And when I slid first one, then two fingers inside her warm, wet mouth, she closed those tempting lips around my intrusion and sucked gently on my fingers, her sounds became something else entirely.
Had I been with my brother, it wouldn’t have been my fingers she sucked.
But I didn’t want to rob him of that first. And so when she woke, I lingered long enough to memorize her dozy confusion. Her dark eyes remained unfocused as she stared at me, murmuring a word I nearly missed.
Seraph.
And now, a life sized painting of a glowing white form existed in the darkness of her room, warding away demonic forms, looking over her as she slept.
Like we did.
An obsession indeed.
Kash leaned forward, pushing his resistance into my hand until my nails dug into his skin beneath his silk shirt. I’d make him bleed on this, if I had to, and he would bleed for her willingly as would I.
Instead, he inhaled her, his nose skimming the air above her skin, his tongue flickering out to taste the remnants of her dream.
“Tomorrow.”
I smiled, and we melted into the shadows as she stirred, the twin seraph she painted, winging away as we protected her from afar.
Only we weren’t angels watching over her but the worst of nightmares come to claim what would be ours.
CHAPTER FIVE
HELIA
“Can you see him? Anything that looks like him?” Angelica’s voice spoke in my ear like some kind of undercover operative in a spy movie.
But we weren’t playing spies and heroes tonight. Nope, it was Tuesday night. Death Date Night, or Death to Dating Night. Cheap night at plenty of bars, pizzerias, and diners.
Also Taco Tuesday, and I was missing out.
The night I tried to become Tinderella for the tenth consecutive week in a row.
And my tenth epic fail, also consecutive.
“That’s it. I’m done.” I shrugged, downed my water in a tumbler to make it look like vodka because I didn’t want to be sad and alone, despite how I felt.
“Stay another five minutes,” Angelica urged. “You know I live vicariously through you. Give me that.”
“Uh huh. And how is that facade of life going for you right now?” I snorted into my glass, talking to myself.
I mean, how sad could I possibly look? My strike rate so far wasn’t particularly hot, sizzling, or even flopping.
Six stand ups, and four half shows of the ‘my mother is dying and I have to leave’hurrying off variety.
It was like no man on Rippton U’s wealthy offspring inhabited campus would come within sneezing distance of me. I might as well have a sign that proclaimed‘anathema’stamped to the top of my head for all and sundry to see.
Angelica rattled on, impervious to my moods, as always. “I get to pretend to leave my apartment, sit in a cafe, and sip water, all whilstnotinfecting the local area with my hyperactivity, or my crippling anxiety. You know, whichever lands first.”
“I think you get the better part of this deal,” I said dryly. “Alright. His time is up. It’s been forty minutes. Enough is enough.”
“Oh, girl. Go flirt with the bartender.”
“It’s a girl.”
“So? Go get laid. A change of pace never hurt.”
