“Always happy to lend ahandto a damsel in distress.” He smiles. “Or a tongue...or cock…” he adds, lowering his voice, and flashing me such a panty melting smile that has my thighs instantly clenching.
“Loki…” Asher warns, voice deep and stern, like the cockblocker he is.
Loki shrugs, in a 'what can I do’ way.
“Ash, dude. She’s right, ya know. You did say she couldn’t sleep inthatroom. Nothing about sleeping in one of ours…”
Asher, or Ash, growls low, and fuck me if I don’t clench my thighs a little tighter. Loki notices and smirks.Wanker.
Loki turns away with a shit-eating grin on his face, swaggering ahead of me, and I let out a gasp of surprise. On his back, he has an incredible inked angel, who is down on one knee, head bowed over crossed arms, and hands resting on his knee. His folded wings cover both of Loki’s shoulders, curling over with an air of such desolation that my heart fractures in my chest like ice on a lake in spring.
He really is a fallen angel.
As I follow the wings that cascade down his body, I notice broken feathers littering his lower back. I can’t help myself, I reach out and trace my fingers along those broken wings, causing Loki to pause, and a slight shiver to travel across his skin.
He doesn’t say anything but turns back round to me, my fingers falling away, and the pain and sorrow that’s in his green eyes makes my own fill with moisture, and my heart cracks even more.
We stay like that for a few moments, gazes locked and filled with hurt. Then he, once again, turns away from me and treads up the stairs. There’s an ache in my chest as I watch him.
I follow him up, my steps heavier than before. Once we reach the top, there’s a hallway with one door at the end and two on either side, so five in total. As we pass the first door on the right, I notice a little brass plaque on it, with a name,Jax Griffiths, engraved onto it. I see the other doors all have plaques with the guys' names on it as well, except for the one opposite Loki’s which has nothing at all.
Well, that’s useful to know who is where.
As Loki reaches for the brass doorknob, he looks at me over his shoulder. His eyes rake slowly up and down my silk clad body, causing my nipples to pebble, even though these dorms are toasty warm. The emerald colour of his gaze shines and sparkles as he takes in my hardened nubs, and a feline grin spreads across his lips.
“I sure hope you know what you're doing, Pretty Girl,” he states in his low, smooth as honey voice.
I swallow hard and audibly, and his eyes flash to my throat, the flame in his gaze getting hotter.
You can do this, Lilly,I repeat to myself.Take the comfort that’s offered. Numb the pain for a little while.
With that thought, I throw my shoulders back, putting my best breasts forward,lols.
“You gonna let me in or what, Angel?” I sass, one brow raised.
Loki throws his head back and crows with laughter.
“I think you’ll do just fine here, Pretty Girl.” He grins, looking at me appreciatively once again, then turns to open his door. He stays in the doorway, one arm held out, indicating I go ahead like a real gentleman.
“Mi casa es su casa. What’s mine is all yours, Darlin’.” He tells me, waggling his damn eyebrows like some sort of old man comedian.
I chuckle, relieving some of the sexual tension, and any lingering apprehension that was threatening to drown me.
As I pass him in the doorway, I’m suddenly engulfed once again with his warm vanilla scent when I take in a deep breath, and I can feel the heat from his delicious body all down my side.
I mentally lament my hardened nipples that are practically screaming for that delectable tongue of his to sweep across them.I’m smuggling fucking peanuts here!
Bloody hell, Lilly! How many fucking times do we need to drag your head out of that gutter? You may as well take up residence there at this rate!
I take another deep breath in a bid to calm myself down and look round the room, trying to distract my mind from fallen angels and the oblivion that their clever tongues can give.
His room is tastefully decorated in navy and cream with dark wood furniture. The walls are covered with a floral patterned wallpaper in the same colours, which should look feminine, but doesn't.
Wait, is that fucking fabric on the walls? I shake my head at the pretentiousness of it.
Opposite the door, there are floor-to-ceiling curtains in a sumptuous navy velvet that are drawn against the dark storm that is raging outside. To the right, sitting against the wall is a large dark wood desk, topped with navy leather and one of those industrial looking lamps. There's a comfy navy blue leather desk chair in front of it.
Next to that is a huge, dark wood wardrobe with a mirror in the door. I can see the reflection of what must be the biggest bed in Christendom. My head jerks to the left to look at it in the flesh.