He would be exploring that discovery to the fullest once she conceded.
“Wh-what could you possibly offer?” Her words lacked the punch she obviously meant to deliver. It pleased him immensely.
“I know Osiris’s home location,” he replied. “And I think you’ll find there are very few of us with that information.”
She trembled as he removed his hand to venture south. He wanted to test the limits of her desire.
“That’s not useful,” she argued, even as she arched subtly into him.
Oh, what he wouldn’t give to be inside her head right now. The debate had to be amusing.
“No?” he asked as his fingers popped the button on her jeans and drew down the zipper. “How long do you plan to roam Earth, angel? Because Osiris doesn’t frequent the Arcadia often. He only visited this evening for a Conclave, which I assume is why your council sent you tonight.”
She fought to hold his gaze as he traced the seam of her panties. Silk. An interesting choice for a Seraphim.
“When is the next Conclave?” she asked on an exhale. Such a sultry tone bemoaning sex. How could she not hear it?
Sethios explored lower, to the damp juncture between her thighs. “Oh, angel, you’re not even providing a challenge.”
He dropped his forehead to hers as he fought the urge to rip her pants off and fuck her against the wall. Because she was more than ready, and her kind didn’t break. He could go as hard and as long as he wanted.
Damn.
The images bombarding his thoughts almost derailed his focus, but he reined them back.
There would be no slow introduction to sex, however, he would have her consent first.
And he might make her beg a little, purely for fun. After he fucked her at least once first.
“As to when,” he continued, referring to her question regarding the Conclave, “it could be months or years. Unless you plan to cause problems in the city?”
Her throat bobbed as she tried to form words, but his thumb had found a spot she couldn’t ignore. He played her skillfully, creating waves of quivers that started at her pelvis and rolled through every limb.
She tried to tug her arms free, but he held them steady, refusing to give her an inch. A power play, one he needed to win her over. She thought she was the higher being based on birthright, but he would prove her wrong.
His mortal mother strengthened him more than she knew. It’s what grounded him and also granted him the power he claimed as his Ichorian gift. Hypnosis was very useful and close enough to compulsion that few realized the extent of his abilities.
Not that he wanted to use either talent on Caro now.
Fucking her into oblivion would be so much sweeter with proper consent.
“What do you say, angel?” he whispered, his lips brushing hers. “I’ll give you the information you need in exchange for a night in my bed. Does that sound practical enough to you?”
3
Knives or Clothes
Caro shouldn’t agree.
Surely Osiris visited the Arcadia more than Sethios implied.
Although, his comment regarding why the High Council sent her tonight was accurate. They had instructed her to wait until the Conclave finished, then approach her quarry.
But Sethios found her first.
And now he was touching her in enlightening ways.
She shivered beneath his devilish ministrations. The sensation he evoked baffled her. Both hot and cold, underlined in desperation. She didn’t understand it but felt compelled to learn more.
