Chapter Six
Chapter Six
Skia
F inding the three fallen was easy this time. Now that I know their auras signatures, that is. Staying hidden is harder since they can somehow see me. I knew better than to get close, so I have been watching from the roof next door. They really should close their curtains. The big one, Lord Prōto, called Andras, just got out of the shower. He is breathtakingly beautiful.
Demons are sexual creatures, but me, not so much. Maybe it’s because of my human experience, but no male or female for that matter has ever elicited the response from me this fallen has. I always assumed the other demons feared me for being unique. They all stay away from me. As I watch him walk around the flat, all I can think of is licking the water droplets off his well-defined chest and abdomen.
The mute one leaves the flat, and that breaks me out of my fantasy. Watching from the rooftops, I follow him until he heads into the park. Lord Prōto needs information, so I follow, staying in the trees’ shadows. He comes to a bridge over a small creek and looks around, then pulls something out of his pocket. As I watch him rub his finger over the object, I notice a tear roll down his cheek.
That tear causes an odd ache in my chest and before I realize it, I’m approaching him. He doesn’t notice me until I am right beside him. He turns with a startled look, shoving the item I know now is a locket into his pocket. I Sign, “I’m sorry. I…”
He cuts me off signing, “I can hear. What are you doing spying on us? I’m no fool. I have felt you watching for hours.”
Crap, how did he know? I’ve been far enough away. Must be an angel thing. I will have to ask Lord Prōto later. “Yes, I have, but it was my orders.” Why do I need to tell him everything? Like it would be wrong to not.
“Orders? Why?”
How much do I tell him? Biting my lip, I explain. “Lord Prōto. He is our high lord and creator. He is… interested in you three and who you are.” Well crap, I only meant to tell him the first part. I drop my head. What is wrong with me?
His finger lifts my chin and when I’m face to face with him, I notice he is studying me. Time seems to stop as we study one another. He is right at six feet, which is easy to tell
next to my five and a half feet. His ash blond hair is well trimmed, but no part. His face is baby smooth, with no sign of facial hair. However, it’s his eyes I get lost in. They are the shade of blue, like the Mediterranean ocean near shore. They seem to suck me in like an ocean current would as well.
Suddenly, his lips are pressed against mine, and I am gone. They are soft at first and become more forceful and demanding. His hands wrap around me and pull me by my ass against him. I moan into his mouth as I feel his manhood throb between us.
Panting, he breaks the kiss and one hand releases me. “What are you called?” He signs. I pull at his shirt, needing to feel his skin.
“Skia and you are…?”
A voice calls out, making me jump, “Evangelos, where are you, cousin?” That sobers me up fast.
However, he still holds me close with one strong hand. I’m beginning to doubt Evangelos is his name until he whistles, and I jump. Right into my chamber’s bathroom. I have never been so grateful to have been within the shadows while we… made out. Was him kissing me a trick? A trap? No, it couldn’t be. I felt his erection. That can’t be faked.
Looking in the mirror, I study my face. My cheeks are flush and my lips swollen. Once my breathing is back to normal, I decide to strip and shower. Then I need to sleep for a bit before I tell Lord Prōto what I learned. Visiting him like this would not be a good idea.