Jegudiel (Deadly Virtues 2)

Chapter 15

They were dripping with sweat, hands on hips and heads bent to their knees as they fought for breath. Every single part of Noa ached, but she lived for this feeling—the pain, the dull throbbing of her exhausted muscles, the heat of her blood rushing through her body, trying to repair every fiber that had been torn.

“Same time tomorrow,” Dinah said, and the Fallen began to leave the gym. Noa glanced at her sisters. They were standing together in a loose circle, waiting for her. She had to speak to them. She had to explain what the hell was happening with Diel, with her.

A pair of boots stopped before her. She lifted her head; her gaze tracked over muscular thighs, a tight torso and chest filled with a scattered painting of scars and tattoos and sweat—sheer fucked-up perfection.

Diel’s eyes were wild, his body hyped from the exercise, from the fight, from the way Dinah had taught them—drills, formations. The Fallen had slotted in among their ranks like they had always been there, a phalanx of witches and Fallen angels sharing one solitary goal—the complete destruction of the Brethren.

Diel’s hair was mussed, his cheeks flushed. He looked as though they’d just fucked. From the flare of his eyes and the parting of his lips as he regarded her, Noa imagined she looked the same.

Dinah cleared her throat. Noa rolled her eyes at her sister’s not so subtle attention grab. “I need to speak to my sisters,” she said to Diel.

Diel’s nostrils flared, and Noa caught the flash of his monster’s fiery spirit as the words left her lips. How pissed that had made him. He stepped closer, and her thighs squeezed together at the addictive scent of him. A drop of sweat rolled down his pecs and tumbled over the Fallen brand that had been seared into his skin.

“No. You’re coming with me,” he rasped, his voice brooking no argument.

Noa stepped closer to him, so close that her breasts pressed against his solid abdominals. Diel’s chest rose and fell in rapid motions. Noa bent her head and licked the falling drop of sweat, then moved her hand to his crotch, tightening her grip over his hardening cock. Diel grunted, fire exploding in his pupils, but he didn’t back away. His teeth gritted together as he subtly pushed against her hand.

Noa tamped down the heat that built in her body, the need that almost made her abandon her sisters and let Diel fuck her against the wall of the gym. She bit his chest. He hissed, but she could see his love for that sting of pain in the way his body jerked, the way his cock swelled further in her hand. “I’ll come to you when I’m finished,” she said. With a final squeeze of his dick, she let him go, pushing him back with a smirk on her face.

Diel was like a bull, primed and ready to charge as she backed away, and she the red cloth that taunted him, daring him to come and destroy her. Her veins buzzed as she read the promise on his face. That she would pay for not doing what he wanted. Noa’s lip hooked up in dark amusement. Diel would learn very quickly that no one told Noa what to do. No one controlled her, would ever control her again.

“Soon, pretty monster,” she said, a saccharine-sweet tone in her voice as she threw him a small wave like she was the fucking Queen of England.

Diel’s muscles twitched, and a cold smile pulled on his lips. But then Sela was beside him, his long hair sticky with sweat. “Come on, brother.”

Diel’s eyes narrowed on Noa, then, as he backed away, he pointed at her, a wordless promise that when they met later, she would pay for not going with him.

It only made her smile.

As Diel left the gym, Noa turned to her sisters. Naomi and Beth were watching her with wide eyes. Jo and Candace looked amused, but Dinah … Dinah was studying her. She was dissecting her.

Candace was the first to move, heading out of the gym with Jo’s hand in hers. “Let’s get back to the house before the lectures start, okay?”

Noa huffed a laugh and followed her sisters to the tunnel that connected the manor to the housekeeper’s home. They walked through the underground passage in silence, then gathered around the table in the kitchen of their new home.

Candace and Jo sat up on the countertops. Naomi and Beth pulled out the chairs around the table. Noa sat opposite them, and Dinah stood near the sink. Dinah sighed. “What happened?”

Noa raised an eyebrow at the vague question. She traced her finger over the tabletop. “I fucked him. Many times.”

The silence beat like a heart in the kitchen. Dinah crossed the room to place her palms on the tabletop. “Oh, we gathered that, Noa,” she said, a tint of humor coloring her voice. “But I’m not talking about the fucking. I’m talking about stealing from Gabriel. The secret plan to meet Diel, and the fact that you released him from the collar without anyone there for protection. And you didn’t even tell us about your plans. You put yourself in danger.”