He looked good. Maybe a little haggard and a whole lot shocked. I could attribute the latter to the male accompanying me. Khan and my brother had never met.
“Callista.” The incubus said my name again as if he wanted to be sure he was right.
I wanted to throw myself into his arms and kiss every inch of him, starting with his lips and ending up on my knees. Behaving myself, I simply let my eyes roam over his body. Black jeans. Really? Untucked white shirt. Casual black suede jacket. Even black slip-on shoes. I’d only seen him in tailored suits or naked—nothing in between (pun intended). It was a nice change that suited Khan well. Much better than those expensive garments. What else was different about the male?
Dhimitrios, picking up on my rudeness, cleared his throat and held out his hand. “Hey, man. I’m her brother, Dhimitrios.”
Khan blinked and then blinked again, like he was processing the information. He quickly shook my brother’s hand, then stepped to the side, and allowed us to come inside.
“This is unexpected,” Khan said as he shut the door behind us. His voice lowered, becoming sultry, as he leaned in toward me. “But a pleasant, desirable surprise.”
His words warmed my heart and dampened my panties. “Khan…”
Standing there was damned uncomfortable with Khan looking at me like he wanted to eat me up and me wanting to be eaten. How could we have a proper reunion with my brother there? I shifted from foot to foot as my gaze bounced over to Dhimitrios.
Thankfully, my brother got the hint. “Why don’t I give you some time alone? I’ll go check out the address the wolf shifter gave me.”
My focus was on the incubus in front of me as I told my brother, “Please come back in an hour.”
Khan’s desirous gaze met mine. “You don’t have to hurry. Take your time. Do some sightseeing.”
As soon as the door clicked behind my brother, I took a hesitant step toward Khan. It didn’t take him long to close the distance. He slipped his arms around my waist and claimed my mouth with punishing kisses. Overwhelming joy filled me as I realized he hadn’t forgotten me. During the ride to Falls Creek, I feared that I was just a convenient lay for Khan. Someone to keep his bed warm while he tried to win over Sybil. Months had passed, and I’d missed him terribly.
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