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“My worst nightmare.”
A laugh bubbles out of me. “Then why do you own a bookstore?”
“I like books. I like peace. This provides me both.”
“Are you a trust-fund baby or something?”
“Or something.”
I study his features, the information I read on Nephilim swirling in my mind.They’re stronger and wiser than humans and utterly beautiful, living hundreds, if not thousands, of years.And Samael is utterly beautiful. Just like Remi and Kai.
“How old are you?”
He sits back in his chair, steepling his fingers. “Why do you want to know?”
“Because Remi and Kai wouldn’t give me a straight answer. And I’m trying to figure something out.”
His gaze tracks up and down my body slowly. It feels…consuming. While I don’t know much about Sam, if Remi and Kai are, in fact, Nephilim, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out he is, too. I have no doubt that, tonight, he’ll be the one to show me the future.
He does give off Ghost of Christmas Future vibes. It would explain his broodiness and the darkness that seems to ooze from him. It’s not a scary darkness, though. It’s like the bookshop, more inviting. At least to me.
“Which is what?”
I hold up the book. “If what Kai and Remi have said is true, that you’re half angel, half human. And if what this book says about Nephilim is true.”
His stare is intense, so intense my skin buzzes like I’ve been electrocuted. “And if it is?”
That’s a good question. If he says yes, then what? A normal person would be freaking out, but I’m not, probably because I’ve been starting to believe what Kai and Remi have been saying to me. Now, I’m more curious, hungrier for information. I want to know the full truth and if what that book said is true.
I don’t believe these men are evil or omens of any sort. The only sins committed are that of the flesh, and there was nothing bad about that. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to do it again—but this time with all three of them.
“Then I want to know everything, and I want my questions answered.”
Sam taps his talented-looking fingers on his thigh. “Alright, but on one condition.”
“What’s that?”
“You don’t try to run.”
Arousal zips through my veins, and I almost interject that running would be fun on the condition that he caught me. Primal always sounded fun in the books I read, but I keep that to myself and smile. “It’s a deal.”
Chapter twenty-nine
Samael
Ishouldn’tbesurprisedthat the idea of running sparked Greer’s arousal. Given how open she’s been with Kai and Remi and the fact thatThe Heir of the Seais her choice of reading, I know Greer is the kind of woman who enjoys and even thrives when kink is involved. I can relate to that.
When someone’s been alive for as long as I have, you see a lot, experience a lot. Enjoying kink, experimenting in all different varieties of it—not to mention how creative I can get with the abilities I have—was a natural progression, especially with sexual partners as voracious and equally matched with me as Remi and Kai are.
Greer doesn’t balk at sex that veers away from what society deems “normal,” and that excites me—I’d be a liar if I said it didn’t. I was excruciatingly turned on by her before she even got here, and after seeing her with my fellow guardians, the way she took Remi’s massive cock like she was born to do it while swallowing Kai’s equally impressive length, I’ve been hard enough to cut glass.
I have restraint and decorum, but it’s annoying my dick that I do. My hindbrain wants to forget every reasonable thought and argument I have for keeping Greer at arm’s length and show herexactly what it would be like to be chased down and taken or fucked by the tentacles she loves so much.
“So,” Greer says, crossing one shapely leg over the other. “You three are what they call Nephilim?”
At her question, my mind is pulled back into reality and out of the gutter. My throat becomes thick, and I wonder if this is all a mistake. Maybe I should lull Greer into a nap and be the one to run instead.
I do find it amusing that you told her not to run yet you’ve been the one running,Kai says through our link.
