Dark Kings (Feathers and Fate #1) - Sadie Moss Page 0,59

finally yanks himself back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he breathes heavily. There’s a dark spot at the front of his pants, the fabric tented over his still semi-hard length, and the sight of it makes my belly do a little flip-flop.

He came. In his pants.

I don’t think he meant to. I don’t think he meant to do any of that. It’s like he couldn’t help himself, like the attraction crackling between us was too much for him to bear.

The thought makes my heart race, a fresh jolt of arousal shooting through me.

I’m panting; my whole body feels like a limp noodle, and if it weren’t for the wall behind me holding me up, I’d be a puddle on the floor. That orgasm was hard, fast, and wild, and it feels like I’m still riding it. I had no idea my body was even capable of sensations like that. I didn’t know that roughness could feel good.

We stare at each other for a moment, both of us breathing hard. I have no idea what to do.

“Get ready,” Ford says, his voice rough like it’s been scraped out from the bottom of a barrel.

Then he leaves without another word.

For a couple minutes, I don’t even try to move. I just rest my head against the wall and stare up at the ceiling, drawing in deep lungfuls of air.

Finally, I press away from the wall and walk back over to the mirror on wobbly legs. Oh, man. I’m an absolute mess. My hair’s a total bird’s nest, my lipstick is smeared all over my face, and my dress is twisted on my body.

I can’t believe I did that. That we did that.

The worst part is that I’m kind of turned on all over again, looking at myself like this. I look completely wrecked. I look like I’ve just had a dirty tryst up against the wall in a back-alley bar.

I look the opposite of an angel.

And a part of me kind of likes it.

Pull yourself together, Trin, I tell myself sternly. You’re a warrior. You’re a badass bitch.

I’m aware that my language has definitely gotten a lot more coarse since I started spending time with the sins, but there’s something powerful and fortifying about curse words.

And right now, I need all the fortification I can get.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Trinity

I fix up my hair and makeup and make sure that I’m all done up in my dress, even if I’m still not sure that I look all that good in it. But whether I can pull this look off or not is a moot point now, because we’ve got to go.

“Angel, we don’t have all day,” Beckett calls a while later from the living room. “I know time moves differently up Above, but sometime this millennium would be ideal.”

I slip my high heels on—oh, sheesh, I am not used to doing that, please don’t let me fall over—and walk out to join the four men. “Okay, okay. I’m ready.”

Beckett is standing near the window wearing a tuxedo. All of them are in tuxedos, actually, although I notice some subtle differences in each one, such as in the lining. Beckett’s lining is green, Ford’s is red, Remington’s is pink, and Phoenix’s is blue. They all look far too handsome for their own good—or, rather, for mine. I need to stop being so attracted to all of them and focus.

I’m busy trying to calm myself, so it takes me a moment to realize that all the men are staring at me.

Ford’s jaw is tight, although he doesn’t have the same surprised expression on his face as the others—which makes sense, seeing as how he already saw me in my bedroom. He’s the reason I took so long getting ready, since I basically had to do it all over again after he wrecked my hair and makeup.

But the other three? They look…

Oh, for goodness’ sake, it doesn’t matter how they’re looking at me! Why should I care if they’re gazing at me as if they’ve never seen anything quite like me before? As if I’ve knocked them into stunned silence?

I don’t care what their opinion of me is. And I still feel ridiculous in this dress. So there.

“Can we go?” I ask when the quiet stretches on and it looks like none of the men are going to stop staring at me with unreadable expressions on their faces.

Beckett seems to snap out of it first. He glares down at the floor, obviously irritated