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One point to me, zero to twatwaffle.
may have a slight addiction to lingerie. If it’s lacy and racy, I’ve got to have it!
“Always happy to lend a hand to a damsel in distress.” He smiles. “Or a tongue...or cock…” he adds, lowering his voice, and flashing me such a panty melting smile that has my thighs instantly clenching.
Asher, or Ash, growls low, and fuck me if I don’t clench my thighs a little tighter. Loki notices and smirks. Wanker.
On his back, he has an incredible inked angel, who is down on one knee, head bowed over crossed arms, and hands resting on his knee. His folded wings cover both of Loki’s shoulders, curling over with an air of such desolation that my heart fractures in my chest like ice on a lake in spring.
He really is a fallen angel.
You can do this, Lilly, I repeat to myself. Take the comfort that’s offered. Numb the pain for a little while.
“You gonna let me in or what, Angel?” I sass, one brow raised.
“I think you’ll do just fine here, Pretty Girl.” He grins, looking at me appreciatively once again, then turns to open his door.
“Mi casa es su casa. What’s mine is all yours, Darlin’.” He tells me, waggling his damn eyebrows like some sort of old man comedian.
Bloody hell, Lilly! How many fucking times do we need to drag your head out of that gutter? You may as well take up residence there at this rate!
Hello, nipples. Long time no see. Not.
“Pretty Girl, I'm hoping you weren't joking back there in front of the others. You're wrapped up so nicely, like a present just for me,”
“You’d look exquisite on my bed, and I'd bet you come so prettily all over my sheets,” he purrs against my ear, his voice like dark chocolate, decadent and sinful. “Can I make you come, baby? Can I touch you?”
“When you come, Pretty Girl,” he whispers, kissing my neck, “you’re going to scream my name in that sexy British accent of yours, aren’t you?”
“Good girl.”
He crooks his fingers in a come-hither motion, and my knees buckle, his other arm banding round my waist to keep me upright.
Jax’s rumble is like thunder, and Kai is the shade of a ripe tomato.
Jesus fucking Christ, the siren has us all in her thrall. She needs to be gone, pronto!
Ah, yes. I’m in Loki of the magical fingers’ bed. At Highgate Prep.
“One day, I’ll tell you about it,” he rumbles in the sexiest purr, his voice rough, sending wonderful shivers skittering over my skin.
“Naughty, Pretty Girl,” he chuckles, leaning over and reaching for me.
“But first, I’ve gotta pee,” I sass as I slip out of bed, and he lands on his face with an oomph.
Cue facepalm. Again. And why is there no lock on the fucking door?
Jesus fucking Christ on a cross!
I hear him chuckling whilst saying “man meat” as he walks off.
Fucking man meat!
Wait...what?! Where the fuck did that come from? You’ve been reading too many reverse harem books, Lilly Darling!
“Let’s make one thing clear, Pretty Girl,” he states darkly as he stalks towards me, and I back up until the back of my knees hit the bed. “I’m happy to share,” he smirks, running a finger down my naked side, “but I get the first taste.” With that, he drops to his knees in front of me, then grabs my right leg and slings it over his shoulder. I have to grab the bedpost with my hand for support as he licks me from opening to clit, my sharp intake of breath audible in the room as my core floods with a sudden needy heat.
I swear one day I’m gonna walk out on him in a quivering heap of post orgasm,
“What the fuck, Pretty Girl?” Loki splutters, his hands splayed in the air. “I just fucking rocked your world up there! How am I not your favorite?” He looks at me like I just kicked his puppy, and I can’t help but laugh.
“What is his problem?” I ask as I look up at my angel. Wait! My angel? “Why does he hate me?”
“Loki,” Jax rumbles, a warning note in his voice. I swear every time that man speaks, somewhere a fairy orgasms.
“Did you just…” I start, staring at him, completely stunned and feeling giddy. “Did you just fucking Beauty and the Beast me?” I’m knocked for six.
“Christ, Lilly,” he moans. “You make me fucking wild for you,” he murmurs, kissing me back hard whilst walking us towards the stacks.
“Now, Pretty Girl, I’m gonna make you come first with my hand, then as your beautiful pussy is still fluttering, I’m gonna fill you up with my cock and fuck you until you see stars,” he promises as I whimper beneath his touch.
“This time you can’t scream my name, you have to be quiet because we’re in a library, and the books deserve respect.”
“She’s probably flicking the bean in the fantasy section,” he scoffs.
I can't believe I met her with his fingers knuckle deep inside me!
Floor swallow me now, please.
I’ll make sure she uses mine again tomorrow. I’ll fill the whole fucking shower with bottles of the stuff if she keeps smelling like me.
She makes me forget that I’m damaged, a devil, filled with a black soul and rotten on the inside. When I’m with her, I feel like there might just be a glimmer of light hiding beneath the pitch black.
We are the Black Knights after all.
“Oh, Pretty Girl, don't be mad! I'd love to read one of your ‘not a gangbang’ books,”
“I know it’s not worth a damn, and won’t change anything, but I’m so sorry she died, Pretty Girl,” he says gently and kisses me on the head.
A girl is hurrying down the corridor, her artfully tousled, blonde wavy hair flying behind her. She’s wearing a faded pink ‘save the turtles’ baggy cropped t-shirt, a shell necklace, light blue cropped denim jeans, and white trainers. In her hand, she carries a metal water bottle covered in stickers and has a backpack slung over one shoulder.
I didn’t know girls actually did that. And how fucking rude is this eco warrior cumbubble to just ignore me? Are we in some fucked up teen romance movie?
Fucktwollop.
Your time will come, thundercunt.
I sigh, glancing round the room and catching the eye of The Cumdumpster, aka Amber, sitting at another table.
