Free Valan Playboys by Scarlett Dawn Page B

the black scarf a little tighter around my throat, it hiding multiple hickeys and bite marks. I absently pulled my cellphone from my jacket pocket, kicking my boots up onto the empty chair across from me, and started checking my messages while I munched on sausage.
    Not even entirely sure how it happened, my eyes flew open when I felt a constant poking on my shoulder. Lifting my head from the table, a half-eaten sausage still in one hand and my cellphone in the other, I blinked rapidly until I jerked upright on my chair, shaking my head viciously to slap the awareness back into me. My gaze flicked up, and I found myself staring into honeyed eyes.
    A golden brow lifted, and Callie murmured quietly, “King Haven brought to my attention your head had hit the table fairly hard.” Her lips twitched. “It’s probably best to stay awake when in public with so many around.”
    “That was very kind of him,” I muttered through a stifled yawn, shoving the sausage in my mouth, chewing rapidly, trying to wake myself further. “Won’t happen again.”
    She nodded once, eyeing me. “Who was he?”
    I shook my head, shoving waffles into it. “Stay out of it.”
    Evaluating me, her head tipped to the side. “For now.”

    Stepping inside my bedroom, flipping the light on as I yawned, my eyes blurry in tiredness from an extremely long day, I shut and locked the door behind. “For two men who have gone out of their way to avoid me today, you have an uncanny way of saying hello.”
    Lying on my couch, arm crooked over his face, King Balar grumbled grouchily, “I’m not in the mood for bitching women.” His fingers flicked irritably. “Turn the light back off.”
    King Jerome merely grunted, his head resting on his folded arms on top of my table.
    I ground my teeth together. “You thieve into my room, and then have the audacity to tell me to quit bitching?” My voice was a bit shrill in my own delirium. Shaking my hands in the air, I shouted, “I’m going to take a shower. Then I’m going to bed. Where nothing is happening tonight because I need some damn sleep, so both of you can get the hell out.” I left the light on and marched a bit crookedly to my bedroom, slamming the door closed behind me. I dumped the junk out of my pockets onto a nightstand by the bed before heading straight for my shower where I proceeded to take a half hour long, scalding shower.
    Towels wrapped around my hair and body, I exited my bathroom, coming to a stop. Growling quietly under my breath, I eyed the two Kings lying on either side of the bed from each other, who were wearing damn pajama bottoms and both passed the hell out, even snoring softly in their slumber. Shaking my fists at them, I debated my options, ending up deciding it would be more of a pain to make them leave than to allow them to stay. Quickly changing, I set the alarm, then shut the light off and climbed into bed. I was pretty sure I fell asleep before my head even hit the pillow.

    Groaning quietly when the alarm went off, I instantly sighed happily when it stopped, and snuggled further into the warmth I was wrapped in, their bodies heavy and solid on either side of me. Between the land of consciousness I waded, utterly peaceful in the silence. Until the damn alarm went back off. Growling irritably, I lifted a hand, powered up, and sent a bolt in the general direction of the alarm. It stopped. Another content sigh escaped me as my hand dropped back down, snuggling further.
    Behind me, King Jerome’s body vibrated, his voice sleep filled and amused. “You’re going to need another alarm.” He froze against me, sniffing the air.
    King Balar snickered. “And a lamp. It’s currently on fire.”
    Blinking once, I shot up to sit straight in bed, my eyes growing enormous on my face. I pointed a wagging finger, shrieking, “ Fire! ”
    “I already said that,” King Balar grumbled crossly, then merely flicked a finger from where he still lay. With a pulse of Demon power, the