Fallen Kings

17

She pokes a finger at his chest. “Who I sleep with is no longer your concern. You gave up that right, and news flash, I will definitely not be sleeping with you again. Not after what you did. Besides, you refuse to share me with Kassiel,and I’m not giving him up. Unlike you, he actually treats me well.”

“Okay, that’s enough.” I step between them and push them both back. “All I wanted was a nice quiet dinner at home with the woman I care about. Callan, you’re welcome to have dinner with us if you’re going to be civil.”

“Hard pass,” he says, before walking out of the room. A moment later I hear the front door slam.

Liv blows out a long breath. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have antagonized him like that. He just drives me crazy.”

I kiss her on the cheek. “He’s easy to antagonize. Don’t sweat it. He’ll get over it.”

The worst part is that Callan’s right. Olivia does need to take another lover, or we’ll all grow weak. I remember how bad Bastien got last year when she was only feeding on two of us. Three is better, but she’s not seeing Kassiel very often, and it will start to tax us over time. It probably already is.

“Let’s eat and you can tell me all about school.” I gesture for her to sit down and then begin serving up the food on plates. “I miss it, you know. Being an adult is so boring.”

She laughs and the tension from before slips away. “How’s the new job?”

“Like I said, boring. Angels don’t need much healing, after all. I have nothing to do all day.” I’m a part-time assistant at the one and only clinic in Angel Peak. Another Malakim named Sienna runs the place, and I fill in for her and help out as needed, but in a town of angels, there’s really not much for us to do. As the son of Raphael and a powerful healer myself, I was offered many prestigious jobs all around the world, but I turned them down so I could stay close to Liv, and so I would have enough free time and flexibility to keep looking for the Staff. Plus, this gives me plenty of time to visit my mom, who had a baby a few months ago—my little half-brother Griffin. They live out in the big angel town near Yuma, Arizona, with my mom’s current guy, an Ofanim named Ervin.

I sit beside Olivia at the table. “The highlight of my week was when a pregnant woman came in for a routine check-up. Reminded me of my mom.”

“How’s she doing? And little Griffin?” Liv asks. “He’s so cute in his photos.”

I smile, thinking of his happy smile and chubby cheeks. “They’re good. Really good. I hope you can meet them sometime.”

“Me too. It’s so exciting that you have a little baby brother. I’d love to meet your mom finally.” She takes a bite and makes happy sounds. “Also, this is amazing. You need to cook for me more often.”

I can’t help but grin. “I’d love to. Maybe when this is all over we can get a big house and live together. I’ll cook for you every night.”

She laughs, but it sounds a little nervous, and I worry I’ve crossed a line. I got too serious too fast or something. Olivia can be skittish about that stuff. But surely she knows how much I care about her. And not just me, but Bastien too. That guy has never loved anyone, but I’m pretty sure he loves her. Kassiel must also, if he risked so much to be with her while he was her professor.

And then there’s Callan. I hope the two of them can get over their issues and make up, but it won’t happen unless he apologizes and does some serious groveling. I think Liv needs him, even if she doesn’t want to admit it.

When we’re done eating, I take Olivia’s hand to pull her out of her seat and into my lap. I instantly see the change my touch brings, as her breath quickens and her eyes darken. Not because she’s using her powers on me, but because neither of us can touch the other without a spark of desire. Her hands rest on my chest and for a few seconds we just stare into each other’s eyes. Then we start kissing, and I taste the red wine on her lips while my c**k hardens at the feel of her body against mine. The dress she’s wearing is a little black number with tiny straps and a slit up the thigh, which I’m sure is just taunting me. I slide a hand along her leg and up that slit, savoring the feel of her smooth skin and the way she kisses me harder at my touch. My fingers find some little lace panties under her dress and I easily shove them aside to discover her already wet and slick with desire for me. She moans her approval as I tease her c**t, while my tongue slides into her mouth.

With my other hand I tug the tiny straps of her dress down, and then I drag my lips away from her sensual mouth so I can taste her neck. Her shoulder. The swell of her breast. She shoves my shirt up at the same time, her fingers trailing across my chest, finding my own n*****s and pinching a little. We’re both driving each other wild, and although I was planning to take this to the bedroom, I sense we both can’t wait that long. I know I promised to take this dress off, but I kind of want to f**k her in it, and those sexy little heels too. I yank her panties down her legs, then adjust her so she’s straddling me, her core pressed right against my hard c**k. Her fingers work quickly to unbutton my jeans and yank them open between kisses, until she frees my length and grips it in her hand. I groan at the way she pumps me once, and then she adjusts her hips so my c**k slides right into her.