THANE
The sound of buzzing woke him early the next morning. Weighted down on one side, Thane stretched toward the bedside table for his phone. It took a little finagling, but he managed to grab it without waking the succubus curled against his side. One swipe silenced it. The next checked the text. Naturally, it was from his brother.
Laird: Where are you?
Glancing at Dahlia again, he quickly thought up an answer.
Thane: Hungover at some girl's place. Why?
Laird: Confession!
Thane: Yeah, was trying to get your religious shit off my dick. Tomorrow.
Laird: Tonight. 8pm. If you're not there, I'll get my ass chewed. They aren't playing around.
"Fuck," he groaned, then tossed the phone back onto the table.
Dahlia curled closer, murmuring something in another language. One word stood out: Hrokr. She said it like a name. Thane smiled and reached over, gently moving her long golden hair away from her lips. Who knew she'd be so perfectly normal as to talk in her sleep? Maybe it was a sign that she was truly relaxed. He didn't care. He just liked it a little too much.
"Dahlia," he whispered, moving his finger to trace the line of her face. "Wake up, sweetie. You've got me pinned down."
She mumbled again and pulled her arms to her chest, burying her face against him. This time, her words were Chinese. He laughed, then kissed her head.
"C'mon, princess. It's almost noon."
One lid cracked open and her eye focused on him, then closed. A second later, she sucked in a breath and jerked back, both eyes flying open. "Thane?"
"Least you remember my name." With her weight gone, he slid off the bed and headed to the bathroom. "Morning, hun."
"What are you doing?" she asked.
He shook his head. Obviously she wasn't a morning person. "Taking a piss." The door closed on the last word.
That didn't seem to stop her. She just raised her voice. "I meant spending the night. You're a fucking idiot - you know that, right?"
Standing over the toilet, waiting for his dick to relax, he called back, "My brother, the priest? Yeah, he thinks I'm fucking some girl to get the taste of a succubus out of my head."
"What? You..."
"Are supposed to be dating. Remember, only the oldest brothers are required to swear a vow of chastity. Since I'm shooting blanks, I'm actually allowed to fuck around. If I could make babies, they'd be pissed that I wasn't married and producing little magic brats already." The stream finally began to flow.
For a second, until she jerked open the door. "How many?" Completely naked, she was doing nothing to help his bladder, and plenty to make this take a lot longer.
"You mind?" His eyes flicked down, then back to her.
She cocked a hip against the frame. "You can talk and piss. How many of you are there?"
"Can't piss with a hard-on, and you're naked. Close the door or put on clothes. Or both, if you want me to concentrate."
"Fine." She slammed the door and he heard her stomp across the tiny hotel room. Thankfully it was enough to let him finish.
As soon as he stepped out of the bathroom, she threw a pair of jeans in his face. He caught them just before they hit. His underwear was still tangled inside, so he worked those free and then bent to pull them on. She'd reclaimed his gym clothes, which looked a little too good on her muscular little body. His dick agreed, if the rush of blood south was any indication. Thane tried to ignore it.
"Who's Hrokr?" he asked, hoping to change the subject.
She froze. Slowly, like a deer waiting to be shot, she turned her head. "How do you know that name?"
"You talk in your sleep. Um, Norse or something, and I'm pretty sure the other was Chinese."