Page 40 of Black Onyx
“I’m going to fucking kill him,” Kill growls, his voice low and his horns sparking blue.
“I’ll join you,” Loki adds.
I realise that in my focus on pushing away what I’m feeling, I completely forgot to close down the lines that are connecting me to Killian and Loki, which means they can feel everything I’m feeling and now, on top of all that, I’m fucking mortified too.
There’s no fucking way that I’m looking up from this table now. It’s okay; it’s a lovely table; now even my thoughts are hysterical, awesome.
“I’ve been working on some new ways to use my air magic, and I could use a test subject.” Rival adds to their conversation, his voice Void of any hesitation.
“I could try out that new use for water on him,” Mayhem responds gleefully.
“I’ll eat him.” Reaper's voice rumbles darkly, and at that my eyes snap up to stare at him to clarify that he’s being deadly serious and then quickly dart back down to my new bestie, the table.
What the fuck kind of supernatural is he that he can so casually mention just eating someone and be fucking serious about it!
One of the others snorts at Reaper's contribution, but none of them tries to dissuade him, and the hurt is soothed slightly. It's kind of nice that they all want to protect my feelings. Embarrassing that they can see it’s affected me so much though.
The murderous conversation gets interrupted as the plates of food arrive and are put down in front of us. I immediately pick up my fork and start eating despite the fact that I’m now no longer hungry. I will never waste food. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Storm take his regular seat next to Loki, and one of the women pulls up a chair next to him while the other just plops her ample arse in his lap.
Yey, they’re eating with us, so lovely to have company.
I resolutely focus on eating my food, or at least I try to, but the noises and giggles coming from Storm’s end of the table are distracting, to say the least. I can feel his eyes on me occasionally, almost like he’s waiting to see how I’d react, and I get the sinking feeling that maybe he’s noticed that I’ve started to feel something for him and has decided to show me in no uncertain terms that he’s not interested in me. The louder they get, the more the others try to engage me in conversation, and I start to get annoyed with myself that I’m practically hiding because he’s fucking hurt my feelings, feelings that I shouldn’t have. Yeah, fuck no to that!
So the next time one of the guys tries to engage me, I lift my head with a convincing smile and reply like nothing’s wrong because it shouldn’t be. Maybe I’m just hungry; yeah, I bet that’s where all these emotions have come from; it’s hunger.
If I had any doubt that Storm was trying to get some sort of reaction out of me, it’s immediately blown out of the water when he interrupts my conversation with Loki.
“Are you okay, Princess?” he sneers before tightening his arms around the woman sitting on his lap and giving me a vicious smile. “You look like something is bothering you.”
The others tense, and I swear I hear one of them growl, but I beam back at Storm, “Aww, Stormy, that’s so fucking cute that you care so much that you noticed. I think I was just hungry though. We spent a long afternoon getting all hot and sweaty. I really worked up an appetite.” My overly sweet voice ends with a sharp grin as his face turns from smug to calculating within seconds. I swear I see a flash of disappointment darken his eyes before he hides it again.
Loki lets out a bark of laughter at my words and what I’m clearly implying, and Reaper coughs to cover his own laugh while Rival and Mayhem just watch on, amused.
“You were with her this afternoon?” the woman on his lap asks, a disgusted curl to her lip as she looks me over.
“She’s ugly,” the other one adds in, and I roll my eyes at her unoriginal insult as I continue shovelling food into my mouth. I’m ready to get out of here now.
I watch in fascination as Storm’s eyes darken with shadows, and they start to form around his wrists.
Smirking, I say, “Don’t worry, it wasn’t just him. I got hot and sweaty with all of my team.” I take my time to look over Storm, making my perusal evident before I add, “I’m sure he’s got some stamina left for you two.”
Mayhem chokes on a bit of food as Loki turns his wide eyes to me, and Kill leans back in his chair, smiling smugly.
“I’m more than happy to get all hot and sweaty with you again, Darlin’,” Kill offers and receives a dark look from his brother.
“I certainly wouldn’t turn down a second round,” Loki adds, playing along.
Rival shrugs nonchalantly, “I could work out some more tension.”
Reaper surprises me further as he meets my eyes and winks before saying loudly, “Same, and I can either fight or fuck, so getting hot and sweaty works for me.”
I practically choke on my own spit, and the inferno he’s created in my underwear from the image his words created practically incinerates my underwear. Well, fuck me, yes, please. Wait, actually, no, I’m not going to take that back. There’s no fucking denying I’d love to ride the mysterious supernatural.
Storm’s eyes practically bulge out of his head, as an orange spark lights his horns, “What the fuc . . .”
“So she’s a slut too. It makes sense. I mean no one would do her unless she was easy anyway.” The women giggle together, and the teasing air that was surrounding the rest of us sours.
I sigh heavily and shove the last bite of food on my plate into my mouth, “And that’s when I take my leave. Fuck you both.”
