Chapter 18 Nova #3
Looking at the conviction on her face, something inside me melted. How could she be one hundred percent sure that I was going to get that kind of love? My heart was too full, so I tilted my head and smirked. “When did you get so smart? Is it because you're an old lady now?”
Her eyes swirled before she pinched me underneath my arm. I cried out, rubbing at the spot she knew I hated. “That’s what you get for calling me old!” Her lips tipped up as she finished my makeup.
“Come on. Look.” She stepped back and pointed to the mirror. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Nova. Now, tell me thank you. Go on. I need to hear it.”
Looking at my reflection, I almost gasped. Without a thought, I stood up, running my hands over the dress that somehow made my athletic shape look womanly.
While the dress was a bit risqué for me, I couldn't deny I looked good.
The color was already eye-catching, a burnt orange that highlighted my tan skin.
The cross-shaped halter had two lines of silk in front of my chest, accentuating my boobs as they spilled out on both sides.
A little peekaboo showed triangles of skin where the top connected to the hip, leaving my taut stomach on display.
The rest was tight around my hips, flowing into a mermaid shape with a slit up the side that left some room for movement.
She had made my eyes into these dark, smokey pools that held a pink jewel in the center, drawing you into them. My lips were nude with a bit of gloss. Kissable. It was something I never would’ve picked for myself, but even I had to admit that I looked strong and beautiful.
“I’m waiting.” She tapped her foot.
I turned and gave her a hug. “Thank you, Niyah. I couldn't have done this without you.”
She grabbed me tightly, reminding me of when we were little… at least until she called out, “Go get 'em, killer. Get all those dicks!” Then she smacked my ass, again.
Just as I was about to tell her to turn the fuck around so I could smack her ass, the doorbell rang. We looked toward the door.
She gave me a look. “Who the fuck rings the doorbell?”
Moving around her, I responded with a sigh. “Normal people, Niyah. Normal people.”
She grunted and rolled her eyes.
We made our way down the stairs, and I padded over to the door on bare feet, calling back a request for Niyah to grab me some shoes as I yanked it open.
“Hell—” I paused as Zeth turned around. Cigarette in hand and his hair slicked back, he looked entirely too good in his suit. I swallowed the rest of my words.
He looked so good, like forget-about-everything-we’d-talked-about, throw-him-on-the-porch, and-lick-up-every-inch-of-him good.
When I yanked myself out of my little fantasy, I noticed his eyes were about to pop out of his head.
His cigarette was on the floor even though his hand was still up, his eyes slowly devouring every inch of me.
“Fuck,” slipped from his lips, then his shoulders stiffened, and his eyes grew tight.
“Fuck.” The second fuck didn’t sound as good as the first one.
“That's right, big boy.” Aniyah slid up next to me.
“Your job's going to be ten times harder tonight.” She leaned down to put a set of strappy golden heels at my feet, then stood up and stared Zeth in the eyes.
After a second of silence, her lips thinned.
She narrowed her eyes on him then lowered her gaze to the heels.
He immediately fell to his knees. “I-I’ll help you into them. Just put your hands on my shoulder.”
I did as he asked, glaring at Aniyah’s smiling face as his hands carefully lifted my foot, sliding it into the shoe and buckling it.
Once he was done, his hand ran up the back of my calf, making my fingers dig into his shoulder blades.
His muscles tightened as he took the second foot and shoe and did the same slow, tantalizing thing.
Once he was finished, he paused, staring up at me from below like I was his day and night, his sole reason for living. I could fall into a gaze like that.
“Now, I told you once, but I’ll tell you again…” Aniyah’s devilish voice came from beside us, bursting the bubble. “Make sure you get some dicks wet in that dress. If it doesn't have some kind of cum stain on it when you take it to the cleaners, you didn't use my gift right.”
Zeth’s head dropped as the hand on the ground balled into a fist, shaking from how hard he was squeezing. Fucking Aniyah!
“Since my work is done, I’ll clean up here then take the jet home.
Let you have your place to yourself for the marathon tonight.
” I almost snapped at her to stop it, but her dark-haired demon suddenly appeared next to her, kissing her arm and shoulder, those red eyes looking at her like a puppy longing for his master.
She glanced down at her phone, moving her neck so he could kiss her there as she lamented. “Lucus is already asking when I’ll get back, and I can see Alic is checking my location every ten minutes. Those are the mate signals to get home before they come to drag my ass back.”
A car zipped around the corner and parked out front by my door. My sister's wolfy mate—and a somewhat reluctant friend of mine—came out and up the stairs.
“Nova.” He nodded at me, his eyes filled with nothing but irritation and respect. If he wasn't my sister's mate, I might say some shit right now, but as soon as his eyes connected with hers, they lit up, turning into these sky blue orbs of happiness.
“Maso.” I nodded as he passed me and went to my sister, who giggled at something Rasmus said in her ear.
Maso grabbed her chin, all intense and purposeful energy, and kissed her like it was the first time.
Rasmus watched with those red eyes, the tips of his lips lifting as his hands trailed all over her.
I knew what the three of them were going to do in my house before they left—I wasn't stupid—so I mumbled, “Clean up and don’t ruin the furniture,” and left it at that.
Motioning to Zeth that we had to go now, he took my elbow.
His featherweight touch, so different from before, had me biting the inside of my lip.
We only made it a few steps down before Aniyah called at my back, “Remember what I said, Nova! Stains! I want to see some stains! Send me pictures or else I’m going to send a glitter bomb to the gym and make all those boys shine bright like diamonds! ”
Closing my eyes, I could picture all of the fighters throwing a fit as glitter stuck to them, making a damn mess of my gym. My hand shot up, waving at her like a white flag as I went down the stairs as fast as I could.
Looking out the side of my eye, Zeth's jaw had tightened. This car ride was going to be very uncomfortable.
Fucking thanks, Aniyah.