I slowly make my way to the table, balancing my juice and the heaping mountain of food on my plate when the guys end their conversation.
“I don’t have to mention everything, Levi. We’re not connected at the hips,” STD growls as he rolls his eyes and turns away.
Seeing me nearing, my heart pitter-patters in my chest as Levi rushes over to help place my food on the table and pull out a chair for me. Aww, such a gentleman.
The prick takes the seat directly across from me and sips from a giant mug, saying, ‘Blow me. I’m hot.’ Figures.
Levi returns with a mug saying, ‘Good Morning, I see the Assassins have failed.’ and takes the seat at the head of the table on my left. I have to bite my lip from chuckling.I see someone still has a sense of humor.
“I’m sorry that you didn’t have the best first impression with Ryker here,” Levi says, indicating the man across from me. “Unfortunately, I can’t assure you it would have been better if he’d known who you were,” he grumbles, talking into his coffee cup.
The man in question rolls his eyes, proving how right Levi is. Ryker, huh? I like that name. Too bad it’s attached to this asshole.
“And who would that be, Levi?” I ask, placing a napkin in my lap. My family didn’t raise a complete neanderthal, just a sarcastic one.
Setting down his cup, he clears his throat while looking a little uncomfortable with my question, and I watch as he fixes his cufflinks once again. I'm beginning to think it’s a nervous tick. I suddenly feel bad for questioning him. I’m curious, though, as to why knowing me would have made a difference.
“I just meant because of the circumstances of how you got here. Of not knowing our world or how it works.” Levi points to my feast in front of me, “Please, go ahead and eat. We are still waiting on a couple of people before starting your orientation, so take your time. We’re in no hurry.”
He still didn’t answer my question, really, but he doesn’t have to tell me twice, so I pick up my fork and dig in.
Chapter Twelve
Septic Tank
Ryker
Ilean back in my chair and watch as the temptress shovels food in her mouth while answering Levi about how she likes her living situation so far, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. And I’ve seena lot. She’s mesmerizing, really.
Her long, curly brunette hair still looks damp and almost black from her shower as it drapes around her heart-shaped face like a cloak. It looks as soft as silk, and I wonder if it would feel the same if I ran my fingers through it, wrapping it around my fist. Her long lashes flutter closed as she savors a bite of her strawberry danish, and when they open, her gray eyes light up in pleasure. All I can focus on is how her face lights up when she laughs at something Levi says, and the sound of her voice sends blood rushing to my cock.
Most girls I know will barely eat, pulling the old, “I’ll just have a salad” or “just water, please,” and it drives me nuts—all superficial and boring. I know what you’re thinking. If you don’t like shallow women, why hit them up?
Simple. I gotta eat, and an easy meal is an easy meal.
There’s only so much I can do to survive. Some say the powers I have are a gift, well cum be in my pants for a day (pun intended). I’m what you call a purebred mutt. Or at least that’s what my father calls me, along with the perfect genetic design.
I swear he needs to get his head out of the books and honestly look around. Being part Fae and a sex demon is a curse. I can never tell if people are attracted to me for me or if it’s just the sex appeal from my Incubus. At least not until I met her last night in my office. The space Ishouldbe using to learn how to take over one day. Instead, I use it to display my ‘toys’. My father would likely throw a fit if he ever stepped out of his office and paid attention to me. It’s become my own fuck pad lately when I don’t want to take my conquest back to my room. I hate that awkward sleeping over or kicking them out moment. That room has been the perfect hideaway spot, until my little temptress showed up. The image of her last night floats into my mind. The teasing, the lust she gave off—and the fact she denied me. It’s unheard of, and the reminder makes my cock hard.
Readjusting in my seat, I don’t hide the smirk on my face, let her believe I’m imagining dirty thoughts. Because I am. Picturing her spread out on this table and me between her juicy thighs devouring her like the fork she was licking whipped cream off of. I don’t mean to let my power slip, but I can tell when it hits her.
Shifting in her seat, I watch as her pupils slightly widen. Biting her lower lip, gray orbs look up at me under those thick lashes as her tongue darts out, wetting plump lips. Suppressing a groan, I watch her stab a sausage link and bring it to her delectable mouth. Her tongue slowly trails up the sides, showcasing a tongue ring that I didn’t see earlier, licking the sausage like she’s licking an ice cream cone. She reaches the top and runs her tongue around the tip, before moaning.
Her eyes, heavy with lust, never leave my face as she sucks and kisses along the sausage. I’m about to throw her down on the table and make those dirty images real when she breaks eye contact. Her breathy sounds make my cock twitch, and by the lust Levi is throwing off, I’m not the only one affected. Closing her eyes in bliss, she sucks the end of the sausage into her mouth, and I nearly blow my load right here and now as she mimics a blowjob with those full fuckable lips. I’m about to reach into my pants and release my cock when she opens her eyes and winks at me, biting the end clean off.
Shit! My hand automatically covers my cock as the little temptress just smiles innocently at me. Doesn’t she know that’s only going to make me want her more?
Finished with her now empty plate, she gathers her dishes and heads to the back of the room. Levi shifts in his seat, and I give him a knowing smirk. He’s always the level headed one out of everyone in our group, so it gives me great pleasure anytime his emotions show. Annoyed with my antics, he kicks me under the seat as the door cracks open and Zeke pops his head in. Pretending like nothing just happened, I lean back and prop my legs up on the table, getting comfortable as he walks into the room.
“You guys won’t believe what happened last night. I was able to hack into the system and get that file we were tal—” He cuts off in his tracks when he sees Rez walking back to the table, his face lighting up like a damn Christmas tree. “Rezzzzzzz,” he drawls, letting out a long whistle.
Before she can sit again, he grabs her hand and spins her around, taking in all of her curves. I must admit I’m checking her out too. It doesn’t matter if it’s the same outfit from last night. Her tight tank top and form-fitting jeans show off all of her assets. I watch as her eyes slowly travel down his frame, drinking in his clothes as they hug his body, which is a far cry from what he usually wears. He’s wearing a black knitted cardigan and jeans that prove he can dress to impress when he actually decides to clean up.In fact, is that MY cardigan?I quirk an eyebrow in question when Zeke looks my way, and he sends back a wink in response. Fucker!
There’s an ache in my chest, seeing the familiarity between them and too many emotions assault me to put a name to it. I watch him pull her onto his lap, and she giggles. Fucking giggles. “Down, boy! PG, remember,” she says while pinching his cheek and retaking her prior seat across from me. I send Zeke a smirk of my own until I notice the flirty wink she sends him to lessen the blow of rejection.
What the fuck? How do they even know each other? Didn’t she just get here yesterday?
My skin is crawling, witnessing their interactions. The small flirty touching, whispering, and her giggling are almost too much. Their lust is intoxicating. Even though I should be feeling euphoria with the buffet they are giving me, all I feel is uncontrolled anger pumping through my veins. Before I can take in a breath to say something undeniably stupid, a throat clears, and my anger deflates when they jump apart.
