“Hey,” I grip her shoulders and wait for her to get out of her head. “Do you like how you look?” She answers with a shy nod. “That’s the most important thing. As long as you feel comfortable and beautiful, don’t overthink it, okay?”
I can only imagine the bullshit Rick must feed her in private. He’s a sexist asshole and way too controlling with my sister for his well-being. I know it’s hard to shut his comments in her head, but I promise to squash her inner thoughts.
I’m sure the fact that he’s coming with us today isn’t helping her nerves, either. Even when no one asked, Rick insisted on coming for security reasons. Security reasons, my ass. The bastard wants to go so he can keep an eye on Grace.
Grace agreed before Anxo could shoo him away, and that was the end. I’m desperately waiting for the day she leaves him so I can settle a score with his pathetic ass.
“What about my hair? Should I leave it naturally? I’ve never done that before,” Grace asks, fixing her naturally feisty hair pulled into a high ponytail, which puffs out with her tight curls.
“Your hair looks perfect. I love this look more than when you try to tame them.”
After a much-needed hype session, we leave her room to find the rest. I find Seiji helping August with his dinner, so I have one less thing to do before I put him down for bed.So thoughtful.
Seiji is a fashion genius. Tonight, he stands in a sheer black shirt with solid black roses scattered on it. The sheer material of the shirt draws attention to his abs even before noticing the leather pants it's loosely tucked into. As a finishing touch, he has picked black boots with red roses to tie the outfit together.
Turning at the sound of my heels, Seiji beams my way when I compliment him. “You’re going to have guys falling at your feet, princess. You look so handsome.”
The effect of my compliment shows on the light pink shade of his cheeks, but it’s not Seiji if he doesn’t soak up a compliment instead of acting bashful.
I bend to kiss my monkey’s head as he stuffs himself with spaghetti and ignores the sauce on his collar. This boy feeds his clothes just as much as he feeds himself.
“Why thank you, sunshine. You look quite fabulous yourself tonight. I like you in your oversized mate clothes, but this? Ilove.”
Taking my hand, he spins me around and with a wink moves on to Grace. They both shower each other with compliments that have Hazel fake gagging, making monkey giggle at her antics.
I’m disappointed that the man I hoped to impress is nowhere in sight. Guess I’ll have to wait a little longer to blow his mind.
Helping monkey off the chair, I lead him back to my room and put on a robe before I scrub the spaghetti sauce off him and get him to bed. With a storybook in my hand, I don’t even finish the second page before August doses off, cuddling his stuffed dinosaur.
Caressing his hair, I wait until he’s deep in sleep before quietly leaving the room. Thinking it over, I leave the door slightly ajar so Khatri will hear if something is wrong. Khatri is Papa’s Warriorhead, and I know I have no reason not to trust him, but I feel anxious about leaving my baby alone for the night.
Turning around, I freeze when I come face to face with my mate leaning back against a wall with his arms crossed.Fucking shitballs.
I think I’m drooling. I quickly swipe under my chin, just to be sure. Angel looks ravishing in a sleek black suit with silver sparkling vertical lines over it and a black dress shirt underneath. The top three buttons are undone, giving me a perfect view of the hypnotizing markings on his chest.
The way his shirt fits him like a glove, outlining those muscles, should be criminal. The jacket curls around his biceps and shoulders like a sin, and I have a strange urge to smooth my hands over the material of his dress pants to feel his well-defined thighs. Just the thought has me clenching my thighs in desperate need ofsomething.
I’m so busy admiring that it takes me a minute to realize he’s doing the same. His eyes roam over me with slightly parted lips, like he is forcing himself to breathe. I want to squirm under his intense gaze, but my body loves the attention too much to move.
“I’m assuming you like it?” I ask, moving closer until I can loop my arms around his neck.
I can’t help but kiss his jaw. He looks irresistible tonight. Like my kiss startles him out of his haze, Angel immediately pulls me closer with his arms around my waist. Eyes filled with heat traceevery curve and dip in my body, and suddenly I’m very aware of the material sticking to my skin.
How I wouldn’t mind if it accidentally slipped.
“You lookdelicious, sweetheart. Let me show you how much I appreciate my gorgeous mate,” hovering over me, he smashes our lips together, and I moan as soon as we touch.
The intensity of the kiss is unlike any before. Tonight, Angel isn’t holding back from devouring me. He swiftly turns us around so I’m pressed between the wall and him. When his hips buck against me, I feel his need in the form of a hard bulge poking my lower stomach.
Angel pulls away abruptly, but before I can whine, his lips attack my neck, alternating between soft kisses, passionate sucking and desperate bites, making my whimpers and moans louder with each touch.
“Oh…oh…my virgin eyes! Stop it, you horn dogs!”
A sudden screech startles us enough to snap our heads in its direction. I snicker when I see Seiji running away, screaming about how we ruined his innocence.
Unfortunately, his interruption breaks our lust spell, which makes Angel huff irately, dropping his head on my shoulder.
“I’ll finish what I started, my sweet girl. Promise.” Whispering into my neck, he lightly sucks at the skin there before grabbing my hand to walk us downstairs.
