Chapter One-Hundred-And-Twenty-Five
Chapter One-Hundred-And-Twenty-Five
Ryder
Damn, now I was thinking about it. Naked, wet flesh beneath me, wanting and in need as much as I was begging me to take her. Those deeply red lips parted as I pleasured her in any way that randomly crossed my mind.
Her head turned to me and flashed me a brilliant smile.
“Oh!”
“What?”
“Kev has an imagination on him,” Catalym said in a slightly hoarse voice.
Kev just continued to grin. “Thought so.”
He looked triumphant, but Catalym looked calculative. She leaned forward, her fingertip trailing down his chin. Kev’s mouth fell open, and I smiled
when he received a good dose of her power. His body began to shake, eyes boring into hers. A soft moan escaped his parted lips.
“And that’s just the beginning,” she whispered.
“Fuck.” He blinked in a daze and looked at me. “You’re one lucky son of a bitch.”
My smile widened, and I rose.
“Boy, get out. Have to get my woman dressed.” I ran through the math on how long before we had to be at work and the likelihood of finding that couch. “Do I want to know?”
“Probably not.” Catalym giggled.
“All right then.” I nodded and let it go.
She seemed to listen for something right before a loud bellow of laughter sounded from the direction of the kitchen.
“I’m serious, man! You have fluorescent pink hair!” Gene yelled.
“Catalym!”
“Oops. Did I do that?”
Gene’s footsteps could be heard running away from the hallway and down the stairs, paying for my woman’s antics; I was sure, “What the hell! I didn’t do it.”
“Again, do I want to know?”
“Figured if I repeated what I had done to the last guy, Kev wouldn’t be up for work tonight,” Catalym said with a still amused gleam in her eyes at the memory. “I was having a terrible day.”
I could imagine.
A frustrated shriek burst from behind me, and I turned back to her, “Umm, wow.”
With pure male fascination at her latest attire, I wondered why this thought hadn’t crossed my mind. I would have to thank Kevlar later.
Her feet were encased in pink-satin, heeled slippers with something rather puffy that looked like feathers but not quite. Pink-tinted hose comprised a pink lace garter belt over satin panties and a bra.
This was what Kevlar had thought about!
“This is just so wrong.” Catalym blew her long bangs from her face, the glistening strands glowing in the dying sunlight, shining from the window beyond. "Even though they say revenge is best served cold... I will settle for mine being warm."
Oh no, baby, it looks…” I raked her entire, luscious body before continuing, “Good.”
She rolled her eyes and tried to walk by me, but I caught her in my arms.
“I mean good. Tasty, addicting, and beautiful are just small words.” I led her hand to my cock, and her fingers closed around it. “Let me think about the big words.”
“Very big. But just let me do one thing?” she pleaded, clearly worried about upsetting me.
My teeth gritted at how she expected me to deny her something, as if I would want to control her like the others before me. The ones who had become…
“Addicted.” Catalym escaped my grasp with my consent.
Her eyes narrowed in good-humored challenge before rushing out the door with me close at her heels just in time to see Kev run down the hallway to the stairs.
Catalym flicked a finger just as he hit the last step, whispering under her breath so rapidly and fluidly that it was second nature.
She didn’t hesitate in her words, something almost all vampires did in spell-work. Her prose flow made the air shimmer around her as if it were alive.
“Oh, I’m going to get revenge so sweet, they haven’t even created a name for it yet,” Kev said in exasperation.
In the middle of the foyer, Kev stopped dead when he felt the cold breeze against his legs. He gaped down at himself with the utmost wounded, appalled expression I’d ever seen.
She’d clothed him in a silk pink nightgown that rode high on his ass, trimmed in pink feathers. His hair was still bright pink, tinged with darker tips now.
“What did I do to you?” He touched the soft material and curtsied with narrowing eyes.
“Still reading your thoughts, and I’m far more flexible than that.” Catalym flicked her hand again.
Kev stumbled as terrifyingly high pink-feathered stiletto slippers matching her own appeared. When his face went blank, she burst out into laughter.
“I am teaching you a lesson on being a girl since you seem to know so much about the concept.”
He started forward, a mock-threatening growl emitting from his throat. She squealed and disappeared.
“Coward,” he yelled at the ceiling. A long pink wig appeared on his head, the curls trailing in a cotton candy cloud.
“I need to start getting danger pay for looking out for her. She is worse than Sara and Kelly put together times three,” he grumbled before he tried to zap the offending clothes but failed miserably.
He grunted in disgust.
“Can’t remove them, can you?” I grinned evilly at my friend’s obvious plight.
“Nope. She is much older than I am, and her magic is resistant. But no worries, I will get her back for this.” His heels clicked on the tiles as his feet stumbled, trying to gain ground.
I headed into the kitchen through the foyer, shaking my head.
“That’s a good look for you, Kevlar,” Kelly needled from Marcus’ lap. Sara dramatically high-fived her in passing and then doubled over with more laughter.
“It’s good we have another woman in our midst to even the scales a bit,” Sara said gleefully while getting a soda from the fridge.
“Especially one with significant power like she has. A cat can give everyone around here quite a wallop when she wants to. Ohhh! I can’t wait to see what happens when one of them pisses her off.” Kelly bounced on Marcus’ lap. It was hard to miss the heated look he gave the back of her head.
Catalym walked back into the kitchen, smelling sweetly of roses and freesia, smiling at Kelly. Long ringlets cascaded around her like the pink wig on Kev’s head. She wore tight, black jeans that seemed a favorite and a RedLine work shirt.
The curves of her lush body were tempting, giving me an almost uncontrollable urge to take her back to the bedroom and make us very, very late.