Blake slammed his hand down on the table with a snarl, making my heart leap in my chest. “I’m looking at her like what she is: the spawn of the devil.”
“Do you always lust over the devil’s spawn?” I asked airily. “Only that means you must get hard for Saint all the time.”
“Shut your smart mouth,” Blake snapped as Saint eyed me like he was about to step in too. But he sat back as Blake closed in on me, letting him deal with me. And from the look in Blake’s dark green eyes, that was the more frightening option right then.
He stepped past me, moving to the refrigerator and ripping open the freezer compartment. I watched him with my heart pounding out of rhythm, the tension in his body sending a flicker of fear through me. He took out a bag of ice, planting it on the counter before beckoning me closer and kicking the freezer door shut.
I swallowed the lump in my throat as I approached and he ripped the bag open, tipping the whole lot into the sink so it was half full of ice. Blake caught my arm, yanking me close and placing me in front of it. He stood behind me, gripping my wrists and walking me forward with his crotch pressing to my ass. I clenched my jaw as he shoved my hands deep into the ice and I flinched at the bite of cold. He released his grip on me, resting his hands either side of the sink as his body crushed me in place.
The ice burned against my skin and I shut my eyes, falling into that deep space of calm inside me. I’d faced a thousand hardships in my training. Dad had made me dive into a freezing lake every time we took a trip to Alaska. This was nothing compared to that. I could still feel the kiss of pain that licked over my skin and the rush of goosebumps fleeing up my arms and making my nipples harden. But this torture wasn’t the worst I’d faced.
“How does it feel, Cinders?” Blake purred in my ear.
“It feels…long and hard and throbbing,” I said, fighting a smirk.
“What?” he snapped.
“Oh sorry, I thought you meant your cock,” I said innocently.
Blake yanked my hands out of the ice and I gasped as he grabbed a handful of it from the sink, yanked up my nightdress and shoved it into my panties. I yelped in alarm, slamming my shoulders back against him as I tried to escape the cage of his body. Saint was laughing and the sound made my skin prickle all over. I reached frantically between my legs to get rid of it, but Blake caught my wrists to stop me and I groaned in discomfort as the ice pressed against my sensitive flesh.
“You’re the one who needs to cool down, Cinders,” he growled in my ear. “And if you lie about me again, I’ll put you in an entire bath tub of ice. Naked.”
I bit my tongue on a comeback, the swell of his dick against my ass so obvious it was a joke. But I did not wanna be stripped down and forced into a freezing bath.
“Are we clear?” Blake snarled and I nodded in agreement.
The ice started to melt, dripping down the insides of my legs and I panted as it started to feel weirdly good.
No, god no, this is not okay.
With Blake’s hard on pressed to my ass and my skin beginning to tingle with heat, I couldn’t help involuntarily grinding back against him. It was totally shameless, but I simply couldn’t help it.
Blake growled low in my ear then released me suddenly, marching away. I turned, flustered as I watched him snatch up his plate of food, taking it to the couch and eating it in front of the television without a word of thanks. Not that I expected any.
“If you have to eat like a savage then at least use a fucking napkin,” Saint snarled at him.
“Yeah yeah,” Blake answered vaguely and Saint’s posture stiffened.
I stood in the kitchenette with a puddle growing around my feet and flames searing my cheeks, my appetite for breakfast entirely gone.
Blake glanced over his shoulder at me from the couch, eyeing the puddle with a smirk. “Better get a mop, Cinderella. You’re so wet for me it’s ridiculous.”
Saint eyed me with delight, my shame making him blaze with satisfaction.
I headed over to the closet to snatch out a mop and soon had the kitchen floor clean, though my dignity was never going to be intact again.
By the time I was done, it was time for my least favourite part of my morning. My shower. It wasn’t like I was body conscious, but knowing the doors to the Jack and Jill bathroom could open at any second put me on edge. I didn’t want Blake or Kyan walking in on me ‘accidentally’. So far, they hadn’t invaded my privacy, but I never felt any less on edge. Especially considering Kyan hadn’t woken up yet.
I cleared Saint’s plate before heading away and using Blake’s door to get through to the bathroom. I frowned at Kyan’s door and turned the shower on to give him a warning before stripping out of my clothes and tying my hair in a knot. I stepped under the heated flow and sighed as it warmed all of the places the ice had frozen. Then I used my honey blossom and vanilla shower gel to scrub at my skin in record time.
Before I could get out, Kyan’s door flew open and I shrieked in anger.
“Get out of here you asshole!” I shouted, covering my breasts and turning my front to the wall as I glared over my shoulder at him.
He was butt ass fucking naked as he strode to the toilet and took a piss. From the angle we were at I couldn’t see his dick thank God, but I could see his muscular ass alright. And the tattoos that curled up his thighs, joining the artwork on his back. In the centre of his back, a fallen angel knelt with black wings extending over his shoulder blades and the face of a demon which spoke of its sins. He hadn’t tied his hair into its top knot yet but I could see his Night Keeper tattoo peeking between the long strands on the back of his neck too, the tip of the arrow looking viciously sharp.
He started laughing and I scowled as he walked to the sink and washed his hands. At least he’s not a total animal.
Except that thought died in a wave as he strode straight toward me, ripped the door open and stepped inside the shower. Holy fucking shit!
“Kyan!” I screamed in alarm as his naked body butted up against mine and he hummed to himself, grabbing his shampoo and rubbing it into his hair like I wasn’t even there.
I couldn’t even get past him to get out because he was so damn huge. I had both hands wrapped around my chest as he caged me in against the wall and I looked over my shoulder to glare at him in horror.
“Get the fuck out,” I demanded and his eyes dragged down to my ass, making my breathing quicken like mad. One glance down and I could have seen his dick. I refused to give him what he wanted though, despite the fact that I wanted to look so fucking bad that it was almost impossible to stop myself. But I damn well did. I had no dignity left, but I still had my pride.
“This is my shower,” he said with a smirk. “You get out.”
“You’re in my way, you dipshit,” I hissed.
“Oh, am I?” he mused, lifting a hand to wash the suds from his hair. I was practically drooling as I took in all of those muscles and the way he kept brushing against me was sending raging electricity darting everywhere under my skin. I was already turned on from Blake and now this Night Keeper was making things worse. Why couldn’t they be as ugly as their personalities? “I think a little thing like you can squeeze by.”
I swallowed the lump of fury in my throat, narrowing my gaze on him as I saw the dare in his eyes. And dammit if it didn’t spark a wildness in me.