Sinless (Deadly Omen Book 1)

by Jenica Saren

  As we continued, he pushed his body against mine, his hardness pressing against my core and making me squirm desperately. I was a big ball of ignited nerves and white-hot flames; the more accurate way of putting it is that I was hella hot and bothered. I mean, fuck.

  Eliam pulled away slightly, breaking our kiss and my heart a little bit, too. He seemed to be searching for something as he stared into my luminous green eyes with his own multi-hued purple ones.

  “Yes.” I whispered breathlessly, nodding as I did so.

  That seemed to be what he was looking for, because we were suddenly back to our previously frenzied state, and my mind went a little blank in the moment, desire taking over, all the way to my bones, and making me feel feral and unchained.

  His hands slid down from my shoulders to my breasts, resting there as he teased my nipples with his thumb. I arched into him, soft moans escaping from low in my throat as pleasure swept through me in violent waves. He continued down his self-made path, sliding his hands to my sensitive waist and squeezing slightly as they stayed there.

  Finally, he reached my hips and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my pajama pants and I was suddenly alert. I had had an ex who loved to literally rip clothes off. I lost half my wardrobe to the asshole. I broke the kiss this time to tell him, “these are my favourite. Don’t mess them up.” I narrowed my eyes in a warning glare to emphasize my point.

  He chuckled back at my his, voice sounding deeper than usual. “I wouldn’t dream of ruining your adorable unicorns, love.” He told me. I wasn’t convinced and wouldn’t be able to relax until my adorable unicorns were safely on the ground, bed, window, ceiling fan – anywhere in one piece.

  Eliam slid them down my hips and over my thighs without moving an inch away from my face, his lips still hovering just above mine. I couldn’t decide whether it was skill or just long arms, but I honestly couldn’t care less. Once they were to my knees, I kicked them off before he could change his mind about destroying my pretties.

  Once off, the fire that was raging through my entire body seemed to congregate low in my belly, making me core pulse with need. As if he could sense it himself, he brought his fingers down, down, down, all the way to my slick entranced. He grinned pressed his lips to mine once more while his finger explored in little circles over my clit. I bucked from the unexpected pleasure and shuddered when his finger slipped over my entrance. “Oh my God, yessss.” I hissed, tossing my head back.

  I could feel his own arousal through his jeans where he was pressed against my inner thigh and it drove me a little wild, causing my instincts alone to take over as my hand reached for his zipper of its own accord. He shivered slightly, which made my grin against his lips.

  Once he was free, I sucked in a gasp and bit down lightly on his lower lip, eliciting a groan from him. He pulled back and glanced down at my hand wrapped around him.

  “Fuck.” He growled, watching my hand move in small twisting motions, gathering precum to lubricate his shaft as I went. His own hand never faltered, teasing small circles around my clit and periodically flicking it ever-so-slightly, making arch into him over and over again with strangled sounds of pleasure.

  He was suddenly moving, rolling until I was atop him and gasping for breath. His exotic eyes told me exactly what he was waiting for and I was more than happy to oblige, no words needed to convey the need we were both experiencing. I moved position myself just over him, desperate for my release after his relentless teasing and playing.

  I was this close to sitting my ass right the hell down when I heard the distinct sound of the front door opening and closing.

  “E?” I heard Rafe call. The two of us froze in place like idiots, waiting for the sound of footsteps on the stairs. Maybe we had imagined it. Paranoia was a huge issue in this day and age.

  We heard steps on the ground floor, but none coming up. “Is she up yet?” Rafe shouted out, louder than before.

  “Fuck.” Eliam growled again, this time without the strain of arousal behind the words.

  18

  Ria

  Don’t go anywhere.” Eliam commanded, looking a little confused. I nodded furiously, completely okay with not moving from my spot. He got up and adjusted himself quickly, tugging his shirt back on and making quick work of the buttons, much to my dismay. He shot me a cocky grin that said he knew exactly what was running through my mind. He started walking toward my bedroom door, then stopped, turning around and staring quizzically at me. Right before he turned back to the door, I could have swore he looked… Angry? He shook his head and then left, closing the door behind him a tad aggressively.

  I was a little bit worried about getting found out, but only a very little bit; I was a grown woman and could do as I pleased. What was more concerning to me was that I was currently laying in my bed, half undressed, waiting for a man to come back that I was still pretty sure hated me. I had no clue what had been going through my mind or had possessed me to suddenly want to jump the brit’s bones, but I was here all the same. I had never been a real big fan of hate sex, but what had just developed between Eliam and I didn’t feel much like hate sex. It felt like unbridled, newly freed passion.

  I stretched up and across the bed to snag one of my pillows and crushed it over my face, making random, unintelligible sounds out of frustration. My inner self seemed to be just as baffled as I was, just as confounded. She paced back and forth across a (faux) fur rug in my mind, alternately rubbing her temples and making wild gestures with her hands as though having an intense conversation with herself.

  Says an awful lot when even the voices are hearing voices and talking to themselves, too.

  Somewhere between the pillow screaming and myself talking to herself – myself’s self? – I seemed to come to my senses, or what was left of them after the past few days I’d had. I jumped to my feet and started the hunt for my pajamas, finding them, surprisingly, laying in a peaceful little heap right beside my bed. I sighed out in relief that even though he was a huge douchecanaoe, he wasn’t a wardrobe destroyer.

  By the time my cute pajamas were neatly back in place and my hair was combed through with my fingers, Eliam still hadn’t come back, which was irritating if I was being totally honest. Time isn’t free, buddy. I thought, shaking my head. It was a damn good thing I came to and decided not to wait after all.

  I padded over to my bedroom door and cracked it open, peering through the small sliver of space and listening for anyone hanging around. When I confirmed the coast was clear, I did one last comb through my doubtlessly messy and still damp hair and stepped out of the relative safety of my bedroom.

  Once I made my way down the stairs, I could hear all the guys in the kitchen and braced myself, not really knowing what to expect. Waking up to a house full of guys, while not at all unpleasant to look at, was still unchartered territory for me, and these definitely weren’t normal guys. The thought made me stop and wonder for a moment about what Drea had been about to explain to me before she took off so abruptly.

  After I rounded the corner into the kitchen and dining space, I was a little surprised to see all the guys just scattered about with beers in their hands and huge, goofy grins on their faces. When they saw me in the doorway, they all noticeably brightened; not in the sense that they were happier, but they actually seemed bright, like they had this ethereal glow around them all as if they were standing in the moonlight.

  I cleared my throat a little, standing in the doorway a bit awkwardly. “Hey guys.” I greeted softly, wary of whatever greeting I was going to receive.

  Beck set his beer down on the counter and strode over to me quickly, immediately wrapping me in a huge hug that knocked the breath right out of me. “I’m glad you’re up, Ria.” He whispered, the sentiment contrasting against his normal aloofness. “I’m so happy you’re okay.”

  He had barely gotten the last words out before he was suddenly no longer attached and flying across the foyer behind me, skidding on the polished wood floors. I whipped my
head around to see what the hell had just actually happened when I found myself being crushed once again, this time by huge muscles that smelled so familiar and hypnotizing, like smoke and cinnamon, like rage and passion. I was astounded my how safe I felt in Gatlin’s arms and how pleased I felt that he wanted me there. Down, ovaries.

  “I’ll kill him.” Gatlin growled, the rumble doing many confusing things to my exhausted body.

  I wriggled around to extract one squished hand and rubbed up and down his arm – for his comfort, of course. “It’s fine, Angel. I’m a-okay.” I reassured gently. He noticeably relaxed little by little, in time with my petting.

  “I want a hug, too.” I heard Kellan grumble. I tried to peek around the wall of muscle that was holding me, but ultimately failed and settled for crooking my finger in the general direction of his deep, thunder-like voice. The next thing I knew, I was sandwhiched between the two biggest guys in the room, and not in the sexy way that I’d fantasized abou… That I’d never fantasized about before.

  I huffed out a laugh, the air literally being pressed from my lungs. “Good to see you, Mountain Man.” I managed. All I got was a grunt in response, but that was good enough for me.

  I don’t know how long we’d been like that when I felt another body press in on my right. It felt like I was suffocating, but with concern. I was pretty sure the new addition was Gray, judging by his silent demeanor and slighter figure than his brothers. I didn’t complain. I just leaned into him and sighed out loud, reveling in the peace of the moment.

  I heard a grumble from nearby and could easily guess who it was. “If you want in on this, you better get over here before these guys realize they’re being cuddly.” I teased, earning a resounding growl from my human cage.

  “I want my own hug.” Rafe complained, sounding indignant and irritated. Aww, he feels left out.

  I really didn’t want to leave my cozy nest of muscles and testosterone, but I really did feel like Rafe would explode if I didn’t do something; I’d never seen a person explode before and I wasn’t signing up to see it now. So, I extracted myself from the others and wobbled a little when I realized how much good oxygen I had been missing out on.

  When I looked over to Rafe, he was pouting – like honest to god, pouting, arms crossed, looking down at his feet with his lips pursed. It was, without a doubt, the single most adorable thing I had seen since the first time I was introduced to Grumpy Cat. Not that I would ever tell him that in a million years, because I really liked this whole living gig. It was working out pretty well for me so far.

  I walked over to him and gave him a firm poke in the belly button, trying not to smile as I did so. He peered up at me through his ridiculously long, dark lashes. I smiled tentatively and opened my arms a little in invitation, making the first move. He stared at me for a long moment more before moving so quickly that I barely had time to blink, wrapping me up in his arms and buring his face in my hair. I could have swore he actually sniffed it. On second thought, he probably did sniff it. These guys were weird as hell. And sinfully sexy, but that much was obvious.

  I nuzzled my face into his chest – the highest point on his body that I could reach – and was rewarded with a warm humming sound. “It’s good to see you, Rafe.” I told him with as much sincerity as I could muster. He just hugged me tighter and I felt all warm and fuzzy inside.

  “I want another hug!” I heard Beck whine from somewhere behind me. I tried really, really, really hard not to laugh. I was way too close to biting my own tongue off with the effort it took to keep my mirth contained. My inner self had no such qualms, giggling uncontrollably because we – I? – totally knew that Beck wasn’t going to be satisfied with a single, short-lived hug.

  Rafe growled against me, the sound traveling from his chest and into my little pleasure palace. Yes, she has a title. Get over it. “Then get one from Kel, this is my hug and it will last as long as I want.” He snapped, my stomach deciding to contradict him with a protest of its own. “It will last as long as Ria’s stomach wants.” He amended. I appreciated that, as did my insatiably ravenous stomach.

  I peeked up to sweep my eyes over the kitchen, spotting Eliam back at the stove, stirring away like nothing had ever happened. He didn’t even look up at me. I, however, turned as red as the sauce in the pan closest to me, whether from shame, anger, or attraction, I wasn’t sure. All three emotions were sitting pretty closely on the couch in my mind, so it was hard to tell which was which.

  I poked Rafe in the side and he looked down at me. “I’m hungry, Seymour.” I whined at him, batting my eyelashes in what I knew to be a very flattering way. Not just anyone could pull it off, but I was most definitely not just anyone. I was Ria freaking Grimm, and I was a sexy beast.

  I heard Kellan snort and I turned my head around, watching him cover his mouth. I narrowed my eyes at him in a mocking sort of glare. “Feed me.” I directed that one at the giant of a man who dared to laugh at my totally hilarious use of a classic line.

  At that point, every one in the room laughed.

  Excluding Eliam, of course, who turned around and wagged his spoon in my direction. “I thought you were more mature than that, love.” He scolded, making us all crack up even harder.

  “You know nothing, Jon Snow.” I quoted, burying my face in Rafe’s chest again as I shook with laughter.

  Eliam scowled and shook the spoon, sending red sauce splattering across the floor like paint. Or blood. “You misquoted it, too!” He pointed out.

  “Quote, shmote. It was funny.” I shot back, grinning like a damn fool. I looked around at all the guys. “Right?”

  They all agreed in their own way, but they all unanimously agreed. “Six against one, pretty boy.” I beamed.

  “Humph.” Eliam turned back to his task, shaking his head and shooting the guys glares out of the corner of his eye. “Traitors.”

  We lost it all over again, leaning on one another to stay upright as we all shook. Poor guy, he didn’t stand a chance. It was nice, however, to see him being sociable with me around. I wondered what changed. It was a novel idea to consider that my near death experience had somehow changed the fact that he viewed me as a threat to the whole family dynamic or some shit, but I highly doubted that was the case at all. More likely, he wanted to let me fade into the blackness and cut his losses, but the others wouldn’t let him. They were probably threatening him within an inch of his life to play nice and not be such a massive dick. Which I wholly appreciated., even if they didn’t know it.

  I thought back to my first night in this house and how horribly everything had started off. Not an experience that I would ever – not in a million years – want to repeat, but one that I was strangely thankful for. Looking around at our odd little gathering, and noting the great and subtle differences in each one of us, I couldn’t help but thank the stars above for the terrible events that had brought me here.

  Without looking back at us, Eliam lifted a hand and made a shooing motion. “Go entertain yourselves elsewhere and wait for dinner, you lot of heathens.” He said dismissively, but with a light, amused note to his tone.

  It only made us laugh harder, but we did as he demanded and filed out of the kitchen, leaning on one another as we continued to shake with mirth so that we didn't tumble across the foyer floor. It really was a great thing to be a part of, this sense of family that was all too foreign to me.

  I eventually found myself sandwiched between Gatlin and Kellan on the small, floral sofa that must have been Clove's doing. And, of course, it would be the two largest and beefiest guys that would decide to deprive me of my right to my share of the world's oxygen. Rafe was at my feet, Gray was lounging on the arm of the sofa, and Beck was sprawled out on the rug with his head under the coffee table, wiggling his eyebrows at me suggestively.

  "I hope you hit your head." I tell him without an ounce of sympathy.

  He mockingly pouts back at me, doing a horrible job imitating the puppy dog face that I could win awards with. "Th
at's not very nice, Omen." He objects.

  I struggle to grab one of the decorative pillows out from under Kellan's absurdly heavy ass. "Don't be a dick." I say as Kellan releases my weapon of choice with a sigh and I chuck it at Beck's head.

  "Aw, but I'm the dick, remember?" He said in a smooth-as-butter drawl.

  I froze in the middle of trying to free another pillow from under Gatlin's admittedly gorgeous ass. "What?" I asked slowly. "What is that even supposed to mean?"

  Beck grins at me and folds his arms underneath his head, lounging around like the cat who ate the fucking annoying canary. "When you were out, you talked."

  "A lot." Gray chimed in. I shot him a glare that could cook a turkey in seconds.

  Beck continued, obviously enjoying the awkward position that I had found myself in. I'd never talked in my sleep my entire life. "It was like you were planning out characters in a book or something." He points to his own self. "Beck: the dick."

  "Gray: sweet, Russian or something." Gray added.

  "Kellan: insert giant joke here." The man in question supplied, all too happily for my taste.

  "Rafe: punk with tats." Rafe snorted.

  I turned to Gatlin, both knowing and dreading what he was about to say and his answering smirk was all the confirmation I needed. "Gatlin: angel." He said slowly, sadistically, enjoying the mortifying shade of red that my face was undoubtedly turning.

  I buried my face in my hands. "Why me?" I whined.

  The guys broke out into rounds of snickers at my misery, which only made my cheeks flame hotter. Give me a room of fifty or so old guys who were constantly judging me and deciding the fate of my financial status, I'd be fine. Give me six super hot male roommates who set my nerve endings on fire, I was a goner.