Fallen Into Hell: Fallen: Book 2 by Layna Snow (best books to read all time .TXT) 📗

shiver. It was an order, and she might have orgasmed at the command, but she was too hungry.

Thanatos was sitting now, holding his hand out to her. He looked like he expected her to follow his order. And she found herself wanting to do so. Not because of the wonderful smells coming from the plate in front of him, but because his tone of voice left no room for argument.

And she found that she wanted to get closer to him.

“Now.” His demand was even sharper this time, and she felt herself obeying without thought.

She had noticed the kitchen when talking with Adrian. She knew that the kitchen wasn’t modern. There were no clean lines. Everything was rustic. A woodstove was on one wall, its chimney disappearing in the rock. The fridge was small and weird looking. The countertop was natural stone. And the table in the middle was made out of wood, and had two chairs, both of which were occupied.

Sophie took another step forward, eager to see what was on the table. The plates were huge and filled with a mixture of beef and root vegetables.

It just reminded her that she hadn’t eaten anything besides granola bars since she entered the National Park and she made the decision that food had to come first.

Her stomach approved of that idea, rumbling loudly. Which of course made Adrian laugh. “Food has a bigger influence on her than you do, Thane. You must be losing your touch.”

The thought embarrassed Soph.

Gosh, she didn’t want these men to focus on that. She didn’t want them to concentrate on that taboo part of her life. It just reminded her of all the times Brooke would joke about birthday cakes and food. Reminded her of all the failed diets she tried until she just gave up. She didn’t want to think about how people made fun of her when she ate out.

For once she wanted to feel sexy and confident, but she couldn’t do that if she was worried that they were secretly calling her fat.

Sophie shook her head, trying to ignore the thoughts.

She knew that she needed the energy and so food took priority, if only she could ignore the men watching her.

She moved closer to the table and looked around for an empty plate, which didn’t seem to be available.

What, did these guys think that she was going to eat out of her hand? Were they so ensconced in their bachelor ways that they totally forgot to be decent hosts?

As if you’re just here for a nice visit.

She didn’t even notice that Thane had moved. The action was so fast that she wouldn’t have been able to do anything about it anyways. One moment she was standing beside him, and the next she found herself sitting across his lap, his arm wrapped around her torso.

The action was surprising, but the burst of heat that traveled through her body was more so.

She could feel his hard legs under her thighs, strong, and sturdy. They were warm, sending heat blazing through her body. His chest was all hot skin and muscle, pressing against her arm with each breath.

Her skin tingled at the point of contact and sending awareness throughout. Even her nipples pointed, begging for attention, and heat pooled in her stomach. She was getting turned on, and he hadn’t even touched her sexually yet.

Which just showed how dangerous his sex appeal was.

The whole thing was a little ridiculous, and would have caused her to laugh hysterically, but no noise came out, just bursts of air that, she knew from experience, freaked people out.

Who’d have guessed that she’d be in Hell, sitting on the lap of a Fallen Angel that looked like a body builder, and her body wasn’t sure what it wanted more: food or sex.

Never in a million years had she figured she’d be in this situation. She could only envision what her sisters would say!

And never would she think that the hunk of a man would be holding a fork to her lips, as if to feed her from his own plate.

But he was!

And there was nothing Sophie could do but open her mouth and let it happen. Because, who would pass all that yumminess up?

And the food didn’t look bad either!

The taste burst on her tongue, the spices and savory flavors of the food. Delicious. She would have moaned, but just chewed, letting her eyes fall closed. It was so delectable. It might not have been prepared by a five star chef but it was perfect nonetheless.

“Oh, God. You should see her face, Thane. She looks like she just orgasmed. I’m hard just watching her.”

The words brought Soph back to the present.

Adrian. She had forgot that he was there! Now that she opened her eyes, she could only look into the face of the man across the table. His cheekbones were flushed and his eyes were heated. He looked like he wanted to devour her, not the food in front of them.

And if that turned her on any more, she’d probably be dead.

“Do it again.” Adrian said, his voice a request, not a command. And Sophie found another bite held up to her lips. She was too hungry to ignore the food, and needed it. So she opened her mouth to be fed again. This time, however, she tried to keep her face blank as she chewed.

Adrian did not need more encouragement!

Fingers on her face pulled her attention to Thane once again. The fingers were strong, callused, and rough, although he held her face gently as he tipped it up to his. His eyes sharp, too penetrating for her to meet. They were eyes that could see into a person’s soul and she wasn’t sure what he would find.

Whatever it was obviously pleased him, for