Hauntingly Beautiful | Vox x Reader x Alastor

Chapter Eleven

"Better hurry up before someone gets back in my lap." I grin. He laughs softly, clearly amused by my comment. Without hesitation, he picks me up as he stands, throwing me over his shoulder.

I laugh immediately as Vark jumps on Vox's leg. He laughs along with me as he readjusts me over his shoulder. "Sorry buddy, you're out of luck today." He glances down at Vark jumping on his leg, a grin tugging at his lips.

I swing my legs slightly as I rest my forehead on his back. He lets out a soft hum as I rest my forehead against his back. He carries me to the couch and sits down, placing me on his lap.

His arms wrap around my waist, holding me tightly against him. I sink into his touch as Vark jumps up on the couch and curls into himself next to us.

He tightens his grip on my waist as I sink into his touch, pulling me closer. He glances at Vark as he curls up next to us, a hint of a smile on his face. "Looks like he's decided to join us too."

"Poor baby just doesn't want to miss out on anything." I say playfully as I place my hands on Vox's shoulders. He chuckles at my comment, his hands resting on my thighs. "Yeah, he's definitely a spoiled baby. Can't say I blame him though, I wouldn't want to miss out on having you this close either."

I grin as I tilt my head. "Guess you're pretty lucky right now then." He gives me a sly smile, his gaze flicking down to my lips for a moment before meeting my eyes again.

"Yeah, I'd say I'm pretty damn lucky right now." He slides his hands further up my thighs, his grip tightening slightly. "You're clingy today too." I murmur.

He laughs softly, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on my inner thighs. "Can you blame me though? I have you sitting on my lap, looking all cute in your little tank top and shorts."

I shiver slightly from his touch. "Now you think my pyjamas are cute? Wow what did you do to Vox?" He notices the shiver and a smile tugs at his lips, clearly enjoying the effect he has on me.

"Oh come on, don't act so surprised. Just because I tease you for wearing those shorts all the time doesn't mean I don't think you look good in them." He gently squeezes my thighs as if to emphasize his point.

"Hmm. Good to know." He laughs softly again, his gaze roaming over my body. "But you do look pretty damn good in those shorts. They give me a pretty good view." He slides his hands up and under my tank top, his fingers tracing the bare skin of my waist. "So touchy for a man who won't ask me out."

He raises an eyebrow at my comment, his fingers still tracing patterns on my skin. "Oh, so now you want me to ask you out?" He glances down at Vark, who is now fast asleep beside us, before looking back at me. "Are you getting impatient, doll?"

"I think the reporters would love it if you did." I grab his hands and place them back down on my hips. "And who knows? Maybe you'll eventually get more of me."

He chuckles at my comment about the reporters, clearly amused. His hands move back to my hips as I guide them down, his grip tightening. "More of you, huh? You really do like teasing me, don't you, doll?"

"I absolutely love teasing you. You just make it so easy." I smile at him. He huffs out a laugh, his grip on my hips tightening further. "Yeah, you definitely know how to get a rise out of me, I'll give you that."

I laugh slightly. "I do my absolute best." He grins at my response, his fingers digging into my skin just a little bit more. "Yeah, and you're damn good at it too. It's both annoying and incredibly attractive."

I lean in closer to him with a smile without saying a word. He watches me lean in closer, his smile widening as our faces inch closer together. He hums softly, his gaze flickering down to my lips for a moment before meeting my eyes again. "Are you trying to tease me again, doll?" I shrug my shoulders as I continue to watch him.