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“So…” I began, “guess you’re sticking to Sweet Rose and Saint’s gonna be Blossoming Flower?”
He knew I was trying to tame his desire to obliterate the Vatican at the mere thought of them trying to target me, and he went along with it.
“You’re whatever I want to call you,” he muttered.“Sweet Bitch.”
I rolled my eyes. “Now, now,” I began and lifted my hand to flick away his fingernail that surely was sharp enough to slice through the poor fabric. “You ain’t getting shit with that attitude.”
He seemed unsatisfied with my response, and I simply shrugged and crossed my arms over my chest so he wouldn’t be able to see my cleavage.
“Respect me and you get this wet pussy for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Don’t, and I’m calling Dimitris and waking Viktor from the realms of sleep to come to kick your ass out.”
The way his lips turned into a pout made the corners of my own lips threaten to rise in amusement, but he let out a huff and grabbed my hand that had flicked his away. Without hesitation, he lifted my palm to his lips and pressed firmly - the action igniting a pinch of pain and a whole lot of unexpected pleasure.
It took everything I had not to moan as I shivered at the rush of frost that ran through me like a jolting spark. "Saint,” I hissed, and all he did was grin triumphantly against my flesh.
“You turn me on when you get all cocky like that,” he growled and proceeded to kiss the same sensitive spot. “Now, he’s not the only one who marked you.”
I blinked in confusion before retrieving my hand from his grasp just to see the black magic circle with various symbols in the spaces and a large cross that ran through the middle.
“Did you just give me a satanic mark?” I exclaimed and looked back to see the Dark Lord had run the fuck away. Saint blinked a few times, looking so confused before his eyes lowered to my hand and grew massive.
“Oh fucking shit,” he cursed and reached for my hand to see the damage for himself. “I’m gonna kill that fucker.”
I had to roll my eyes. “You can’t kill the other side of yourself, fool.”
“Well, I can try. Fuck, does it hurt?” Saint asked as he carefully traced his finger over it. I flinched slightly, but that was because it was so sensitive that I’d cum just from the touch of it.
Which maybe was a little weird to acknowledge.
"Not hurt…just…uh…” My whole face went red. “Nothing. Just don’t touch it anymore.”
I retracted my hand for added measure, but my holy playboy wasn’t having any of that.
“To the first aid kit!” he declared.
“To the wha-AH!” He had me in his arms and waltzing out of the room without a second thought. “Saint?!” I hissed. “No one is guarding Roberto.”
“Jayce is down the hall,” he announced and simply walked faster.“Hey, Jayce. Can you cover for five?”
“Sure,”Jayce replied, though he sounded suspicious.“What did you do?”
“Nothing,”Saint hummed, and that got the others’ attention.
“He had to have done something,”Onyx announced.
“Sounds guilty as fuck,”Loki announced, which surprised even me.
Loki? Is that you?
“Good morning, Sweets,”Loki greeted.“Did the playboy sinner do something stupid?”
“Before you ask, princess, I gave Loki the bracelet so he could be a part of the pack bond,”Milo stated, jumping into the conversation.“Figured after this morning’s fiasco it would be smart to get him on board.”
Are you guys all awake? Dimi? Oh Dimi?
“Don’t wake him up,”Saint whined as he used his back to open the door to what seemed to be a supply room.
Hey. We can’t enter here!
