Titling my chin, I say, “No Lola?”
His face immediately loses the scowl— his mouth quirks up into a shit-eating grin. “Lola will never touch the skin of anyone but my Angel’s— her blood is the only one worthy of Lola.”
Without any further response, he turns back to the group discussion.
Crazy fucker.It wouldn’t surprise me if he already carved his name into Ariah’s skin.
“The real question is do we bring this information to the Council or keep it to ourselves?” Wes voices what I’m sure we’ve all been internally contemplating.
I look around the room, trying to guess who will be the first to offer up an opinion, but we’re interrupted by Lev’s computer notification.
He clicks some keys and whatever he’s reading has his eyes lighting with excitement and an uncharacteristic smile grace his face.
“What is it?” I probe, hoping that something good is happening for once.
“We have a lead on Madeline.”
Fucking finally.
33
ARIAH
“God, this is long overdue,” Shay moans from her table.
We’re having a spa day.
“Mmhm,” I sigh in agreement as hands knead my lower back.
After my night with Owen and Wyatt two days ago, this is blissful. My body hums, tightening at the remembrance of how they cared for me once they returned from wherever they went with the rest of the guys. Wyatt’s hands massaged my temples as Owen’s worked at my instep. It was fucking glorious. Especially when it went from touching my feet with his hands to eating me like he was a man on death row and I was his last meal.
“Please relax, Miss,” the masseuse instructs, “I’ll be able to work out your knots if you’re relaxed.”
Shay turns in my direction at the sound of the woman’s voice.
“What has you tightening instead of being a pool of goo under Ana’s hands? She’s amazing. If I weren’t trying to get you to come back with me, I would’ve snatched her up.”
I could feel the heat rise, flushing my cheeks. I hadn’t meant for my thoughts to bring this much attention to me.
“Oh, Riri’s been up to something, or should I say under someone?” Shay jokes.
That makes me snort, “Maybe.”
A knowing smirk lines her face, her gap-toothed smile on full display. “Spill it. You have the face of someone who’s finally been laid.”
“Shay,” I admonish.
She waves me off, earning her a gentle reminder to keep still from her masseuse. “They’ll be fine. You tell me which one popped that cherry, bitch.”
My eyes bulge as I burst out into laughter, causing Ana to stop massaging my back.
“Ladies, please give us the room. I promise we’ll be on our best behavior when you come back,” Shay promises. Both women exit the room, and she wastes no time bombarding me with questions. “Who was it? How was it and have you done it again? It was Wyatt, wasn’t it? That man’s been obsessed with you the moment your thick ass stepped out of your car.”
I sit up, wrapping the towel around me as I speak, “Girl. Slow down and take a breath. Plus, who said anything about it only being just one?”
The squealing gasp that she lets out makes me fold as cackles escape me.
“You lucky bitch. Two, as in t-w-o? Fuck! I need all the details, don’t skip a single thing,” she demands.
