Page 27 of Sleeping Redemption
Looking at the half-eaten chocolate pancake in my hand and remembering the blackberry jelly on his sandwiches, it finally clicked. His goddamn black demon jizz.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Rook!” I tossed his fucking Rookcake at him.
Chapter Thirteen
Igave Kinley a few days to calm down and hopefully recover from the horrendous encounter with Atlas. Reflecting back, I should have stopped him from walking out the front door to go on that date with her. These new recruits always fucked things up; they weren’t experienced enough to handle delicate situations. Though, to say that Kinley required extra care and handling was a massive understatement.
It was mindboggling to me that such an inexperienced guardian would be given such a volatile assignment. As I had told Atlas, this entire shitshow of his previous cambion form being redeemed and being given to a fallen angel to watch over was beyond strange and unusual.
There were several old scrolls that might speak to the precedence behind this, but I hadn’t had the chance to go through the historic texts of our kind just yet. If Kin went on any sort of homicidal rampage, I would be too busy accompanying souls to judgment to even consider a little reading.
The thoughts plagued me until I exhausted myself thinking about all the potential fallouts and what could have driven theseturns of events. I sat back in my cushy recliner, closing my eyes to give them a rest, but ended up succumbing to a full-blown nap.
I ran my fingers through the long platinum locks of her hair. “Kinley, we shouldn’t be doing this,” I reminded her.
She gave me the world’s most dazzling smile. “You worry too much.” Her hand pushed against my bare chest to lay me back as her naked figure slid down my bare chest. Her stiff nipples dragged along my body, leaving a trail of goosebumps on my skin as she did. Kin’s hands slid the leather belt open at my waist before opening my pants, reaching in, and easing my solid cock out of my boxers.
My eyes never left her, admiring each of her petite features from the fullness of her lips, her shimmering glacial hues, or the cute wrinkle at the bridge of her nose anytime she laughed.
Kinley kissed the tip of my cock, causing me to shudder lightly at the first pulse of pleasure. My body craved her affection, and I felt powerless to stop her from giving it to me.
“I want to taste all of you, Sy,” she crooned before she slid the head of my dick into her mouth. Her tongue swirled against the veins of my cock as she drew me in even further.
A groan of deep satisfaction rumbled out of my mouth as I tipped my head back, my hips pushing up as she began sucking on my painfully hard length. My cock begged for her to draw my release from me. Her head bobbed up and down as she worked me deep into her mouth, pushing at the tight enclosure at the back of her throat.
“Fuck, Kinley. I need you,” I spoke through my increasingly heavy pants. My hand cradled the back of her head, guiding her down to the point her gag reflex spasmed around my head. The sensation added even more fuel to my need to have her.
The stunning vision riddling my body with pleasure slid off my dick and smiled at me. “Sy, I need you.”
Not changing her expression or moving an inch she repeated herself. “Sylas? Did you hear me? I need you.”
Then, she shouted, “Fucking hell! Are you even listening to me?”
The dream ended abruptly as I startled awake, my eyes popping open. Looking down, my erection throbbed in my hand with a drop of precum leaking from its tip. I scolded myself as I tried to force my desire to take a damn backseat. Reminding myself that Kin had made her choices, I tried my best to erase all my inappropriate feelings for her. She chose to abandon happiness for a life under Lucifer’s thumb; nobody forced that on her.
As I cleaned myself up, Kinley’s voice echoed in my head again.
Sylas, you know I don’t pray often, but I have a question. It’s not a big deal or anything, but I really could use your help. Like…now would be a good time.
Well, at least that explains the very end of the dream that I just woke from. Part of me wanted to ignore her pleas for fucking bewitching my dick the way she had while I was sleeping. The other half of me felt compelled to rush to her side, and that side of me currently won out despite my better judgment.
Kin was right, she hardly ever spoke prayers—outside of those shouted in ecstasy. That thought made my cock twitch again, and I growled in irritation as I tightened the belt around my waist.
Now, just time to focus on the origin of her voice and follow it. In moments, I went from standing in my modest bedroom bearing only the essentials to standing in the doorway of a strikingly different bedroom. Kinley’s scent of ripe pears and lilies faintly filled the air, clueing me in that I had arrived in the correct location.
Everything around me existed in shades of creamy whites—some bordering on the cusp of gray. It was staggering that there could be so many shades of such a neutral color all working in harmony. The twelve-foot vaulted ceiling boasted an opulent crystal chandelier with three tiers of lights hanging from it like this was a damn castle fit for a fairy princess. Somehow, it made perfect sense for Kin to have the world’s most elegant and pure-looking bedroom and yet sleep here after undoubtedly wicked nights.
On the far wall, long sweeping sheers and expensive greige drapes hung along the sides of a large arched window. A short and ornate, white Victorian dresser with gold accents was situated in front of the window but still allowed for optimal natural light.
To the right were three large arched mirrors that rivaled the size of the window, the middle one being the largest. Each mirror had strings of fairy lights outlining the curved shape. The two smaller mirrors had similarly styled Victorian furniture in front of them. In front of the left mirror was a table with a series of picture frames and figurines on it, and in front of the right was a Victorian makeup vanity to match the dresser across the way.
Between the two smaller mirrors was the centerpiece of the room, a bed big enough to swallow Kinley several times over. The tufted headboard was plush with expensive fabric best described as a cool cream—also the same color as the shaggy area rug underneath the bed. Pillows of differing styles, shapes, and hues all seemed to combine aesthetically and were at least three layers deep. Neatly laid across the top of the mattress were multiple blankets in several styles, one of which reminded me of a skinned polar bear if a high-end fashion designer had raised it.
At the foot of the bed, a rectangular bench doubled as storage, its topcurrentlyflung wide open. That’s where I saw Kinley, on her knees with her head bowed and eyes shut. Herforehead pressed to her interlocked fingers as she seemed to be caught in deep concentration. It was endearing for all of two seconds before she continued praying.
Listening, I leaned against the doorframe of her bedroom, crossing my arms over my chest, the fabric of my tee stretching around my torso as I did so.
“Sylas.” She pushed out a rough sigh along with my name. “I know you’ve been very busy, but I promise not to kill anybody. Well, for at least today. Unless they are very, very naughty little toys.”
