Wicked Wings

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I hear the snap of the other men’s wings flaring wide, and then we descend upon the unsuspecting woman.

The poor thing. She has no idea what’s coming for her.

Chapter Five

Olivia

T

he angels stretch their shining wings out and catch the sunlight, practically blinding me—and then they descend. They hit the ground in a rush, landing in a triangle around me, so close that the rush of air makes my hair fly back. I’m suddenly surrounded by three of the most gorgeous men to ever walk the Earth, and you’d think that would make it my lucky day, except none of them are smiling. The one in front of me is the biggest, with muscles Thor would be jealous of and the strong jaw and golden hair of Captain America. His wings are pure white and edged in gold, and everything about him is large and imposing and all male. He gives me a look that tells me he’s the boss here, and he’s used to getting his way. His alpha male attitude is a major turn on, I’ll admit.

Until he opens his mouth, that is.

“You don’t belong here.”

Does he know who I am? Has Jonah told him about me? Time to find out. I prop my hands on my hips and face him down. “Is that so?”

“Leave now, and it won’t be a problem,” his voice commands. I’m not sure he has any other way of speaking. He’s obviously used to telling people what to do. Unfortunately for him I’ve never been one for following orders.

“Hmm,” I pretend to think about it with my head c****d. “How about no.”

I start to brush past him, but one of the other muscular men stretches out a bronze and white wing to block my path. This guy’s got olive skin, dark brown hair with a hint of a curl, and a sensual mouth I’d love to kiss. He stands with a deceptively casual pose and has a cocky tilt to his chin, like he knows how good-looking he is and knows that you know it too. He could be Latino, Middle Eastern, or something else—he’s got one of those faces that could pass for just about anything. A lot of angels do, actually. Probably because they’re not from Earth originally.

“We’re not done speaking with you,” he says.

“Listen to us,” the third angel adds in a sharp voice. He’s beautiful, as all angels are, but in an unconventional way. More interesting-looking than handsome, with strong cheekbones, a sharp jaw, and cold eyes radiating intelligence and arrogance in equal measure. He’s tall and lanky, and with his shiny black hair he reminds me of a raven, even though his wings are dark gray with silver streaks. If he were in a superhero movie, he’d be the sexy villain you love to hate. “If we say you don’t belong here, then you don’t.”

I let out a huff. “Is this because I’m half human?”

Their leader nods. “Exactly. We don’t want your kind here.”

“It’s for your own good,” the bronze-winged angel says. “You shouldn’t be at this school.”

“I think I know what’s best for me, thanks.” The sarcasm drips off me like sweat. This is not how I planned this first interaction with my brother’s friends. Nope, my plan involved a lot more flirting and seduction and convincing them to reveal their secrets after a round or two of hot s*x. That’s definitely not in the cards now that I’ve seen what overbearing assholes they are. I’m going to have to come up with a Plan B to get information from them. “I’m not leaving, so you might as well put those flashy wings away and let me pass. Or better yet, tell me where I can find the dorms to put my stuff.”

“I can help you with that,” a female voice says behind me. She moves to my side while frowning at the men. “Really, you three. I expected better of you.”

She takes my arm and leads me away while they scowl at us. She has strawberry blond hair, pale skin, and big, warm eyes with a hint of sadness that I nearly miss. I recognize her immediately from a photo I saw on my brother’s phone.

“Thanks, but I was handling it.” My blood is still burning after interacting with those jerks, even as it sings with desire too. I wanted those men, all three of them. One at a time or all-together, I’m not picky. Being a succubus is such a pain sometimes.

Except I’m not the only one experiencing the lust. A steady trickle of it gives me a little boost of energy, and I realize all three men are not only looking at me with disgust, but with desire too. Thanks for the snack, boys.

“I’m sure you were, but women should stick up for each other, especially when men are involved.” She gives me a kind smile. “Besides, you seem a little lost. I can show you around. I’m Grace, by the way.”

I can’t believe my luck. First, I run into my brother’s friends, and even though they turned out to be grade-A jerks, the encounter saved me from having to track them down. Now Jonah’s girlfriend is befriending me. I can definitely work with this.

I give her a friendly smile, turning on the innocent, naïve act I gave Jophiel. “You’re right, I could use some help, thanks. I’m Olivia, but call me Liv.” I glance back at the men. They’ve returned to the bell tower and are glaring down at me through a large window, although they’ve put away their wings. “Is everyone here so rude?”

“Not everyone. Those are the Princes, as they’re called here, and they think they can boss everyone around.” She shakes her head.