?His voice a lower tenor as sparks electrify the air around us. I swing the door wider and shove my hands into my pants as I shrug. “No idea who you’re talking about.”
?He marches in and in his clenched hand is Trouble’s hat and a device with wire connecting to it. Earbuds, I remember, so you can listen to music from the small device. She has those stuck in her ears nearly every time I see her.
?Castiel growls at me. His dark eyes searching the room as his nostrils flare. “I can smell her in here, Darian. You forget the rest of us can scent things better than you can.”
?I roll my eyes at him and with a tick of my head the door slams shut. Heading to my desk, I do what I was originally going to be doing.
?Fucking paperwork.
?“Darian,” he growls as I sit and slump into my chair. “I can smell her fucking – ”
?“There was, unfortunately, no fucking,” I interrupt to which he glares at me.
?“You know Callahan and Varian will skin you alive if you do anything with her. She’s their fated.” I scoff and wave him off because that’s the same bullshit excuse everyone keeps using, but he growls, once again, at me. “She needs control, Darian,before you go messing with her emotions. Varian didn’t even kiss her and she caused an electrical storm and fire not even your father could stop.”
?Ah, yes, I remember that. Thorne told me about the whole ordeal with her and Varian and then what she said about the sun death realm.
?I raise a brow at Castiel. He’s been scarce around the school, hiding from everyone to keep from answering all the questions Thorne, Callahan, and Varian want to ask.
?But I don’t ask those questions right now.
?“What did you want?”
?He’s still glaring. “Where is she?”
?“Right here,” a decadent voice asserts. Strong and confident and sounding like she did not just pass out from excruciating pain not five minutes ago. “So what do you want?”
?I turn my head to see soft rosy eyes fixated on the demigod with her arms crossed and shoulder leaning against the doorframe. Her eyes dip to where her hat and music player are still clutched in Castiel’s hand before arching a brow at him in question.
?“Thorne said he saw you entering the house,” he starts. “Why?”
?Heat scorches down my spine at his demanding tone. He’s angry for some reason, but I am not sure why. It’s not like they’re fated so he shouldn’t care about Mavyn being in my rooms.
?Trouble glances at me and my chest. I wonder how she feels about being with multiple people. It’s not exactly rare for someone to be fated to multiple people, or for multiple non-fated to be together. Usually there’s a center the other partners surround – a submissive – and other roles through the group.
?Typically there’s a leader – or the alpha – then someone to soothe and be gentle, and someone else to push boundaries and explore rougher sides.
?Shifters tend to have those dynamics. An inherent instinct that goes back to their baser urges when they were animals and creatures. Alphas, omegas, and betas within a group.
?Four is usually the average, but it’s not unheard of for there to be six or even seven people in a relationship though it’s not as common.
?There would be six with all of us.
?“I don’t remember calling you daddy,” she snarks.
?Hearing her voice roll over that two syllable word makes my dick – which was already hard – painfully harder.
?Castiel’s hand fists as he glares at her. “And what would your fated think if they found you in here with your scent all over the angel’s body?”
?She doesn’t even twitch and then her eyes flood red and her aura becomes known. It instantly dominates the select amount Castiel and I let show. It’s exhilarating as my beast within raises its head at the feeling. Her blue belladon scent filling the room and I hope it drenches the place. I want it to smell like her when I walk in here every day.
?She quirks a brow. “Now my scent is everywhere – including you. What would my fated think if my scent was all overthisbody?”
?Check-fucking-mate.
?She pushes off the doorframe and approaches the demigod with those beautiful glaring red eyes. Her aura like a drape laying over everything in this room. He dwarfs her with at least a foot between them. He’s not as broad as Varian but he’s also a demigod. A child of a primordial even if he’s only immortal and not an actual god.
?Even still, the weight of her power consumes.
