Page 36 of Claiming Demons
“No.” He answered quickly without a second thought.
“Exactly. It’s the same for me. We’re both one-woman men now. But what that means is that both of us, and Ramsey, are essentially married to Ana. We’re all in this together. So… why not enjoy each other’s company.” I poured two more glasses and raised mine.
He took his and reluctantly clinked it against mine and we both drank.
“I don’t think Ramsey would be into any of this, but you,” I said. “I think you might be, and I figured we should get it out into the open if you are.” I gave a soft laugh. “It’ll make cuddling in bed afterward a lot easier if we don’t mind holding each other as well. So… what do you say?”
He grunted. “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that Loki’s son is bi.”
“More… pan than bi.”
“Ah… yeah, right.” Grey laughed, poured himself another shot, and slung it back. He thought for a moment, then said, “Here’s the thing. I don’t think I’d want to be with you outside of being with Ana.”
“That’s fair. But,” I said, testing the waters, “if she asked us to put on a show for her, get each other worked up, would you go for that?”
He nodded. “Yeah, I would.”
“And who knows,” I added, “perhaps in a thousand years, you won’t mind being with me separately.”
“Anything’s possible,” he replied. “Is that whatyouwant?”
I laughed. “Honestly, I don’t know. I know kissing you to turn Ana on was surprisingly sexy. As for being with you without Ana… well… it never hurts to keep your options open. As long as Ana’s okay with it, and I think she would be, then who knows?”
Grey nodded. Then his brow furrowed, his gaze distant for a long moment.
I took a guess at his thoughts. “You’re thinking about kissing Ramsey, aren’t you?”
He looked up at me. “Can’t quite picture it. How about you?”
“He’s a sexy guy… again… who knows?” I shrugged.
“You’re far more accepting than—”
“Oh, Zaggy! There you are! Give your big sisters a hug!”
A wild woman came flying — literally flying — across the lounge and tackled Grey. The two of them crashed to the ground, destroying the chair he’d been sitting on.
Since I’d already met two of his sisters, I assumed this was the third: Erini. Though, from what I’d heard of her, she was actually three sisters in one.
Erini was all three of the Ancient Greek Furies, all rolled into a single, wild package. She could separate and become the three sisters: Tisiphone, Alecto, and Megara, but she rarely did. Each of those three was only a minor daemon, but together she was on the level of a minor god.
She had the same Mediterranean-tanned skin as her brother, with similar — though much longer — thick black hair. She wasn’t tall, but she was built sturdily with heavy hips and thighs and strong arms, a body meant for tackling younger brothers. I should know, my older sister Hel was of a similar build.
“Get off me, Erini!” Grey said from somewhere below her, groaning a little.
She popped up from where she sat on Grey and looked at me.
“Hey there!” she said, excited. “You’re Fenris, aren’t you!”
“In the flesh,” I said with a flourish of my hand. “And you’re Erini, yes?”
Her dark-brown eyes, ringed with hell-fire-red, went wide. “You’ve heard of me? Oh, wow! I knew it.”
“Knew that I’d heard of you?”
“Knew we were meant for each other!” she said jumping up and throwing herself at me. I reacted just a bit too slowly and found her latched onto me like a giant leech.
“Erini! Get off him!” Grey shouted as he rose. “He doesn’t want you.”