That wasn’t good.
9
Narcissa
I thought I’d seen it all.
I thought I had seen every sexy side of Dorian Westborrow. To be fair, there were a lot of sexy sides, so it could be hard to keep track. But I’d been wrong about knowing all of them... because I could honestly admit I had never been so attracted to him as I was at this moment, and most of it didn’t have to do with physicality.
Although him shirtless? Very distracting.
Dorian was a complicated individual. Every element of his personality was filled with depth and was intoxicating to discover. It was probably why I was so dangerously attracted to him. But at this moment? Acting legitimately as Dr. Dorian? Sexiest shit I’d ever seen. I would have never expected it, but I was completely turned on by his actions and felt like fucking swooning. Was there something wrong with me? Why was I having such a strong reaction to this?
I mean, the bastard was covered in blood and a bit of puss, so that part was gross, but it didn’t take away from the strong pull of attraction I was feeling. It wasn’t his magic either. No, I was very aware of how that felt, and this was different.
I think it was the expression on his face. The way his grey eyes were dark with worry and the concentration on his perfect features as his messy hair fell partly in his face. He was literally saving some young kid. My ovaries were having a goddamn heart attack right now. Shit was so damn sexy.
Honestly, I was glad the boys were so distracted right now because I had absolutely no idea how to explain why I was staring nearly open-mouthed at him. Man. He would hold that over me if he knew. Then again, could anyone blame me for being attracted to a sexy incubus being a caretaker? Um. No. No, they couldn’t. Declan handed him some water as Raphael let out a small relieved sound, his rough, large hand brushing against my back.
Looking up into my mate’s face, I found myself damn near elated to just be near him. I hadn’t realized just how much my disappearance had affected him, even for a few hours, until he was hugging me possessively and telling me how much he loved me. He didn’t have to tell me though. I knew. I knew really well because I loved him so much that sometimes it was legitimately painful.
It, of course, didn’t help that the man was goddamn beautiful. I found myself reaching up to push dark hair away from his golden face as his green eyes met mine with warmth. His wolf was rumbling in his throat as I pressed myself into his massive, muscular chest, knowing it would make him feel better.
As Declan and Dorian talked quietly, I let Raphael tighten his arms around me, his warm scent surrounding me as he trailed his nose through my hair. My eyes moved down to his arms, and I used my thumb to brush over the scars he had there. The scars that made him even more beautiful in my mind. I knew he would be embarrassed if he heard me tell him that, but it was how I authentically felt. The man was beautiful, and I refused to say differently.
He was wearing the same outfit he’d been wearing before I landed myself in Hell, and I found myself burying my nose in the familiar shirt. I loved how good he smelled, and the comfortability I had around the man was almost unreal sometimes. He was my best friend. Plain and simple. I considered all of them my best friends, but Raphael had gone through high school with me and had never once budged from my side. Something about those days at that large unfriendly school had created a friendship that, even putting aside our romantic relationship, would always be there.
Now did that overpower my need to possibly climb him like a tree, right here, right now? No. I clearly was in a real turned on state today, so I somehow needed to fix this problem ASAP. As in one of them. Or multiple ones of them.
Celebratory orgy anyone? No. Still not the time?
"Baby," he growled as I wiggled against him, kissing me lightly, his gold snake bites cool against the heated surface of my skin.
I knew that I was a bit of a hot mess right now, my heels recently abandoned and skin covered in rain and a bit of mud, my hair in a wild mess of curls. Which reminded me... looking down at my skin, I found that my tattoos were gone. Was that a side effect of coming up to the Earth realm? Fascinating.
Honestly, I was missing them a bit right now, along with the crimson ends of my hair. No doubt it would have scared the shit out of Raphael though. I think he was still processing the whole thing with my dads. Hell. I still could not believe I had three freakin’ dads. How insane was that?
Before I could respond to his low growl, the door of the bar banged open and magic filled the space. My heart tightened as I snapped my head towards where everyone’s attention was directed, silence filling the space like a heavy blanket. A bit of fear also, but was that very surprising considering who had just arrived?
Zachariah.
Raphael let me go begrudgingly as the others stayed with Dorian, the twins watching me from where they stood in quiet conversation with my fathers. No doubt talking about what was going on, who Zachariah was, or coming up with a plan.
The rest of the bar was filled with supes that were being reunited with family members and given medical treatment, food, and a shit ton of water. Alright, some were getting a shot of whiskey also, but frankly, they deserved it after the shit they’d been through.
Thunder cracked outside as I neared the door, the scent of rain pouring down as Zachariah’s magic greeted me. My eyes ran over the man as I finally met his heated and relieved gaze, a million different emotions seeming to crowd his face all at once.
It really shouldn’t have surprised anyone when I ran right into his arms, thunder cracking loudly at the impact of his arms wrapping around my body. If it hadn’t been for this dumb silk dress, I probably would have tackled him to the damn ground. But the minute I was in his arms, everything seemed to still, making me forget anything else but his touch.
A sigh of relief left my lips as his familiar scent constricted around me and tears filled my eyes. He was here. Raphael was here. Everything was far better now that they were here. Now that we were back together as a family.
"Little rose," Zachariah’s voice was rough as he pulled back, his silver eyes running over my face as his fingers tightened on me possessively. A thrill of desire and comfort ran over my skin as I leaned into him, needing as much of his body against mine as possible.
I was glad he and Raphael seemed okay with my neediness for touch right now, because I couldn’t have ever predicted just how much our separation, even if only for such a short time, would have affected me. I never wanted to go through that again.
If it was possible, Zachariah appeared even more intense than usual. He looked absolutely wild, and it was doing things to me that were completely inappropriate considering our audience. I mean, the man was always sexy as hell, but right now he really did seem unearthly.
His muscular body was splattered in rain and blood. The blood of my enemies? That totally gave him brownie points, I couldn’t lie. The linen button-down shirt he usually wore was gone, and instead he wore just a pair of dark jeans that laid low on his hips, showing off his fantastic fucking body.
The man had to have a ridiculous eight pack or something, right? I didn’t know how else to describe it. I found myself memorizing the silver tattoos that ran the length of his rich mahogany abs, chest, and arms that I wanted to dig my nails into. I wanted to mark him.