Supernatural Inmate (Supernatural Captivity #1) - Avery Song Page 0,73

stand from afar and crush on him."

"And you?"

"I am an approachable, sexy guard with a soft complexion and eyes that can stop hearts from beating." He winked seductively, blowing a kiss my way for added emphasis.

Now I did spurt out my soup, unable to stop the wave of laughter that shook me. "Stop. I can't. This has to be fake."

"Totally real." He chuckled. "You're lucky they fixed the sound barrier stuff or I'd have to keep you quiet."

"Oh, really? How would you do that?" I taunted. His pleased grin only widened as he looked down the hall before unlocking my cell. Slipping through the small space, he slid it closed and headed to where I was sitting on the floor.

Reaching for the napkin to pat away the bits of soup that got on my chest and wiping my mouth, I gave him my full attention as he lifted the mini table that held my dinner, replacing the empty spot with himself.

When he was sitting cross-legged, I rolled my eyes.

"Well, would you look at that. You've kept me quiet for five seconds. Now why are you sitting right in front of me?"

"I was going to give you a gift."

"Oh really?" I arched an eyebrow. "Where is it?"

He dramatically cleared his throat and bowed his head like I was royalty.

"Princess Cassandra, I've come bearing the greatest gift of all time." His noble voice almost had me giggling again.

"Which is?"

"Me!" He put both of his arms up, his hands lowering to the sides of his face before he literally made his way down like he was caressing his body with baby oil.

I covered my mouth with my hand to muffle my snickers.

"Why are you laughing?" he questioned. "I'm a holy temple."

"Yeah, right!" I giggled. "Holy temple of what? Seduction? Cum?!"

"Stop this." He looked hurt by my words, but I kept on giggling.

"You're an incubus. You're nowhere close to this 'holy' temple you speak of, unless it revolves around sex."

"Princess, you hurt my soul," he said dramatically, but had that sexy grin on his lips.

"I mean no harm to your soul, but your attempts to keep me quiet have obviously failed."

"Darn." He sighed. "If Otis was here, he'd be good at this."

"He'd glare at us until we submitted to the silence his anger demands from us," I reasoned.

"Ah, true. Brother needs therapy."

"Didn't we try that?"

"Yeah." Adonis smirked mischievously. "He was able to make the poor therapist silent for the entire session. It was actually pretty funny."

"Otis needs a chill pill."

"Or a hug from you. That kiss he gave you when he went all apologetic was kind of hot." His reminder had me blushing.

"Out of the four of you, I would think he liked me the least," I noted. "He's always so...well… angry." I pointed out the obvious.

"I've known about Otis's feelings for you for ages. Just like I've known you liked us."

"Really?" I found it so strange that they liked me just as I liked them, and we'd never been able to confront that love due to our devotion to remaining friends. To maintaining the bond we shared.

"Yup, even though I would have kicked him out of the picture any day to be with you, Cass." He winked as I shook my head.

“What about bros before hos?”

“First off, you’re not a ho.”

“Aww.”

“You’re a bro.”

“Fuck off."

He smirked, but with a blink, I was against the cement floor, his hands holding both my wrists captive above my head while his body pressed against mine, igniting a heat I was getting far too used to between my aching legs.

“Second of all, out of all of us, I'm the one with power and control to make you mine and mine alone, and yet I didn’t.”

“Why?" I questioned, my voice low as I curiously looked into his purple eyes that darkened with hunger. "Because you respect your bros?”

“No.” He grinned. “I respect you, Cassandra, and that level of loyalty is enough to make my throbbing cock shrivel with patience.”

Now that is what you call romance.

Before I could acknowledge his words, he was gone. I had to do a double-take before I spotted him standing outside my cell, leaning against the wall as he twirled the keys on his index finger.

This asshole!

"Did you just seduce me on purpose?"

"Yes. But if you want the truth, a guard is gonna be here any minute."

Talk about a cold revelation leaving you hanging.

Damn guard!

The person in question arrived, glancing into my cell as I sat up and leaned back down as though I was