he doesn’t let me go because, of course, he doesn’t. If anything, all this does is show me just how those muscles move.

Well, at least my period explains why I’ve been so horny lately, or at least some of it. I’m sure the sexy-as-sin demons, devil, and angel aren’t helping, but still.

“Put me down, Ruin,” I huff as he makes his way out of my room and into the hall before he stops dead.