Katrina
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?" Samael asks, his voice bellowing once we enter our quarters. "I'm gone for a day, and all of a sudden, Zeus ups the time he wants to meet Katrina?"
"You know you must attend the remedial training this weekend, right?" Luka asks, looking directly at me, his teacher persona currently showing, not that of my mate.
"SERIOUSLY, Aphelion." Miles shouts, "You didn't think the fact your father wanted to meet Katrina was something we should know immediately."
Aphelion's eyes flashed lightning as Miles pushed him up against the wall. "I'm sure there's crucial information you've kept from us today." He seethed, pushing back at Miles, "Or is there some other reason the media is reporting you've been out looking at engagement rings?"
"Arguing isn't going to get us anywhere." Beckett states, his voice as calming as the ocean waves, "What we need to discuss in the Etir and its growth."
No one seemed to hear Beckett. My mates continued to argue amongst each other, their tempers running high with each blow they shot at each other. While they weren't fighting, their anger continued to ignite, and if I didn't do something soon, I was worried things would get explosive. My head is pounding, and I’m honestly tired. I’m exhausted from worrying over what will happen with the council. Im tired of worrying about what will happen when I lose control of my magic. Im worn out from beign worried about every single negative detail in my life and not being able to Cherie and enjoy the good times.
So with a headache and being tired of listening to my mates argue, I did what any sane woman would do with five angry Alpha males surrounding her. I kicked on music and tuned out everything around me, giving my body to the pounding beat of the music, embracing the way the melody sang to my soul. Closing my eyes, I began to take my clothes off as sexily as my uncoordinated ass was capable of. The yelling seemed to cease suddenly, and I could feel their eyes on me, but still, I continued to dance, too lost to stop. The pulse of my heart and the heavy bass of the music seemed to synchronize the more I continued to dance. Each beat matches the other.
I can hear my mates calling to me, but it isn't the same as the lull of the music. The music isn't just calling to me, though; it's calling to my magic; it's making it dance inside and flow throughout my body, humming like a drum. That forbidden magic, the one that's locked deep inside of me, the music is luring it in, begging me to release it and let it loose.
In my mind's eye, I could see a key in the lock and a hand reaching out to turn the key; the magic was so close to being released, just a little to the left, my heart was racing with anticipation, and I could feel the goosebumps prickling on my skin as I eagerly awaited the sound of the lock clicking.
However, the sound never came. Instead, I was pulled from my musical trance by the soft, wet, pleasurable sensation of my nipple being pulled into someone's mouth. No, I was mistaken; the more I focus on the pleasure, I realize it's not just one nipple but both, being pleasured simultaneously by two different mouths. One mouth sends sparks straight to my core, and the other burns a fire deep in my belly. The further I'm pulled back into reality, the more sensations I feel. Soft kisses are being planted against my neck with breathy whispers of how desirable and gorgeous I am. My thighs are tingling from the feel of coarse, curly hair rubbing between them, and slight sensual pressure is building on my backside, and oh.. oh fuck.
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