74. Angélique
74
Angélique
E lhyor is right. Now that I’m in his arms, kissing him with a hunger bordering on desperation, I know he is right, and that I was lying—at least to myself—when I said I didn’t know what I would do if I thought I only had one day left on earth.
I would fight to get more time for sure, but I would also do whatever I could to make that last day be the most memorable I could.
I slip my tongue between Elhyor’s lips to tangle with his, tasting his desperation the same way he can taste mine. This kiss isn’t soft anymore. It’s a battle to make me feel alive, and Elhyor seems to understand that as he grabs my hips and gives me the impulse to jump, wrapping my legs around his hips.
I want more.
I want him.
And we might be covered in the blood of our enemies, my father’s among those, I don’t care, all I want is this man who luckily wants me, too, if I can judge by the fact I can feel his hardened cock between us.
He walks to his desk and sits me on it, his hands starting to roam over my clothes without ever trying to remove them.
It won’t do.
I slip my hands between us and unbutton the uniform shirt I’m still wearing. I stop kissing him for only a second to remove the shirt and move to kiss him again, but Elhyor stops me.
His breathing is ragged, and his pupils dilated from the need I can see in them, and yet his hands on my hips hold me in a punishing way so I don’t get closer.
“Wife, if we start this, I won’t be able to stop myself and Cassiopé and Léandre are about to get an eye full. Not that I care about them seeing us, but all I’ll be caring for will be to be inside of you. Repeatedly. And I don’t think you want to miss any time you can get with your best friend.”
His words are like a cold shower, despite the way he said the word ‘wife’ being an aphrodisiac all on its own.
Yes, I want him, and there is no doubt he wants me, too, but once again, he is right.
I toy with his hair before taking a step back.
“Do you have spare clothes?” I ask instead, because yes, I’m covered in blood and if I’m not about to jump into the shower with my husband—shit, I’m married now—or just jump him, I might as well get something more comfortable and less dirty.
Elhyor moves to the same place as last time and retrieves two hoodies, one dark and one black. He doesn’t throw me the sweater though, instead he comes back to the desk with them and slowly he peels my clothes off. First, my uniform pants and then my bullet proof shirt, and pants. When he drops the pants on the ground, there is a distinctive clank that makes me glad I wore them today. When I’m only in my underwear, I see him hesitate just a second before he reaches behind me and removes my sports bra. There is still hunger in his eyes, but he is still in control, and even if his gaze is heated, he still covers me.
I guess the panties are staying then.
Just as he finally covers the expanse of his tattoos, there is a tentative knock on the door.
Elhyor double checks that I’m covered and then says in a booming voice, “Enter.”
Cassiopé and Léandre enter, and I’m relieved that my best friend isn’t half naked again.
I’m also surprised. Knowing Léandre, I was expecting a sheepish smile or to see him being at least sorry for getting caught having fun while we were away, but there is nothing like that. His face isn’t blank or even cocky. He walked in there as if everything was normal, and I want to scream again that nothing is normal anymore.
I need to breathe.
Elhyor seems to realize my brain went back to a dark place, so he comes next to me and sits on the tip of the desk. It’s more like his ass leans on the desk than anything else, but then he moves his hand to the top of my thigh and squeezes slightly.
It doesn’t seem like a lot, but it’s enough to help me deflate a bit.
“I guess it all went to shit,” Léandre says. “Well, not completely,” he adds as he turns his holo so he can look at the time, “it’s eight minutes past twelve, and I’m still me.”
Oh.
Well, we might have lost—hopefully only temporarily—Brice and his team, but it seems that they really managed to destroy the servers and to save Léandre.
There is finally a smile drawing on my lips and a weight I definitely knew was on my shoulders lifts just like that.
I don’t care that I’m half naked. I just jump from the desk and run the three steps separating me from Léandre before hugging him tightly to me.
I feel like crying from happiness, but as much as this pleases me, we still have things to do, things to plan and my father to take down, so I release Léandre and take a step back.
“I’m glad you’re still yourself,” I tell him, “but yes, we need to plan an extraction. First we need to find where Micha?l has the team held. Luc is working on it.”
“I can’t see where your dad…” Léandre starts to say, but my eyes must betray me because I don’t think I can keep calling Micha?l my father and even less my dad after what happened today. He doesn’t deserve any term that could be taken as an endearment. “Micha?l. I can’t see where he would be holding them. Les écuries would be the most logical, but everyone inside of Versailles knows the official dungeons are down there. So, even if they are well guarded, I doubt he would pick somewhere so evident to hold them. I know that’s not where he put my dad. I bribed a guard to know that.”
”Where does that leave us?” Elhyor asks.
“Knowing him? He built a dungeon somewhere without telling any of the other archangels because he plans on having them there before he’s forced to step down,” I answer.
“You really think he wants to take over the whole organization?” Elhyor asks.
“With what happened today, the fact he’s still holding Gabriel, the fact he wants you dead… Do you really believe it’s not a possibility?” I answer back with my own question.
Elyor does take a long time to answer, but he’s cut by Cassiopé.
“Are you even sure that my dad is alive?” She asks. “None of you seemed to be certain when you came back. Do you have any proof that he is not dead? Because the way I see it, and I hope to hell that I’m wrong, he might very well be dead, and we’re going to go on a wild goose hunt all for nothing. I love my dad, I really love him and I’ll search the earth for any trace of him. I will. Even if it’s just to recover his body. But he’s my dad and nothing forces you to do that, too.”
She didn’t stop to breathe once again, but this time she isn’t even a bit breathless, and her face is nothing but determined.
She might not be a warrior, and she might not be part of any of Elhyor’s teams, but she looks so fierce at this moment. But things keep getting weirder and weirder because Léandre grabs her hand like no one is watching them.
“I won’t let you search alone. We’re in this together,” he says before kissing her knuckles.
Did I miss something? Léandre doesn’t sound like today was just a hookup, yet they met yesterday. I think I’m gonna need some more explanation from him because even if I like the look of them together, I’m not sure I really understand what is happening.
“Cassiopé, you know how I feel about Brice; do you really believe I would let you on your own in this mission?” Elhyor asks when Cassiopé finally looks at him again.
She seems relieved, as if some part of her really believed that he would let her down in this kind of situation.
Elhyor sees this too and his shoulders droop a bit. It’s almost imperceptible but I see it all the same and my heart hurts for him because if there’s one sure I know from the little time I spent with him so far it’s that Elhyor would never give up on someone he considers family, and I’m not sure he calls that most of his men, but I’m pretty sure he does about Brice.
“What can I do to help, then?” Cassiopé asks full of resolve.