Page 48 of Wrath of One
I shake my head once more. My sweet pixie, Glitter, shakes her head in disgust from where she sits in a little cage on a bookshelf across from me. She looks just as disappointed in the angel as I am.
Good girl.
“I think you meanHeadmistress Castillo,” a smooth voice like sex itself says, just before Saint strides past the angel and settles himself on the corner of my desk.
“Save your bedroom pet names for when I’m not around, please.” Azazel folds his arms like a child and storms out of the office, pausing to say a soft-spoken hello to Mrs. Warren and high five the pixie through the bars of its golden cage on his way out.
Her cheeks bloom red immediately.
“So…” Saint drags that little word out, his long, tattooed fingers sliding up my thigh to the small slit of my skirt.
I bat his wandering fingers away, and it only makes him smile more.
“I like this side of you,” he says seriously.
Too seriously. Especially for Saint. But I suppose we’ve all grown up some.
“I’d like it even more if you’d let me use this desk properly.” His brows wag up and down suggestively. Glitter chirps a threatening little sound of disgust, but she goes ignored. I can practically see the thought of me bent over beneath him in the shine of his mischievous eyes.
Perhaps he hasn’t grownallthe way up.
“Tell your mother,the nun, that I said hi.” I level him with a reproachful stare, but the reminder of his religious mother clearly doesn’t absolve his filthy thoughts.
“Tell her yourself. She’s coming for dinner tonight. Syko’s cooking Angeled ham, Angeled eggs, and whatever else sinless creatures cook.” He shrugs as he stands.
“You are such a liar,” I whisper, but I can’t help the smile from tipping my lips.
He smirks back at me, confirming my thoughts.
Angeled ham.Sometimes I think too much of his vampire blood remnants are on standby for his cock and he isn’t saving any for his brain.
Syko strides in just in time to miss all the ridiculous things Saint just said about him. I’m sure the vampire has more ridiculousness in store and is waiting patiently to use it. The nephilim stands so much straighter now. His broad shoulders aren’t weighed down by the missing heaviness of his wings, which have been clipped down to two smooth stubs on his back. I can spot them sometimes when he turns just right with his tee-shirt clinging to his skin.
But mostly, he just looks untouched. Unaffected by what happened to us all those years ago.
He’s as confident as ever. I think I’ve even finally learned to forgive myself for it.
“Hey,” he whispers as he bends down and leans into me. He leans so far, my leather chair squeaks at the press of his hand against the headrest. It doesn’t stop him though.
Those dark eyes of his shift across my face before his tongue slides across his lips. “I’ll see you at lunchtime?” The way he’s looking at me, the press of his chest against mine, it makes me wonder if “lunch” is an insinuation for something else. I put it right up there next to “the nap.”
“Yeah,” I say a little too breathlessly.
His smirk lifts higher just before he kisses me slowly, his tongue flicking sinuously against mine.
“Mrs. Warren is watching us,” I tell him between kisses.
“I know,” is all he says before his big hand drops to my waist and he kisses me harder.
“Syko,” I warn as he bites my lower lip. I hear the door click closed, and I just know Saint is prowling over here.
I’d be surprised if he wasn’t naked already.
The door flings open with a hard bang, and it’s only then that Syko pulls back from me, his warm breath fanning my skin before he looks up to find two Prods staring down at us.
“Detention. Both of you,” Phoenix says with an authoritative wave of his hand.
Glitter raises her tiny fist at him as her bookshelf shakes violently from the impact of the door, but only I glance her way.
