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This is the anatomy of an angel.

And there’s only one angel I know…

Why would a suspected lab of a deadly virus have this?

“Fuck!”

Before anyone can stop me, I turn on my heels and break into a run.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

SERAFINA

Only good girls get orgasms?!

“What the fuck!” I sputter out, gaping at Xander and the smug smirk gracing his lips.

I can totally stab my mates for denying me orgasms, right? That’s a lawful thing, isn’t it? Because it’s definitely what I’m going with.

“I don’t believe I stuttered, Ms. Jenkins,” Xander retorts, arching a dark brow at me.

Bad body. You should not be responding to that, especially since he’s not following through, I scold myself as I continue to glare at the man still boxing me against a wall.

My fingers twitch at the urge to release my bracelet, but Xander’s shadows wrap around the band, keeping me from releasing it.

Oh, please. If I were really going to stab him, I have a lot more options than just my bracelet. Even if it is one of my favorites.

“Knife play isn’t my thing, Ms. Jenkins. Keep that to your other mates,” Xander warns, though it’s easy to see the humor twinkling in his eyes.

I sniff haughtily. “I wasn’t going to use my knife.”

Much.

Xander hums in his throat but releases his shadow, turning slightly to inspect the room around him.

I move my hand, but it’s not my knife I’m going for. I’m so damn close, and if he won’t help me, then I’m going to take care of this myself. I’ve been denied enough things in my life. I’m not going to keep that momentum going. Self-produced orgasms are still far better than no orgasms.

I quietly slide my fingers under the hem of my skirt, keeping my eyes on Xander. It will only take me a few flicks of my fingers. I know it. I’m close, and I’ve spent years learning my own body, what I like and how I like it, how to get there fast and how to draw it out… I’ve always been a believer in the fact that if I don’t know my own body, I can’t expect any partners to know what to do with it.

Guaranteed, V and Devyn have pretty much blown my mind with how quickly they’ve learned to torment my body, so what do I know?

“None of that now, Kitten.”

I snarl at V where he’s leaning in the doorway, light reflecting off of the shimmer in his wings to dance across the messy house. Xander turns back to me, taking note of my hand before his shadows wrap around me again, hauling my hands behind my back.

“Apparently I wasn’t clear, Ms. Jenkins.” Xander’s voice has gone deeper, huskier, and I can feel wetness drip down my thighs. “The ban on orgasms for naughty girls isn’t just orgasms from me.”

I bare my teeth at him as I rotate my wrists in the bindings, but unlike ropes, zip ties, and other manners of handcuffs that I’ve learned to get out of over the years, Xander’s living shadows give me no leeway. If my guess is correct, I could probably break my own wrists to try to slide my hands out, and the shadows would shift to continue holding me in place. The icy touch of the shadows slides in a smooth caress from my arms to my fingertips as if agreeing with my thoughts.

“That is so not how this mate thing works,” I snarl.

“No, Ms. Jenkins, but it is howIwork.” He steps forward, wrapping one of his large, warm hands around my throat, making my breath catch in my chest as he tilts my head back. His other hand moves to my knee and traces up my thigh until he finds the wetness I can’t hide. “It doesn’t seem that you truly object to our little game, Ms. Jenkins. Is all this wetness for me?”

He swirls a finger across me, and my hips buck forward, needing just a little more, but he’s too quick and evades me.

“Lost?” Foster’s voice is husky but hesitant, and Xander’s grip on my throat eases slightly, letting me look towards where he stands at the doorway, the burnished red strands of his hair barely peeping around V’s wing.

I didn’t even realize I closed my eyes, trapped in the spell Xander was weaving on my body.

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