Katrina

My heart is racing uncontrollably. I'm sure the men are discussing recent events in the living room. I should go out there and join them, seeing as how these events involve me, but instead, I'm wearing my carpet in my room thin with my back-and-forth pacing. As soon as I walked into my room, what was missing hit me. The magic. The one that was kept under lock and key. It's been unlocked, and it isn't there anymore. It's roaming free, and I can't tell where it is or what it is.

A part of me is relieved that I no longer have to be tempted by the forbidden magic, but that's only a small fragment. The rest of me is anxious. There's already so much of myself I don't know about; adding something else to the mix is just too much. I brace myself against my vanity, staring into the reflection of my eyes as I try to calm my racing heart, forcing myself to concentrate on breathing, inhaling slowly through my nose and exhaling through my mouth. I do this repeatedly until my heartbeat slows back down to a normal pace.

My hands are gripping the edges so tight that my knuckles are turning white, and my palms are aching. While the breathing technique may have helped calm my racing heart, it has done nothing to stop the fear building inside of me. I feel like a ticking time bomb, a relic from a long-forgotten war, an expired grenade that can detonate at any moment. Something people will ooh and ahh over it due to its uniqueness but also fear it at the same time due to the darkness that's around it.

The clock on my nightstand chimes, breaking me from my inner thoughts. It's the top of the hour; I know if I stay in here much longer, my mates will become worried. As I force myself to turn away from the vanity and walk toward my bedroom door, I feel a slickness running down my leg. Yuck, I could feel the evidence of my earlier adventures weeping out onto my skin. Yeah, I'm not going out there feeling like a cum bucket; my mates can wait a little longer while I cleanse myself.

I hurry over to my ensuite bathroom and turn the shower on full blast, ignoring the cold water completely, readying it so that when I get in, it’ll feel like the firey depth of hell, or at least what I imagine hell would feel like. Who knows these days if Hell is all fire and lava, as we are led to believe? It could be all sunshine and rainbows with sparkly little unicorns for all I know.

I slowly enter the shower, catching the first drip of water with my big toe, ensuring the water is to my liking before fully immersing myself in the pouring water. I adjust the shower head, turning it from a soft drizzle into pounding raindrops. Enjoying the feel of the water massaging my skin. I can instantly feel the tension in my body loosen, and my anxiety slips away. I don't know why I didn't jump into the shower earlier. It's my calming area and the place I can think best. I guess it's what some would call my “safe space.” Grabbing my hot pink loofa off the shelf, I pour a hefty amount of my favorite lavender-scented body wash onto it before scrubbing my body vigorously until I felt like my skin was pure again and no longer a dumpster for my men’s love juices.

The loud banging on my door causes me to jump and smack my head on the shower head, causing me to let out a string of curses.

“You okay in there, kitten?” calls Miles right outside the door, his worry evident in his tone.

“Fine,” I grumbled, rubbing my now throbbing head.

“So, are you planning on coming out, or should I join you?” Miles asks as his hand twists his doorknob.

“Don't you think about it, Miles,” I holler, jumping out of the shower and wrapping myself in a soft and cozy, oversized towel before heading out of the bathroom.

“You and all your friends are banned from the Katrina express tonight.” I stab my finger on Miles’s chest as I try to push past him.

Instead of moving, he brings my finger to his lips, planting a soft kiss on it before sucking it into his mouth and wrapping his tongue around it, causing my breath to hitch, before he finally releases it, staring into my eyes with a now cheeky expression on his face, “But the Katrina express is my favorite ride.” He replies, taking a step toward me.

I almost let him wrap his arms around me, but Aphelion stepping into my room whining about Miles not sharing, pulls me from my stupor.

“NOPE! This garage,” I reply, emphasizing my statement by gesturing to my lady bits, “is closed. She’ll be open again sometime in the future.”

“Come on, princess. You can't cut us off like that. Your nectar is like a drug.”

“Well, consider yourself on detox,” I reply, throwing my closet open as I look for an oversized shirt to wear.

I'd started a collection of the guys’ shirts, and the only one I still needed was Luka's, a missing treasure I would be collecting tonight. Closing my closet door, I drop my towel, distracting Miles and Aphelion with my body just enough that I can squeeze past them and leave the room.

“Hey, darl...”Beckett starts before his eyes start to trail over my body hungrily.

He moves his arm around his neck, arching it behind his back as if he's getting ready to take it off.

“Don’t even think about it, Sharkboy,” I growl as I make my way past him.

“Katrina,” Samael’s voice calls to me like a siren as he gently rolls the r when pronouncing my name.

“Don’t you Katrina me Samwise Gamgee,” I reply as I stare down at my prey.

“Umm, kit-kat, is something wrong?” Luka asks nervously.

“Shirt off. NOW!” I demand.

“As you wish,” Luka replies, smiling seductively as he slowly unbuttons his white button-up, revealing his chiseled chest. 

Just as he’s about to cast it to the side, I lunge for it, quickly donning it like it's a second layer of skin.

“Is that what that temper tantrum was all about, Princess?” Aphelion asks, “you could have just said you wanted a shirt.”

I glare Aphelion down, causing him to gulp. “Or not,” He replies.

“What's wrong little demon spawn?” Samael asks as he grabs me by the waist and pulls me down onto his lap.

“Demon spawn?” I ask, turning to face him, my eyebrow raised.

“Yeah, it's fitting, especially after that little tizzy you just threw.”

“You’d be throwing a fit too if you had horny men all over you after you spent thirty minutes scrubbing jizz out of your crevices,” I state, crossing my arms.

“Maybe next time, Luka can be the landing zone.” Samuel wickedly whispers in my ear, causing my traitor of a pussy to throb at the image of my sexy teacher covered in cum. I wonder if Luka would be into that.

I shifted uncomfortably on Samael’s lap as I tried to gain control of my urges. “So what were you all discussing?” I ask, trying to concentrate on anything besides the image that would be permanently burned in my brain.

My men all look at each other sheepishly, and my fighter, Mr. Tough guy, actually blushes. What the hell was going on out here... Oh, maybe they were discussing Luka taking Miles in his mouth.

“So, how long can we keep the council at bay?” I ask, looking into each of my mates’ eyes.

“As long as we keep you busy with school, you won't have any free time for my father or the council to request your presence,” Aphelion responds.

“And how will I stay busy?”

“Easy, you’ll take remedial lessons with me on the weekend, and during the weeknights, we’ll be in here studying,” Luka responds, causing me to groan, which causes him to raise his eyebrow in response.

“It's not you, Professor Sexy. I'm just not big on school.” I state, shrugging my shoulders nonchalantly. You'd think I stabbed Luka in the heart with my response by his reaction.

“It's okay, Professor Sexy; I promise to be a good boy,” Samuel replies, causing Luka to blush.

“Do I have to spend all my free time studying?”

“Of course not, darling; the council doesn't need to know what we are doing on our own time. As long as you ace your studies, there’ll be no doubt that Luka was tutoring you this entire time.”

I slap my hand to my face and let out a loud groan. Great I really would have to spend every free hour studying.

“Alright. Well, that's one less thing to worry about. What about the Etir? Were you able to get rid of it?” I ask, turning slightly to look back at Samael.

“Yes. Thankfully Beckett showed up to offer his assistance. I'm not; I alone could have disposed of it.”

“It’s gone for now, but the sludge is getting stronger. It's already started to morph into monsters.” Beckett states, drawing everyone's attention to him.

“Any idea of who’s behind it?” Miles asks. As I sneak a peek at him, I can tell he’s already strategizing; he is his father’s son and has memorized the art of war.

“No,” Beckett replies.

“But we might have a lead.” Samael states. “The monsters, they kept saying their powers were a blessing bestowed upon them by their master. The only people I can think of who give actual blessings are Angels.”

“You think an angel is controlling the Etir?”Aphelion asks.

“I only know of two Angels powerful enough to control something so dangerous,” Luka states, staring at me before continuing. “Michael and Lilith.”