Chapter 26 Scarlett
Scarlett
The sleepover had been the most fun I had had outside of Azrael in a very long time. Probably my entire life.
The three women were far different outside of work. Rae reminded me of everything good in this world. Sunshine and flowers and golden rays of hope and fire.
Emily? After she told me all about Christmas, which was a holiday I thought only contained hours of worship and me gifting the Leaders, I knew for a fact that she was the embodiment of it.
Of what had she called it? Christmas cheer.
That’s what she was. The embodiment of Christmas cheer but a kind of dark, fallen angel version of it.
I really liked her style. Everything about her was absolute perfection.
And Olivia?
She was everything that Spring was. Blooming flowers and sharp thorns. Beautiful, clear mornings, and rainstorms in the afternoon, filled with lightning.
They all had their strengths. They all had their place in this world.
Just as Azrael’s nicknames stated. A fiery daffodil, a little mouse, and a wild rose.
I wondered if they knew that it wasn’t because he didn’t want to call them by their names, it was because they were so much more than their names.
A blazing, oncoming storm.
Kind and thoughtful.
Sharp yet soft and warm.
They were compliments, but much more than that, I think there was something far deeper that came with those names, I just hadn’t figured it out yet. They were important though, and I wish they knew how important they were.
I wondered if Azrael would ever tell them.
I pranced into the doorway of the office, all four boys, for the first time in a long time, sitting at their desks.
I beamed, my hands folded behind me, my dress swirling around me, catching up to my movements.
My body was still sore, but since the movie, I had pushed myself harder than before to move on from getting shot.
Was it smart from a medical standpoint? No.
In fact, the doctor was so anxious about what I was doing, I think he was losing his hair.
But today, I was much better. The doctor blamed the medication, but even if it was the medication, I was doing amazingly today.
I could walk without holding onto the walls, I could put a little pep in my step again, but I was still limping.
It would probably take a while for the limp to subside, but even so, it was great progress.
“…a month until it opens,” Azrael was saying.
I glanced at each brother, giving them all a wave before my eyes returned to Azrael as I walked seductively towards his desk.
My eyes flicked to the bruise on his neck, a hickey, Emily had called it, which was still a dark purple, the teeth marks fading around it.
I was proud of the mark. Proud of what it had done to him.
His eyes flicked to mine, looking over me slowly.
“We have too much work to get done, mountain boy,” he hummed, his eyes returning to mine.
“We’ll do a winter opening,” he suggested, lifting his head.
“Open it in November, run it until July. It’s a practice year anyway, the school won’t be filled, but we have far too many things to accomplish, both you and I, to risk opening an unfinished school by then, not to mention the mission. ”
He paused as I stopped between the two chairs in front of his desk. “Will you have enough time to open by then knowing what we must do?”
“Can we go for a ride today?” I asked, trying to hide the smile. I really wanted to get back on the bike. I wanted to get out of the house. I wanted to orgasm so many times, my body gave out, but I knew this conversation with Everett was important.
Yesterday, when everyone left, Azrael left them all with one instruction; to make sure everything they were currently doing was wrapped up within three days so that when Havoc sent out the emails, they were ready to move.
Which also meant that we had to be ready to move too. Any moment, things could kick off. Any moment, we would need to head straight for the church, walk in those doors like we had done a dozen times before, and lock them behind us before we flooded the halls with their blood.
Azrael promised me, after the movie ended, that we would still find Absolution. That it would mean torturing the answers out of the Leaders quickly before having Alaric and Havoc help Poppy move the remaining prisoners here while Az and I headed for that building.
So long as we could save a few of them. Even just one, I would be fine.
“If you need the money—” His smile grew sharp and he chuckled.
“There there, mountain boy, I wasn’t trying to insult you.
Just keep them working around the clock, put guards around the premises, your most trusted, and if you have to cut their lunches, cut their lunches.
We need it done.” He hung up the phone, turning that sharp smile on me. “You needy little thing,” he hummed.
My cheeks burned, but I gave him the best innocent look I could, my insides vibrating with need. I didn’t know why I woke up so…ravenous today, and I didn’t care, I just knew that I needed him and I would do anything to have him.
Anything.
He angled his head to one side, looking me over. “And what are you willing to do to go on this…ride?” he hummed, his eyes glowing with a devilish light.
My smile widened.
I stepped away from the chairs, turned abruptly so my skirt spun quickly around me, showing off my dagger I had strapped to my thigh.
I walked as fluidly as I could to the right side of his desk, gave him a little smirk, and dropped to my knees, just like I had in that church.
I spread my knees a little, spreading my skirt over my thighs, and lowered myself until I felt the cool floor kiss my pussy, causing me to shiver.
I tilted my head to one side, my hair falling across my face, my bangs dusting my eyes, and looked up through my eyelashes at him.
He turned to me, one ankle propped up on his other knee, leaned back in his chair, looking down at me like some god of darkness.
“Please, daddy,” I signed subtly, unsure if he wanted the others to know that he liked being called that and I liked calling him that. “Please,” I repeated, slowing my motions down to show my desperation.
One corner of his lips flicked up. “Desperate little thing,” he purred, mostly to himself.
I nodded in agreement anyways. I wanted to leave. I wanted him to pick me up and force me on that bike. Lock me on it. Force my hips down. Force me to orgasm again and again and again.
Even at the thought, my heart picked up, my eyes falling to his cock as I imagined him pulling us over to the side of the road, taking me off the bike, and chaining me to a tree, uncaring of the bark, of how the shackles dug into my wrist. Only caring how far he pushed me. How hard—
“Scarlett.”
I inhaled sharply and found his eyes, my thighs tightening, my nipples hardening. God, I needed him.
“Get your riding things and your mask,” he ordered me tightly. “We leave in ten minutes.”
My heart leaped into my throat.
Without hesitation, I jumped up and ran for the door, my leg pinching a little at the sudden motion.
I reached around the corner, pulling in my things from where I left them in the hall. Azrael had Alaric make me special riding gear. I had yet to wear it, but I knew Azrael well enough to know that what he had added was only for my benefit.
When I turned back to the men, Havoc was chuckling, Bishop smiling, Alaric had an amused look in his eye, and Azrael was smiling in pride. “Little siren,” he hummed.
I gave him a wink and pulled on my things with ease, the leather of the riding pants split between my thighs, giving Azrael full access whenever he wanted.
I pulled my helmet on when I was finished with everything else, and held my mask in my right hand, waiting patiently for Azrael to pull on his suit jacket and his leather jacket before joining me, his own mask in hand.
He took mine from me and gestured for me to head for the elevator.
Minutes later, we were walking out the front doors and heading straight for his bike.
I pranced over to the side of his bike, looking it over before finding his eyes. He was putting our masks in a bag that he then slid into a thin compartment on one side before finally pulling on his helmet and flipping a leg over the bike, settling into place.
With far too much excitement, I followed in suit, falling into him, wrapping my arms around him, feeling that little ridge press into me.
I sighed, pushing myself into it, grinding my hips against it, whimpering when he started the bike, the vibrations doing something sinister within me.
Azrael pulled his feet up and we took off down the winding drive to the main road.
I groaned, grinding my hips against the bike, tightening my thighs around him, pulling at his jacket, pulling him into me. It felt so good. All of it. The vibrations, the ridge. I wanted more—
The jacket tightened around my nipples, a suction coming to life, sucking them into the inside of the jacket.
I gasped, squeezing around Azrael. I had wondered what those were. There were lots of things like that. Hard things, stiff but bendable things. It reminded me of the bra and panties he had had me put on the day he gave me my brands.
I groaned, grinding harder against the bike just as something in my pants started vibrating between my butt cheeks.
I was panting breathlessly, leaning back against it, widening my knees, grinding, closing them, trying to push those vibrations deeper into my other hole as I grinded faster against the ridge.
“Slower, Scar,” that deep, dark voice whispered through my helmet. “Don’t make me slow down.”
I whimpered, signing ‘please’ against his chest as I slowed myself.
My entire body was on fire with need, his own breathing sounding through the helmet, telling me he needed me too. All I wanted was for him to stop. To stop and own me. I wanted him to own me like the monster he was.