Her eyes narrowed. “Seraphim do not take mates.”
He cleared his throat, focusing on her statement instead of the monogamous inclinations rolling around in his head. “Then what are you requesting of me?”
Her eyebrows curved downward as she considered. “A partnership. I want us to work together to keep our daughter safe.”
“That I can do.” He threaded his fingers through her hair to hold her in place when she attempted to pull away. “What else?”
Her gaze dropped to his lips, then slowly slid upward. “Sex.”
His lips quirked upward. “Now? Or ongoing?”
“Both.”
“Exclusively?” he asked, curious as to where she saw this going. Because the notion of her bedding another man did not agree with him. Nor did he possess the desire to fuck anyone other than Caro. Such a fascinating development.
“Maybe.” She pressed him back into the mattress and straddled his hips. The blanket fell from her naked body, giving him a view he could definitely admire for eternity. “For now. Yes.”
Sethios didn’t do commitment, but Caro tempted him in a way few others ever had. Hell, the woman had outperformed all his former conquests in the bedroom and proven she could handle his darker desires. Why would he give that up?
“For now.” He reaffirmed his grip in her hair and used it to guide her downward so her breasts touched his chest. “To be renegotiated at a later time.”
She nodded, her lips brushing his. “Yes. When we decide a change is needed.”
“Okay.” He slid his hand to the back of her neck and squeezed. “Are you ready to beg me, sweetheart?”
“I’m ready for you to fuck me with your cock,” she replied, her legs squeezing his upper thighs. “You mentioned three methods. Teach me all of them.”
His brows rose. “Feeling adventurous?”
“Stop teasing and fuck me, Sethios. Now.”
God, with a mouth like that? Yeah, he might keep her for eternity after all.
“As you wish, darling.”
15
A New Partnership
Gabriel sipped the brandy the bartender poured for him and determined Sethios’s brand from a few weeks ago was superior to this one. It still tasted better than all the drinks offered at home.
Seraphim didn’t value flavor, something Gabriel felt needed to change. In addition to several other customs, like allowing the fated line the ability to determine the future of every living being.
He downed the rest of his drink and signaled for another just as Ezekiel wandered inside.
“See, I knew I liked you,” the Ichorian said as he took a seat beside him. “I’ll have one as well, love.” The redhead behind the bar grinned at them and grabbed two glasses.
Ezekiel appeared exactly the same as the first time they met, in a black leather jacket, jeans, long hair falling over his shoulders, and a lip ring. Except now he had tattoos on his hands. “Why did you color your knuckles?”
“Boredom,” he replied. “It heals in about six hours, making it only temporary, so I have to do it all over again if I want to maintain it.”
“That sounds illogical.”
“I like pain.”
“Clearly.” Because his skin looked positively angry at him for brutalizing it. “Perhaps you should try inflicting it on someone else instead.” Ezekiel struck him as the sadist type.
“Oh, now, you see, I would; alas, I’m rather committed to Skye.”
