Chapter 16
SIXTEEN
CHANEL
The rising sun peeking around the skyscrapers made the sweat on our skin glisten like ice.
We’d been at each other all night and yet I still hadn’t gotten my fill, even though my body was spent.
I lay draped across his bare chest, my leg hooked over his.
I traced my fingertips over the sharp edges of his muscles.
He moaned and it made his chest vibrate through my ear. “If you don’t stop that—”
“What are you gonna do about it?” I nibbled on his chest, just light little grazes of my teeth against his skin.
His body hardened beneath my leg.
I giggled. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
“You’re insatiable, woman,” he groaned. His voice was raw sounding.
“Oh.” I pushed up on my palms, holding myself just high enough above his chest that my nipples just barely grazed his skin. I pursed my lips and looked down into his golden eyes. “Are you saying you’re . . . sated? Shall I leave then?”
He grabbed me by the back of the head and dragged my mouth to his.
Our tongues danced together, our breaths tangled, but that wasn’t what I wanted.
I wanted to finish what I started the night before, the part I hadn’t been able to do myself because my body had been too hyped up, too sensitive.
However, as I straddled his hips and gently lowered myself onto him, I knew that wasn’t going to be an issue this morning.
He’d spent the evening getting my body adapted to the pleasure his provided, and now it was my turn to return the favor.
I braced both palms on his chest and took him inch by inch until we were flesh-to-flesh.
His pulse pounded through his cock, beating inside of my body in the most delicious way.
The heat of his skin was delicious. I’d never known burning from the inside-out could be so intoxicating.
I swirled my hips and his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
He cursed and let out a little hiss. His fingers dug into my hips, gripping me tight to his body.
They were sure to leave a few bruises. I rocked my hips forward and he moaned.
Two long, white fangs slid down from his teeth, stabbing into his bottom lip.
I leaned forward and sucked one fang into my mouth, and the new angle hit right in the cluster of nerves at the top.
His grip on my waist tightened like he was about to flip me onto my back again and plow me, and as much as I enjoyed that all night, I wanted to be the one to unravel him.
So I grabbed his wrists and shoved them up above his head.
With a flick of my wrists, my pink magic slithered out to wrap around his wrists, pinning him to the headboard.
He gasped and his body got even harder inside me.
I moaned.
He groaned and rolled his hips.
I growled, leaned forward so most of my weight was on my hands on his chest, then rode him as hard as I could.
The headboard slammed against the wall over, and over, and over, and over.
My nails pierced his skin, causing little rivers of blood to trickle down his body.
The sounds of our bodies slapping against each other was an erotic soundtrack I wanted to record to savor later.
I rolled my hips faster and faster, moving at speeds humans couldn’t reach.
My body shook, his trembled. Goosebumps covered his skin.
His golden eyes rolled back. He bit his bottom lip and let out a moan.
I squeezed him tight and rocked my hips harder, deeper.
He threw his head back and moaned, “Chanel,” as his climax claimed him.
That did it. My name leaving his lips in ecstasy unraveled me.
A tsunami wave of pleasure slammed into me so hard that dark spots filled my vision.
I squeezed my eyes shut and just tried to enjoy every tremble, every tremor, and every specific sensation.
Just as I was coming off that wave, Madonna’s Papa Don’t Preach blared from my cellphone . . . wherever it was.
“SHIT!” I shouted and dove off Kaso’s lap, but the song was echoing off the glass and marble walls so I couldn’t pinpoint where my phone was. “No, no, no. Dammit!”
“As much as I’m enjoying the show . . . what is happening right now?” Kaso’s voice was a rough rumble.
“I need my phone!”
“That much is rather obvious, gorgeous,” he said with a chuckle. “But this is next level panic I haven’t seen from you before—”
“WHERE ARE YOU?” I screamed to my phone, which was still singing Madonna at the top of its lungs. “Shut up, Madonna!”
“Honestly, I never took you as a ringer on loud kind of gal,” Kaso mumbled.
The song stopped playing.
“NO, NO, NO, DON’T STOP! PREACH FOR ME, MADONNA!” I dove to where I finally spotted my Mrs. Claus skirt on the floor. “LET ME FIND YOU!”
“Okay, I’m getting concerned—”
“Then help me find it!” I snapped as I lifted up my skirt only to find it was my little crop top jacket. And it was ripped in half. “Seriously? I said I had it last night. Where’s all your help now?”
“That depends on who that ringtone is applied to.” Kaso scowled. “Is it your boyfriend?”
“I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“I probably should’ve asked that before now,” he mumbled to himself. “For the record, don’t have a girlfriend either, so the position is open if you’d like it—”
“Like it? I’m going to chop your junk off if you don’t help me find this phone!”
“Wait, papa . . . Is it your dad calling?”
“No, it’s not my dad.”
“Wait, who is your dad?”
“Mendrion,” I shouted and threw the second half of my jacket at his face.
“The angel? One of the Watchers?” He cursed. “I don’t know why I assumed your mother was the angel.”
“Yeah, well, I have a half-brother thanks to him too. You want a family introduction?”
“Actually—”
“KASO!”
He chuckled and sat up straight. “So who is calling right now that you’re so panicked—”
“ZURIEL!”
All the color left his face. He cursed and dove out of the bed, moving with his incredible vampire speed. One second he was on the bed, the next he was across the room picking up my phone from where it had somehow fallen under a dresser. He looked down at the screen and his eyes widened.
“GIMME!” I shouted and threw my hand out.
He tossed it over. “I’m not here.”
I rolled my eyes as I answered the call. “Zuriel, hi—”
“That’s a record number of rings, Chanel,” he growled through the phone so loud even Kaso flinched.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t find my phone—”
“I don’t care,” he snapped. “Can you explain to me how Christopher, your number one priority right now, managed to run amok in New York City last night entirely unchecked by my Virtues? I very much care about that. As does the human he nearly killed . . . and their family.”
My jaw dropped.
I tried to speak but nothing came out.
“I cleaned it up. The Emerald. NOW.”
The line went dead.
“Christopher was here last night?”
My heart was pounding. “Did you know that? Is that why you kept me here all night?”
He scowled and held both hands up. “You came here, remember? I was in bed. Naked. Reading like a good boy. I am just as shocked to hear he was in town as you are.”
I sighed and pressed my fingers into my temples. “You’re right. I apologize. Shit. Shit, shit, shit.”
“Right, so you should probably get over there.”
“I’d love to but someone ripped my clothes in half.” I held up what was left of my skirt and crop top.
He grinned and nodded. “I was living in the moment.” I tossed the fabric right at his face. He chuckled. “Just magically give yourself clothes.”
“My magic doesn’t work like that,” I grumbled. “Whatever. No point in trying to pretend I’m not covered in your scent. Zuriel will know where I’ve been and what I’ve been doing.”
“Are you . . . are you flying back there naked?”
I rolled my eyes, then bent over and scooped a black long-sleeved T-shirt off the back of a chair, then yanked it on over my head. The hem fell to mid-thigh. “I’m flying back in this.”
“Can you fly right back in that too?” He let out a little half-moan, half-growl sound as his gaze took in the sight of me in his shirt.
“Yeah, as soon as Zuriel is done chewing me out, I’ll fly back over for another round.” I rolled my eyes and reached for my thigh-high silver sequin boots. “Seems like a great plan.”
“That shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does—”
“Kaso,” I hissed, but it turned into a laugh.
“Don’t tease me, Chanel. I’m fragile.”
I leapt over to where he stood and pressed my lips to his. When his tongue slipped between our mouths and rolled with mine, I let him drink me in for a moment. Every nerve ending in my body was screaming for me to push him back into bed and not leave until my legs didn’t work anymore.
But Zuriel was not the one to disobey.
I’d learned that lesson the hard way a few millennia ago.
So I gripped Kaso’s face and let myself savor the taste of him for another moment longer, then shoved him away.
I spun on my toes and bolted out his bedroom door before he could tempt me to stay.
In the distant part of my brain, I registered I was about to rush to a furious Zuriel wearing the shirt of the criminal I’d spent the evening with, but it was too late to care about that.
I raced down the hall and into the living room just in time to come face-to-face with my cousin. My eyes widened as my feet slowed. “Regan?”
“I knew it.” She scoffed, rolled her blue eyes, then rushed for the glass door and onto the terrace. “So predictable—”
“Better than a hypocrite—”
“It was an accident, Chanel,” she hissed and shoved the glass door open. A gust of ice-cold wind sent her sandy-blonde hair flying all around her. “An accident that’s your fault to begin with.”
“Oh, right, I forgot I made you trip right onto his dick.” I leapt off the terrace, letting my wings lift me high into the air. The wind tried to push Kaso’s shirt up over my head, so I had to hold it down as we flew. “Unbelievable.”
Regan caught up to me in the blink of an eye. “Don’t be an asshole. You know damn well what I meant—”