Page 84 of Craving Demons

“Don’t mind Kerberos,” Ramsey said. Again, I grinned a little at the name. It sounded too much like Care-bear-oos. “He’s a big softy unless your intent is deceptive or evil. Then he’d eat you.”

How… comforting?

I sidled around the dog — who shifted and let me get close to Grey as if he knew I was trying to help his master — and knelt next to the couch.

I woke Grey with a soft caress of his cheek, his gaze unfocused as he blinked to clear the sleep away.

“You’re the toughest of them all, aren’t you?” I whispered to him. “You made it all the way back here without any healing.”

“Hades, yeah, I am,” he croaked, voice rough and hoarse. He smiled, then winced, clearly still in a lot of pain.

“Let me help you,” I whispered, leaning down to kiss him, as if my kiss would somehow soothe his pain. Perhaps it did, because his smile softened and he seemed to relax after that.

Ramsey helped me carefully undress him to find all his wounds. The major ones seemed to be a shredded lower leg, and heavy bruising under claw marks on his chest. His hands were torn up and bloodied, but that didn’t seem quite as bad. All his other wounds — and there were a lot — were only minor cuts and scrapes.

I healed his leg first, then his chest. After that, I grew faint and woozy and needed a break. Fen brought water, and I drank heavily. I even munched on a few tasteless crackers, but given my uncertain stomach, I didn’t eat anything else.

Once I felt strong enough, I tended to Grey’s hands and other wounds. When I was done, Ramsey and Fen laid me on another couch, insisting I rest.

“Where’s Donny?” I asked, my mind hazy as sleep slowly took me again.

“He’s in one of the guest rooms. He’s fine,” Fen said. He sat at my feet, picking up one of my legs to massage my foot in the most achingly wonderful way.

Ramsey knelt on the floor next to the couch. “Shall I keep my promise?” he asked, voice low. His hand came up to rub my belly in a way which was currently comforting but could turn steamy quickly if he shifted the location of his hand, just a little.

I grinned sloppily up at him. “Why don’t we save that for later?”

He leaned down, kissed me, and whispered, “As you wish, divine one.”

Yeah, that sent a tingling warmth all through me and I was fast asleep soon enough, dreaming of all my guys pleasuring me: Fen massaging my feet and legs, Grey kissing me wonderfully, and Ramsey slamming that amazing cock of his deep into my core.

I woke squirming and warm and just a bit sad when I realized that had all been a dream and reality was… less fantastic.

I sat up on the couch. Fen was asleep at the far end, sitting up, which couldn’t have been comfortable. Ramsey had moved to another couch, lying down.

It was still dark out, but there was light on the horizon.

Donny came charging into the room. “I called Tommy and let him know we have the money. We’re going to meet him— oh…” He trailed off realizing I was the only one awake and listening. “I suppose it’s still early. I’ll get breakfast ready.”

ANAIS

Our trip tomeet Tommy Two-Toes involved several stops.

The first was Ramsey’s place where he changed and picked up a long case of some sort and stashed it in the trunk of Grey’s Bentley Mulsanne Grand Limousine. The second was to Mammon’s bank, where Fen went in and returned roughly two hundred million in gems. He didn’t stick around or wait for Mammon, just deposited them at the counter saying there had been a slight error on his last withdrawal, then left.

After that, we stopped at Fen’s place for some clothes, then back at my place so Donny and I could change. Then we drove out to a container yard in Jersey.

Donny, being back to his old genius self, had chosen a spot that was out of the way but had easy access from both directions since we didn’t want to be boxed in. On top of that, we arrived early, so we could prepare.

While we were getting ourselves into position, Ramsey took his case and walked away and when I asked what he was doing, Grey answered, “He’s a crack shot.”

It took me a moment to realize that case was large enough for a big gun and he was setting himself up as a sniper. “Oh.”

Tommy and his goons arrived just before eleven that morning. I recognized the two who had been harassing me, but Tommy was new. He was a heavyset man, but the type where there was still a lot of muscle under his bulk. He had gray in his hair and a lined face and his suit was immaculate.

“G’day Donny, m’boy, you have my money?” he asked.

I stayed back, leaning on the car while Grey and Fen flanked Donny as he walked forward and brought up the briefcase, opening it.