Red Moon Secrets(22)

lust?  Surely I'm reading it wrong.  I've not been on my game lately.  Not to mention, people usually hide their emotions better than this.
All the wolves sniff the air in unison.  It's almost comical to see a bunch of full grown men sniffing at nothing the way a dog would.
"Incubus, put it away," Reese says, exasperation in his tone as he swats the air.
Ah.  That's why they're radiating lust.
Dice shrugs innocently.  "It's not me.  I haven't got it in me right now.  I need to feast to leave a heady rush like the one in here.  Did you guys bring a succubus?  Because that's a female's tug, not a male's."
Reese rolls his eyes, not buying Dice's denial.  I don't feel anything, but then again, I seem to be immune.  Kane tugs at his shirt collar, proving the itch is finding him as well.
"Dice," I grumble.  "Please."
"I swear it's not me."
Right.  Jackass.
"Let's get this over with.  Where's your dredger?" Kane asks, growing irritated with Dice and his leaking seduction.
I'm sure it's not too much fun to have someone filling the room full of an aphrodisiac when your girlfriend is the only female around.  Not to mention, I'm literally surrounded by wolves.
"Very well," Reese says while clearing his throat and trying to shake off the lust-laced toxic air.
I'm really glad it's not bothering me.  Dice closes his eyes as if he's studying his mind.  I bet that's a really scary place to go—the mind of a moral-free incubus.
Kane disappears into the study, waving me off when I try to follow him.  He really doesn't want me anywhere around the dredger.  A hand on my back results in a squeal from my lips, and I leap away, unsure of what filthy mongrel is touching me.  I sigh in relief when I see it's merely the wolf without fur.  Dice.
"Don't sneak up on me in a room like this," I hiss, my eyes pointing to the robed brotherhood.
"Sorry," he chuckles, a mischievous glint in his eyes.  "Care to explain?"
"About why I don't want to feel strange hands on me in a room full of barbaric wolves who think of women as nothing more than property?  Is that rhetorical?" I ask, half scoffing.
"No," he murmurs, his eyes narrowing while his I-know-a-secret grin grows.  "Just curious as to why you're the one secreting succubus," he whispers, barely leaving the words loud enough to hear.
I cough out a laugh, drawing all the unwanted attention my way.  The men stare at me, wondering about the reason behind my seemingly random outburst.  Dice's eyebrows cock up, proving he's amused by my laughing denial.
He's lost his mind.
"Wrong, incubus.  So, so wrong."
I continue laughing while moving away from him, shaking my head in comical disbelief.  He'll say anything to get a rise out of someone.
"I'm serious, light one."
I roll my eyes.  "Where's Drackus and Gage?" I ask, shifting the topic to one that actually makes sense.
He glances toward the wolves who have all resumed their interrupted conversation, no longer interested in us.
Before he can answer, Gage is materializing in the room with us.  He dusts his shirt free from an ashy residue, grumbling as the same gray dust falls from his hair.
"What happened?" I gasp, covering my mouth when I take him in.
He looks almost gray.  I'm curious if he found a pit of ashes and rolled around in them.
"Wrong plane," he murmurs vaguely, and then he waves his hand over him, clearing the remaining dust from sight.
He runs a hand through his clean hair, but the ash returns on its own, cloaking him again with an unforgiving cling.  Dice chuckles when Gage's head drops back in frustration.
 
"Wrong plane?" I ask, stumped by the foreign residue that refuses to be banished.
"Stupid fucking pixies," he grumbles, vanishing from sight again.
I hear creaks coming from upstairs just before the pipes hum.  He's taking a shower?
"What's going on?" I ask, growing all the more irritated.
Dice chuckles more, shaking his head.  "Gage takes Drackus to various planes when the unaligned powerhouse loses control.  He dumps him there and makes him cool off.  Don't worry.  Drackus will find his way back when he comes down."
"And the pixies?" I prompt.
He laughs louder, almost roaring out his amusement, which draws attention our way once more.  This time the wolves only glance at us briefly.
"Pixies.  Yes.  Pixies are vicious little buggers with a wicked sense of humor.  If you crash their plane, they love to have a little fun.  He'll be in that shower for a while."
I almost smile.  Gage was bullied by fingernail-sized beings.