A warmth slithers up my spine. I release Kacey’s hand, glancing over my shoulder at the shadows.
They flicker. Subtle and brief. But still enough to make me question it.
“J?” Kacey’s voice tightens. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
I rise to my feet in a single motion, my darkness flaring to the surface, pulsing in defensive warning.
But there’s nothing.
I turn back with a shaky breath. “False alarm—”
Hands are on me. Warm, strong, large hands.
One wraps around my mouth, muffling my gasp, maybe a scream. The other locks tight around my waist, hauling me back into something solid. A broad chest. A wall of muscle and warmth.
Kacey’s eyes widen, her mouth parting in shock as I’m yanked from view—
Darkness.
My stomach drops. My breath catches.
“You flit from us, you wearthatskirt, thenrefusemy order?” Ezekial’s voice is a low growl against my neck, every word dipped in threat, but all it does is send heat crashing through me.
I squirm in his hold, and when he lifts me clear off the ground, I kick out. It earns me nothing but a low laugh.
My darkness coils around him, but instead of fighting, it runs slick across his skin like it’s flirting.
The traitorous bitch.
He strides across the room, unbothered by my attempts to escape. When he sits at his desk chair, he drags me down, planting me in his lap, pinning my arms back and tight against his chest.
I thrash immediately, but it’s pointless against his hold.
“Shhh.” He slides one arm away from my waist, but his shadows take its place, winding around me, holding me even tighter than before, until I can’t move an inch.
The other hand stays pressed firm over my mouth.
“When your lord calls for you…” His fingers drift down slowly, trailing along my stomach, curving over my hip, reaching the hem of the very tiny skirt I definitely wasn’t meant to wear “…you come.”
His fingers brush over my thigh, under the edge of my skirt.
“When you flitted, you turned my brother and I feral.” His fingers curl under it, gradually shifting it up. “You said you’d make it up to us,” he murmurs in my ear. “Then, you wearthis, and behave like a brat.”
He yanks my skirt up to my hips in one quick action. I gasp against his palm.
“Shhh, I’ll teach you how to follow orders.” His lips trail over my throat, and I find myself tilting away so he can reach more. “Show you what happens when you defy me.”
I’m being lifted, but not by hands, by shadows with metallic flickers that surround my waist and legs. When I hear him unbuckling his belt with one hand, the sharp sound sends tremors through me.
“I was ready to worship you,” he whispers, the clink of his belt hitting the floor, “spread you out on my desk.” His shadows lower me again. “But you didn’t behave.”
When I feel something incredibly hot and hard beneath me, I look down.
Right there, nestled between my thighs parted by his darkness, is his bare cock. Resting right against the thin fabric of damp underwear.
I stare at it. I think I gasp, I make some type of sound, because it’s… it’s so much bigger than I remember. Thicker.
I try to squirm back, away from it.
