Curse of the Fae (PA #3)

Chapter Four

Willow

Operation Bone Ragnar is going worse than expected.

Yes, Romeo came up with that name.

No, he won't let me change it.

My plan to seduce Ragnar and lose our collective virginity is already moving at the speed of incredibly slow things. We haven't graduated from kissing—which I always have to initiate—and now he's seen me naked and aglow from something he isn't part of.

For a brief second, he looks at my body, his face contorting into an expression I've never seen before. I have no idea if it's good or bad because he immediately shutters his emotions and moves his attention to the ceiling.

Ragnar gives us a ten-minute warning before leaving, but none of us move. I'm sitting with my thoughts, Galileo is probably contemplating how to return to his room and his shower without being rude—he's extra nice after killing his father—and Romeo wears a dopey grin as he stares at me.

"I think you pumped out Lust in your sleep again, Rome," I say.

It's the only explanation I'll accept for how I practically mauled Galileo. We've been on speaking terms for less than twenty-four hours, which seems far too soon to be panting for his dick like an animal in heat.

I have a plan, for Satan's sake!

Riding Galileo's cock is not part of that plan. Not until I've had Ragnar's first, anyway.

On paper, Ari makes the most sense. I don't doubt our love for each other, and he hasn't hurt me like several of the others have.

But Ari genuinely does not care about concepts like virginity. I don't think he'll even really care if we never have sex. He has desires, but they run much deeper than just the physical.

Romeo would care too much, even if he claims he doesn't. The idea of being my first would probably reignite the sense of possessiveness he's been fighting.

My relationship with Galileo is too rocky, Kian is too unstable, and I'll fuck Alex before he gets the chance to fuck me.

Darragh is...

Well, I don't know yet.

The mate bond isn't riding me like it was earlier; I don't have this incessant need to be close to him. I can feel the distance between us, and there's a slight pull, but it's manageable and easy enough to suppress.

He's not an option. He might never be.

Losing my virginity to Ragnar makes sense to me, and that's the only thing that matters.

"Yeah," Rome agrees, confusing me.

Did I say any of that out loud?

Galileo sits up, checking his wrist for the time then sighing when he realizes his watch is gone.

Too much blood, I want to remind him, but I don't. The sticky liquid got stuck in the metal grooves, and he took it off when he undressed for our shower.

"I'm not complaining," the angel says. "Any day that starts with Willow's taste on my tongue is a good one."

He tips my chin until I'm forced to meet his sparkling eyes. "I expect you to be sitting front row in my classroom. Take a shower first because no one gets to smell my baby satisfied but me. Seven minutes. Don't be late."

Galileo vanishes and Rome pounces. Wrapping his arms around me, he speaks into my hair. "You heard the man, Low. He was all sexy and gruff, and I could totally see you swooning. He was being a bit delusional since I can smell you too, but whatever. I'll scrub you nice and clean so we can dirty you up again later."