Page 23 of The Angel's Kiss
Chapter ten
Rai
A Parting Gift
“You want what?” Rainaasked me. She was the forger who made our weapons and more importantly, the healing ring all Guardians got on the days of their Initiation. It was my twenty-fourth birthday and at the stroke of midnight, a star shot through the sky and I knew it was because I’d experienced another milestone.
Three times, there was a falling star. Once, when I was born. The second time was on my twelfth birthday when I was Awakened. The year was 2036, and this third time was when the link to my Champion was activated, so to speak. I felt it too, his aura mixing with mine inside my body. It felt hot, which wasn’t the normal experience I was told. All of the other Guardians felt a calming sense of peace. Me, just chaos. I hated it.
“Did you hear my question, because I’m not sure I heard you right?” Raina asked me and it brought me back to the present.
“I want it on my dick,” I said. I didn’t bother to sugarcoat my words. I wasn’t known for doing so anyway.
“That’s very unorthodox, Rai. It’s tradition for all Guardians to wear the rings on their fingers with the symbols of their signs on them,” Raina said.
I snorted. “And what is it about me that tells you that I follow traditions?”
She looked me up and down, checking out my all-black outfit. I was wearing black jeans, boots, a shirt, and a leather jacket. Since I was an Official Guardian now, I’d be allowed off the campus grounds. I couldn’t wait to break free. I was looking to get laid. I wasn’t a virgin, lost my virginity when I was twenty when Marcel and I snuck off the campus for the second time. The whole experience was pure enlightenment. I knew what I was missing and I wanted more.
“It’s going to hurt,” she warned.
I nodded. I knew that getting my cock pierced wasn’t going to feel good. “It’s what I want.”
“I’ve never made one before. Do you have a picture of what you want it to look like?”
I pulled out a picture I’d drawn of the design I wanted. “The etching of my sign would go on the ball tip,” I said.
“Oh my god,” she gasped, her hand going to her chest. “Have you spoken to Headmaster Morris about this?”
“No, didn’t think I needed his permission. It’s my dick. I don’t want such an important ring on my finger that I could lose it easily in battle. Can you make it or not?” I asked.
She huffed as if I’d insulted her craftsmanship. “The ring would not simply fly off your finger. Magic binds it to you.”
“Ahh, but my finger can get cut off, right?” I pointed out.
She frowned but nodded.
I smiled. “Exactly. This type of ring will keep it safer.”
“Give me an hour,” she said, finally relenting.
I nodded and left my design with her and waited in the lounge. I wasn’t sitting there ten minutes before Darius walked in andlooked at me. I threw my head back and sighed. “She called you?”
He chuckled and nodded before walking over to where I was and took a seat. “A cockring?”
I widened my eyes and looked at him, shocked that he was so vulgar. “Why Headmaster Morris... mind your tongue, sir.”
He smiled and shook his head. “It’s not a bad idea,” he said, then looked at his own ring on his right ring finger.
“Thinking about getting one for yourself?” I asked.
“Oh, heavens no. I’ve lived long enough to not need one.”
“You’re almost as old as paper, you can upgrade your dick. I’m sure Michael will be shocked,” I teased.
Darius threw his head back and laughed hard. “Clearly, you don’t know Archangels.”
My smile kind of faded then, because I didn’t. I’d never have the relationship he had with his. The kind that other Guardians had with theirs.
