Chapter 2 #3
“No, Arabella.” Blackwell offered an uncharacteristic smirk. “I didn’t mark you like that.”
“Like what?” I flushed.
“My cum,” Saint said lazily. “He’s talking about how you smell like my cum. You know, because we fucked.”
Oh, Saint. Why? Why did he open his mouth sometimes?
First of all, I’d showered, so could Blackwell actually smell Saint on me?
If so, why had I even bothered showering in the first place?
My hair was still half wet, having fallen from the bun in the jostle between Razar and Saint, so it was that weird texture from being exposed to cold temperatures. I hated it.
Secondly, I could literally feel Razar’s every reaction as he continued to stare down at me, his eyes completely black.
No whites. I could feel how hard he was against me also, but that contrasted literally everything else he was expressing, so I was beyond confused.
Everyone else seemed at a loss for words, and I found myself feeling very concerned about how this would change things.
“She also smells like death but is very clearly alive,” Amun added, my gaze darting to him, “so that’s a positive.”
I snorted at the way he drew that out, his eyes filled with a little bit of concern, a lot of heat, and then affection. I swear, despite our bit of a rough start, the man was really just pulling out all the stops to make me like him. It was almost impossible not to.
Amun was a bit rougher looking than my other men, his dark umber skin covered in runes and scars that caused ridges to cover his skin.
His fluorescent-green eyes seemed to be both filled with a lightness that hadn’t been there when I first met him, but also something far darker and more toe-curling.
He was wearing a uniform, so unfortunately his muscles were covered, but it still allowed me to appreciate how wild and messy his dark shoulder-length hair was and how his gold earrings glinted off the light above us.
The man had a wild energy about him, and the scent of death seemed to surround him even more than Saint, but it wasn’t unappealing at all. In fact, I was a huge fan.
It was odd, because Amun was obviously very protective, but he seemed less concerned about this than the scar on my eye. It was just one of those things that nightmares weighed differently than I would have assumed.
“Listen,” I began, “I totally understand that we need to talk about a ton, but I really, really do not want the humans to take away our home, so I am begging all of you to just let it go for now. I am going to get help, and I would love for you to come with, but if you won’t, then…
Well, I don’t know what I’ll do, but I will obviously be alone. ”
“You aren’t going in there alone. I’ll go with you.”
Cy’s voice instantly had everything inside of me turning to putty as I found him walking from the elevator at a relaxed pace, his eyes eating up every inch of me. Considering I wanted Cy to eat up every inch of me, I was more than perfectly okay with that.
Currently, his pale, almost silver gaze, which was streaked with mint-green and black, ran over me with a possessiveness that had me wanting to run into his arms. His silver piercings were still in despite having come from the possible conflict outside, the ones covering his ears not nearly as distracting as the snake bite piercings under his lips.
I swear, the man brought the hottest thoughts into my head, including the ones where I could feel those piercings against my center as he used that tongue to eat me out. Damn him. I swear, the basilisk essentially had a one-way highway to my libido, and I had no idea how he managed it.
He was in front of me suddenly, ignoring Razar, while tilting my chin back as he ran his fingers over my mark from him, my eyes going over his white hair that was tipped in mint.
I felt my eyes move to where his fangs were hidden.
I loved them so much, not only because they were venomous, but because they made him that much more unique, down to the small lisp it caused.
“She’s not going,” Razar declared, but I could hear the resignation there.
I looked back at the man and offered him an imploring look. “Trust me.”
Inhaling sharply, he growled and turned away, pacing a few feet before muttering, “Fine.” I would probably be in trouble later for this, but that’s okay. I could deal with anything from Razar, except for him ignoring me.
“Alright! Are we good?”
“I’m coming with you.”
My head snapped over to where Eve appeared suddenly by my side, looking furious. Oh yeah, she knows Order! I had completely forgotten about that.
“Are you okay?” I could hear the boys talking behind me as we turned back towards the door, but I was far more focused on Saint’s sister, who looked a bit uncertain, pissed, and flushed.
“You know what’s worse than an ex-boyfriend?” she asked as I opened the keypad and Zain settled up next to me to type the code in, wrapping his arm around my waist.
“What?”
“An immortal ex-boyfriend.”