Chapter Thirty
Harshal
The Halloween party is tonight. I’m currently in Wraith’s bathroom drying down from my shower when Wraith enters and closes the door behind him. He leans his back against the door and stares at me while biting the corner of his lip. He has something in his hand, but I can’t see what it is.
“What?” I ask.
He shakes his head.
“Nothing. Just... admiring... the view.” He replies.
I smile and shake my head before wrapping the towel around my waist.
“How rude.” He frowns.
I laugh.
“Pervert.” I joke.
He walks to me and grabs me by the waist, the tips of our noses brushing against each other’s. I shiver at the slight contact, my nipples tightening.
“You see the difference between a pervert and me is a pervert jerks off to porn and begs for sex because they can’t get any.
Though I will admit I’m not above getting on my knees to beg for you if you so please, I’d do it just please you.
” He says. “You see my Pretty Boy a pervert just wants your body, I don’t. No. You see...”
His fingers play with the towel around my waist, dipping below it, the touch of his skin on mine making my blood turn to a liquid of desire fueling my body to function. My dick slowly comes alive as I look at his lips while he speaks.
“I want to see you naked to admire the gift life has given me.” He undoes the towel, and it pools around my feet. “I imagine all the things I could do to your fucking body that will make mine spiral out of control, not out of lust but out of pure desire.”
Leaning down his lips make contact with my neck and my knees nearly buckle. His tongue dances in my traps before slightly coming up to my neck. My body is jelly, but he holds me up with his hands around my waist, holding me in a possessive way.
“I want to mark you with my mark, make you fucking mine.” He bites my neck hard and I whimper.
“I want to spank you so hard my handprint will be imprinted on your ass cheek, telling others you belong to me. And if anyone but me touches you I promise you, they’ll be fucking sorry.
I want to give you pleasure yet feel the same pleasure you feel so we’re in synch. ”
He licks up my neck before biting my earlobe.
“And what about your pleasure?” I ask, my voice airy.
“My pleasure is your pleasure, seeing that I make you feel good is my fucking pleasure.” He whispers in my ear.
I hum as a lump forms in my throat. His hands find their way to my ass and he spanks me with a single slap. I fall against him in a moan. I inhale and my heart jumps as his cologne invades my sense of smell. He chuckles and it’s deep, rich.
“Put these on underneath your costume.” He says.
Pulling away from him I see him holding up a pair of men’s fishnet stockings and a sheer white jockstrap.
“Why?” I ask, taking the skimpy clothing from him.
He gives me a sexy smirk as he backs away from me.
“I have some plans for you tonight at the party.” He explains.
I narrow my eyes at him.
“What kind of plans?” I ask.
He chuckles, opening the bathroom door and stepping out. He looks over his shoulder and says,
“You’ll see.”
He then closes the door, leaving me alone.
***
I’m an angel for Halloween this year, his angel to be specific and all I have left to put on are my wings and my shoes.
Since he is the one who wants me to be an angel this year I only think it’s fair he helps me put the costume on.
Walking downstairs I see him in the living room.
I sit my shoes down on one of the couches and stand in front of him.
“Help me.” I say.
He looks up at me and smiles. He takes the wings from me and stands. Placing his hands on my waist he turns me around and I get a look at the TV.
“Why are you watching a True Crime show?” I ask.
My wings tie into the holes on the back of my angelic shirt and I feel him loop the strings on the wings through said holes.
“Dunno, it was the only thing on.” He replies.
“Mm.” I hum in response.
I gasp when he tightens the string in my shirt and uses it to pull me to him. He hugs me from behind and kisses the shell of my ear.
“The things I want to do to you in this costume.” He whispers.
I raise my eyebrows as I watch the TV.
“What would you do to me?” I ask.
“Let’s just say some very bad, very unholy things.” Wraith responds, his voice deep, raspy.
Fuck. I squirm against him as naughty thoughts go through my head.
“Mm, don’t do that.” He groans.
He pulls away from me and the cool air attacks my back, my body craving him against me again. He sits back down and I reach for my high tops. I put them on but don’t tie them. Walking back in front of him I place my foot on his muscular chest. He grunts at the unexpected movement.
“Tie them for me.” I smile.
He smiles and caresses my lower calf. He leans forward and kisses the inside of my leg before saying,
“As you wish, My Angel.”
He then ties my shoe. I put my foot down and place my other on his chest. This time he nibbles on my leg through the fishnets before kissing it. He then ties my shoe before grabbing my leg and pulling me down on him. I straddle him and my hands find the sides of his face.
“You know you can’t get something for nothing.” He says before crashing his lips to mine.
I’m taken aback at first but eventually I melt and kiss him back. I begin to dry hump him a little but his hands fly to my waist and his firm grip on them stops me.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish Grey Eyes.” He says.
I smile as I press my forehead to his.
“What makes you think I can’t handle it?” I ask.
He opens his mouth to speak but Frani enters the living room a little frantically. Wraith looks at her and his spine goes ramrod straight.
“What?” he asks.
“Chief Caleb called us down to the station.” She responds. “He wants to talk to us.”
I look at Wraith. “Go.”
He looks at me as I slide out of his lap.
“It’s probably about your dad.” I state.
He leans over and kisses the corner of my lips and gets up, sticking his hand out for me to take. I look up at him.
“What?” I ask.
“Come with me.” he says. “Please.”
I’m hesitant at first but eventually I take it and we exit the house.
***
I definitely don’t advise getting on a bike with angel wings on.
At first the ride was fine but as the ride went on I can most definitely say that I nearly flew off the back of the bike multiple times.
Nearly flying my way to the heavens... literally, but I managed.
I’m standing behind Wraith as we enter the police station.
The officer at the front desk holds up her finger as she sips her coffee.
“Caleb!” she shouts.
I snort and Wraith looks back at me.
“What?” he asks.
“How scary or often do you have to be to have them know what to do when you walk in the door?” I joke.
“You think I’m scary?” he asks.
I think about it for a moment.
“Well, you did stalk me so...” I shrug.
“I was admiring what was mine.” He defends himself. “You just didn’t know it yet.”
His. I was his and didn’t even know it. What even is that statement? Should it make my heart jump in my chest? Should I find the fact that he said that attractive? I’m not sure and I don’t give a fuck.
“And if I wanted out of this relationship?” I ask.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” He responds. “You’re stuck with me and if you try to run from me I’ll burn this fucking world to ashes to find you.”
My jaw falls open as I let what he just said register in my brain.
“And if you let another guy touch what’s fucking mine he won’t live to see the next day, I promise.” He adds
Should I be getting a hard-on right now? I want to kiss him and let him do anything he wants to my body but I refrain... until further notice at least.
“Frani, Wraith.” Chief Caleb says as he enters the lobby, interrupting my thoughts.
“Chief.” Frani says.
He looks at me and smiles before waving. Wraith grunts and pulls me into his side, his arm sort of tight around my body.
“Follow me please.” He says.
“I think this is a private matter.” I state, trying to pull away from Wraith. “I think I’ll just—”
Wraith bends down and throws me over his shoulder and smacks my ass before following Chief Caleb to his office.
Once we enter his office Wraith sits me on my feet before sitting in chair.
He then reaches for my hand and pulls me down into his lap.
Frani sits next to us, playing with the rings on her fingers.
“Uh.” Chief Caleb clears his throat. “As you know we believed your father to have been the one to murder... Julian but sometime this week we were sent a video.”
“Okay.” Frani says. “And?”
“Would you like to see the video?”
“What does the video have to do with my father being locked up for something he didn’t do?” Frani asks, sassiness seeping into her tone slowly.
Chief Caleb looks at her for a moment before looking at Wraith and quickly breaking eye contact.
“This... video could make your father innocent.” Chief Caleb says. “But I was wondering if you know who this guy is.”
Chief Caleb types on his computer before turning the screen for us to see it. On the screen is a Mexican man with short hair, a trimmed beard, and his eyes look like death. Like there’s nothing behind them.
“His name is Victor Esquivel, and he is—or was—a secret assassin on the black market.”
Frani leans closer to the computer and squints her eyes.
“I’ve never seen that man in my life.” She says.
Chief Caleb looks at Wraith.
“What about you?” He asks.
Wraith shrugs.
“Never seen the fucker, why?”
“Well...” Chief Caleb clicks on his mouse and a video plays.
The video showcases Victor and Julain tussling and before Victor kills Julain.
“I told your dumbass my father didn’t fucking kill that man.” Frani says, sitting back in her chair nonchalantly.
She begins to twirl her neon-colored hair as if she’s bored.
“We also received a letter anonymously.” Chief Caleb adds.
“Let me see the letter.” Wraith says.