We all hear her scream her release. I bet the fucker didn’t even shut his door.Asshole.
I’m not the only one who adjusts himself, gritting my teeth hard enough to crack, and trying to pretend that I’m not painfully hard.
When she stepped out of the bathroom, damp from the shower, hair dripping and covered in my scent, her towel clinging to all those mouth watering curves...fuck me, I almost came in my pants like an inexperienced kid.
Her pixie features have an innocent yet wicked naughtiness about them, like a succubus who fucks you with a beautiful smile while draining the life out of you. The fact that she's shorter than us, even Kai, by a few inches, just adds to her harmless fairy vibe. Though clearly, she's got some fight in her and a tongue as sharp as a knife. My dick twitches at that thought, leaving me mentally cursing.
Jax’s rumble is like thunder, and Kai is the shade of a ripe tomato. I let out a growl, my fists tight, and fingernails biting into my palms. Yet at the same time, my mind imagines me in Loki's place, making her scream my name instead of his.
Goddammit!
“Do you think…” Kai stutters, looking up at me with wide eyes full of longing and blown with lust, glancing up from the iPad he’s been busily tapping away on. That thing is fucking stuck to his hand, and I swear he even sleeps with it. Lucky for us, as he’s our tech guy and can find out anything we need to know.
Jesus fucking Christ, the siren has us all in her thrall. She needs to be gone, pronto!
“What?!” I snap at him, instantly feeling my stomach knot with regret at my harsh tone.
These guys are like my brothers. We’ve known each other our whole lives, our parents forcing us together at every turn from the moment we were born, our intertwined destinies carved in stone.
But joke’s on them, because we chose each other early on by becoming closer than family, our bond stronger than anything that blood dictates. We became each others’ support, a part of our very souls melding until we were several parts of a whole. We've been through the fires of Hell together and are still traveling through the scorching depths. I would do anything for these guys. I have done everything for them, sold my soul to the devil to keep them at least a little free from the blackness that eats away at me.
As leader of our group, it’s my job to make the hard decisions, to take the punishments when things go wrong. I’ve taken beatings meant for them, and I’d take them a thousand times over if it keeps them safe.
Kai looks me in the eye, raising his chin.Good, he’s come a long way from the shy, scared kid he used to be thanks to his fucking cunt of an uncle. He clears his throat.
“Do you think it’s a good idea to, you know, let her sleep in there...with him?” he asks, his eyes traveling back towards the stairs.
I growl again, and for an instant, I almost wince, feeling a twinge of regret at my choice to deny her a room. Then I remember the reason why she can't be in there, and the feeling passes, leaving a taste of ash in my mouth and making my hard-on soften.
“I’ll speak to the administration tomorrow,” I scowl.
I rule this fucking place just like my father before me, and they’ll bend over backwards to do as I say. No one wants to piss me off.
Except a certain pixie faced, hazel eyed brunette…
I look back at Kai, my brow furrowing and my muscles tingling with tightness.
“What do we know about her?” I demand, rolling my neck in a bid to ease the tension in my shoulders.
“Not much…” he sighs and looks down to the screen. “I can’t seem to find much intel on her. Her application mentions a mother, Laura Darling, now deceased, and that she’s British and lives, or I supposed lived, in Islington, London. She’s seventeen, eighteen in May.” He looks up at me again, pushing his glasses back up his nose, a frown on his face.
“And her father?” I question.
“No one listed on the birth certificate,” Kai muses, gazing back down. “Although, it seems she was adopted by her uncle after her mother’s death. A Mr Adrian Ramsey,” he adds.
“And what do we know about Mr Ramsey?” I prod, my lips pinching at the lack of information on our little British flower.
“Mr Adrian Ramsey, billionaire recluse who lives in the wilds of Wiltshire near Stonehenge,” Kai reads. “Not much is known about him, or his fortune, although we do know he’s one of the world’s richest bachelors. According to urban myth, he was involved in a huge scandal in his younger days, but no one knows what, and had his heart broken which caused him to shut himself away in his glorious mansion, never to emerge and never to love again.” Kai makes a sound in the back of his throat. “Fucking gossip writers, vultures all of them,” he mutters.
“And that’s it?” I ask, my mind scrambling to understand how there could be nothing else.
“Oh, hang on…” Kai says, sitting up. “Here's a newspaper article on her mother's death, which happened in February this year.” His eyes scan the screen rapidly, his face going deathly pale as he reads.
“What?” Jax asks in that gruff voice of his, obviously noticing Kai's pallor.
Gulping, Kai looks up at us, eyes wide and full of horror.
“It says that her mother died in an aggravated burglary gone wrong. Apparently, she was stabbed forty-seven times. Culprit unknown.”