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“Don’t follow the light!” Ramiel teases Ren.
“Unless there’s Elvis at the end,” Ash adds.
“Ash!” I scold him.
“He’s the fucking King!” he retorts.
“Find a stick and bounce your scrawny ass on it,” Ren spits out at his brother. They are still fighting when Ramiel’s phone starts vibrating.
“Fuck!” he curses and then types very fast. “I gotta go,” he tells me, standing up. I don’t let go of his hand, finding the idea of him leaving…wrong.
“Where?” Is it the Vulture?
His eyebrow kicks up at my gruff voice while a smile hitches his lips up. “Family matter. Can’t get out of it. I’ll let you know if there’s any update on the case.”
I grunt. Do I want him to go? No. Can I keep him here? I can easily do that with a pair of cuffs and my tongue. But he seems determined to leave.
“This possessive trait of yours turns me the hell on, Grizzly,” he whispers low in my ear. He pulls back, his eyes sparkling and his grin doubled. Then he hesitates before he adds, “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
He takes off the apron and walks away, coming back a minute later fully dressed. After straddling my lap, he tells the triplets, “Close your eyes if you don’t want to see your papa bear get fondled.”
The disgusted noises disappear as soon as Ramiel’s ass connects with my dick and his lips touch mine. The kiss is fast, wet, and filled with passion, with my fingers digging into his soft butt cheeks.
“Remember whose pussy this is,” I whisper-growl on his mouth as I grind my dick against him, receiving a wink in reply. “Thanks for the meal. It was amazing,” I feel the need to tell him. His triple-dimple grin hits me hard and it physically hurts to lower my arms.
“Don’t go out until I come back,” Ramiel says before leaving my lap and my house. Was that worry in his eyes?
“Damn, I need a full-body bleach shower.” Ash shivers dramatically.
“You’re fucking a legend.” Ren claps his hands. “You tamed the Master!”
“He’s a master cook too.” Dare confirms his raspy words by eating another mouthful of pasta.
They completely changed their tune, sound all approving of Ramiel now.
Ash nods. “And he’s your client?”
“Work partner,” I correct him.
Ren frowns. “Since when do you have a partner?”
“And fuck him?” Ash continues.
“Get used to him,” I reply. “Now who’s turn to wash the dishes?”
A chorus of teen groans and two animals’ snores rises from the table.
nine
RAMIEL
“Serena, I’m home,” I utter as I enter. Home smell. I finally understand what it means. Mine is a mix of house cleaners, coffee, dirt, and leather. I like it.
The lights turn on, and while taking my constricting gloves off, I go straight to the sink to splash water on my face. I feel the cold sink under my palms, the wet drops trailing down my face and neck, the fresh taste of water in my mouth, the ache in my muscles.
I had to help Uri take care of his donor’s body yesterday since Raph gave his unavailability at the last minute—surely too busy following his husband—and then I helped Gabe find the dirt he needed on his next donor. After that, I went to Rague’s place and installed Serena’s security system while keeping Sully, Rague’s brother-in-law, company. He seems to be doing better since he was kidnapped. But those shadows veiling his eyes have become permanent. I need to find the person who put them there.
The elusive Phoenix.
