Bound to Earth

10: Princess? Please, I'm A F*cking Queen.

Every atom in my body vibrated in effort to keep me from freezing to death. No matter how deep I curled into my blanket or snuggled into my pillow, I was still cold. Once I warmed my body, I'd hunt down the person who dared to turn the AC on in the middle of the night.

In the meantime, I'd lay here and freeze until my vibrating atoms did their job. Unless . . .

Keeping the covers wrapped around my body, I shuffled into my living room. Alistar laid on my couch, an arm resting on his forehead. I almost tripped over Malachi, not seeing him sprawled across my floor, covered in blankets.

Jumping over him with a grunt, I made my way towards my next unfortunate victim. Brynjar laid on his stomach, where my coffee table usually rested, only snuggling a pillow. He didn't need any blankets from the amount of heat his body radiated.

Grinning, I contained my laughter as I sat my frozen ass next to his body. What he had coming was the fuckers fault for being so warm. His soft snores only brought me more joy, knowing he had no clue about what I was going to do.

I lifted his shirt slowly, careful not to disturb his peace. As soon as there was enough room for me, I quickly shoved my legs inside his shirt. My skin burned as his heat thawed my bones, and I made sure my icy skin touched as much of him as possible.

His snores abruptly stopped with a sharp inhale and booming voice. "Son of a bitch." A sharp wave of fear slammed into my body, practically knocking me on my ass.

The other two jumped at Brynjar's outburst, in panic. Malachi flicked on the lights, scanning the room. Alistar already had a dagger in hand, ready to gut someone. Both their eyes landed on me and Malachi groaned, flicking the lights back off. 

The click of Alistar's blade sheathing echoed throughout my apartment.

My snickers only worsened when Valentino stepped out of the bedroom, gun in hand. "What's wrong?" This was so much better than I'd expected, scaring the crap out of all four instead of only one. 

Everyone ignored Valentino, dozing off to whatever dreams they were having. Except Brynjar. He flipped over and scooped my feet into his hands, pushing away the blanket wrapped around me to make room for him. "Why the hell are your feet so cold?"

"And here I thought someone was being murdered," Valentino mumbled. He yawned, flicked the safety of his gun on, and slipped back into the bedroom.

I scooted close to him until most of my body was pressed against him, my shivering finally slowing. Brynjar closed his eyes, letting me relax into him at my own pace and possibly falling asleep. My stiff finger cracked as I unclenched them around the blanket and shoved them into the crook of his neck. A low, deep hiss emitted from me.

"Shit." Brynjar's eyes popped open again and everyone ignored the two of us. This time he wrapped his arms around me and tugged until my entire front half was pressed against his. 

"Someone turned on the AC." I slid my hands under his shirt to rest against the hard planes of his stomach. The house was too cold for me to care about boundaries, especially when this felt amazing. Though, it took all my willpower to keep my hands pressed to his stomach and not trace every muscle.

"They did, huh?" He dipped his nose into my hair, a smile curving his lips. It mirrored the smile curving his voice.

"You?" Instantly, I regretted pulling back to glare at him. Huffing, I pressed my face back into the crook of his neck, whispering, "As soon as I'm warm, I'm going to steal your digits."

"Do that in the morning, when you're warm and well rested." He tugged the collar of my shirt, blowing a breath of hot air down my back to emphasize the warmth