my life. It’s inexplicably and irrevocably right. I couldn’t sooner lose a limb than I could lose one of them. They own me, just as surely as I own them. Heart, body, and soul.
And maybe it’s time I prove that to them.
Maybe it’s time I claim them as my own, just as they claimed me.
Janie’s scream interrupts my internal ramblings, and my jaw unhinges when I see her lying on the ground, a brown coffee stain on her white blouse. Unfortunately for her, she’s not wearing a bra and her nipples are on clear display.
“Oops. Sorry,” Lucy says, and I would’ve almost believed she was being sincere if I didn’t notice her lips twitch. “I didn’t see you.”
Janie mumbles something inarticulate, climbing to her feet, and Lucy pushes out her walking stick once more, forcing Janie back to the ground with an audible plop.
I bring my hand to my mouth to hide my chuckle as Janie’s face turns red with rage.
Lucy merely grins at me, mouthing, “Jealous bitch.”
And I think I may have just found a friend for life.
21
Katrina
I don’t get to do the big declaration thing after I get home from the coffee shop, because I’m immediately swept into Akor’s arms. “I can’t believe you didn’t call me when an orgy broke out at school!” he complains.
“I…” I shrug, unsure what to say. I found the whole thing awkward at best, eye-gougingly horrific at worst, when I saw the janitor caressing the ass of my ancient science teacher as he shoved his tongue down her throat. “People were making out…”
“Oh, there was way more than making out in the gym,” Raz grumbles as he comes forward and plucks me out of Akor’s arms. He gives me a searing kiss, while I feel a hand slip under my skirt and caress my panties…
Which are stiff and crusted because…well, you know why.
I turn scarlet, and his hand stiffens. “Were you naughty too today, baby girl?” he whispers in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
I bite my bottom lip and nod.
Raz’s grip on me tightens, and his eyes flash red, expression dangerous. “With whom?”
Crap on a cracker.
“Van.”
Akor laughs. “That explains the orgy! Fucker must have busted his magic nut at the same time.”
Raz doesn’t look amused, however. His eyes narrow on me. “That’s a big power surge for him. What exactly did you do?”
Fuck. Shit, no I don’t want to say fuck. I definitely do not want to tell an angry Raz that Van and I fucked. I’m fucked. Not in the good way. My mind is babbling and coming up with absolutely zero good excuses as Raz’s eyes sear holes into my face.
Zolroth strolls up, oblivious to the tension as he straightens his tie—he always has to change out of our “hideous” uniforms immediately after school. “Love, you’re late. Get changed. We’ve got to move!” He claps his hands together to emphasize his point.
That’s a mistake, because the noise just triggers Jason and the menagerie, who come sprinting down the hall and attack him with jumping and lots of licks. Jason even laps at Zolroth’s hand. “Brains?” His tone is frantic, and his butt waggles manically.
I can’t help but giggle as the animals all follow Jason’s lead, yapping and using their little teeth to yank on Zolroth’s expensive, grey plaid trousers.
“Ugh! No! Down! I just put on this suit! Now I need to change again!” My posh British demon storms off, calling out as he retreats, “Set her down, Raz. We can have dirty playtime later. But tips on breaking into Heaven? Those don’t come ’round every day.”
My eyes widen and travel to Raz, who’s holding me up above the yipping dogs, smacking Jason away when the zombie-dog-man tries to sniff my panties.
“They’re back?” I question, not even bothering to be specific. As far as I know, the other demon murder in town are the only “friends” my guys have.
“They’re back,” Raz grumbles. He turns with me still in his arms and wades through the pets down the hall. He passes Kastros, nodding at the big man, who jangles the van keys in his hand.
“We’ll be right there,” Raz says. He brings me to my room and shuts the door behind him. Then he growls, in a voice that makes my panties damp, “I should spank you for playing without me.” His tone is dominant, but I see a little change in his eyes. He’s angry, but hurt too.
Oh no.
My breath catches in my throat, and I can’t break eye