Page 52 of Blood Bonds
She gritted her teeth. First it was fuck. Now he wanted another word she never had cause to use. But if it worked, it would so be worth the reward. “I want your cock, Sethios.”
He grinned. “Where?”
“In me.”
He cocked a brow. “Specifically, Caro. Because I count three ways to fuck you with my cock, and if I have it my way, I’ll be exploring each option. Thoroughly.”
Vulgar man. “I want your cock in my…” She swallowed, unable to say the crass term he wanted. “Center.”
He chuckled and shook his head slowly. “Oh, angel. So close.”
“Sethios.” It came out as a growl. “You know what I want. Stop torturing me and pleasure me with your cock, or I swear, I will mist you to the middle of the Atlantic Ocean and drop you for a nice, long swim.” Then she would use her wings to fly above the water while he fought the waves.
“I’d enjoy doing that right about now as well,” said a flat male voice from the doorway, startling them both. “Or, better yet, I’ll drop him in the middle of an active volcano.”
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Fuck. Fate.
“Gabriel,” Caro breathed, her face turning a pretty shade of pink.
Embarrassment. Interesting. It seemed the Seraphim had begun embracing her emotions. Too bad Sethios couldn’t explore it further. Maybe later. After her son left.
“Knocking isn’t a formality where you’re from?” Sethios asked casually as he moved over Caro, pulling a blanket along the way to cover her very naked body.
“No,” came the flat reply from the doorway.
“How are you here?” Caro asked, her expression mellowing into stoicism as she held the comforter against her bare breasts.
“Sethios provided me with this address last week as an alternative location.” Gabriel flipped on the lights and leaned against the doorjamb. “As Osiris and two of his minions were occupying the Paris condo when I arrived, I assumed that meant you both had left.”
“Did he see you?” Sethios wondered. It didn’t really matter since Gabriel couldn’t easily be followed, just like his mother, but it would be good to keep the Seraphim anonymous so he could continue meeting with Ezekiel.
“No. I suspected something wasn’t right before I appeared, likely a result of the bloodline.” Gabriel eyed his mother. “You were distressed.”
“Because Osiris found us,” she replied.
The Seraphim’s gaze narrowed slightly. “Of course.” His tone held a touch of disbelief, but he didn’t press it. “In any case, I misted a block away and wandered into the building in human form. He didn’t notice me.”
Sethios relaxed against the headboard, beside Caro, content with Gabriel’s news. “Do you have an update?”
“Yes and no. The fated line is still withholding details—not that they will admit it—but I sense their hesitation. There is something they do not wish for us to know but have confirmed your progeny will possess unspeakable power. And have also insinuated the need to raise the child among Seraphim, not humans.”
“Your tone suggests you disagree,” Sethios noted. “Why?”
Gabriel blinked at him. “Seraphim do not speak in tones.”
“And now you’re avoiding my question.”
“I refuse to draw conclusions from conjecture,” Gabriel replied simply. “Therefore, it is not about disagreement but about uncertainty. They are speaking in riddles meant to provoke thought, not truth.”
“Prophecies are like that.” Or, at least, all the ones Sethios had heard were, anyway. “Why would they hide details?”
“Because they wish to shape the future.” Gabriel pushed off the door to enter the room. “That is why they sent my mother here under false pretenses rather than provide her with the knowledge of foresight. They desired your mating and must have felt forewarning her would have deterred her.” His light green eyes fell to his mother. “Do you agree?”
“Yes.” No hesitation from Caro. “But that’s the value of predicting the future—the ability to change it. That they did not wish for me to be aware of their vision proves their need to ensure it happened.”
Gabriel stopped beside the bed and tucked his hands into his leather jacket. “Which is why I want the whole prophecy, not pieces of it. They say you need to raise the child among Seraphim, but they won’t say why. While I can imagine several practical purposes, I suspect there is a specific reason for the requirement.”
