"Katrina, I need to ask you something." Samael said, getting my full attention, "Will you come to the underworld with me this weekend?"
"Listen, Samael, I know we had a moment in class today, but that still doesn't make up for what you said last night about not wanting me because you thought I was a weak human."
Samael growled, causing the entire class to stare at us, "I never said I didn't want you, Katrina, so don't go putting words in my mouth. The moment I laid eyes on you, my heart stopped; the pull I felt for you was so strong that I wanted to mate with you right then and there. My heart beats for you and you alone, Katrina. I was scared when I thought you were a human. I thought fate's cruel joke was to give me someone as perfect and innocent as you just to let my world destroy you. How could I be around to protect you all the time from the horrors that happen in this school, between the other Gods and Goddesses, and between the angels and the demons; when I am being groomed to be king one day. I didn't want to lose you." Samael stated, staring me in the eyes as if I was the only person in this room.
"Samael, why didn't you say so last night?" I asked, wondering why, if he felt that way didn't he explain himself last night.
"Because I am terrible with words, I suck at sharing my feelings. Katrina, I grew up in the underworld; if any affection is shown down there, the demons will feed off of it. My parent's union was forced; my father kidnapped my mother because he fell in love with her when he set eyes on her. My mother eventually reciprocated that love back, but the emotions between the two were rare even then. I won't be the mate who gives you flowers and chocolates, nor will I be the mate who writes you poems and love songs. Hell, I won't even be the mate who cuddles you, but I will be the most direct mate with you. And besides," he chuckles, "You didn't give me a chance to explain myself before you raged out."
I blushed, embarrassed by my reaction last night. "Where did you go afterward?" I ask, not listening to our professor drone about how magical Michael's power of Heavenly Light was.
"I went home; I needed to look over our family archives. I think I find something that might help you figure out your past; it's why I need you to come home with me."
"Okay," I agreed, excited at the thought of finding information on who I am, "I will go with you."
Samael's smiled, showing his crooked grin accompanied by his dimples.
*Could this man get any hotter* I thought to myself as I felt my core pulse with need.
The bell rang, signaling the end of class, and Samael grabbed my bag for me, walking me out of the classroom towards my next class, sparring. We stopped in the hallway just outside the gymnasium, Samael taking me by surprise, trapping me against the wall with both of his hands positioned above my head, locking me in.
"So am I forgiven, little mate?" He asked me, his voice husky, his eyes swirling with desire.
"Hmm... I don't know yet." I replied cheekily, "You will have to work a little harder to get me to forgive you."
"Harder how?" Samael asked, leaning his head down towards mine.
I bite my lip in anticipation, wanting to feel his lips against mine.
"Like this?" He asked, lowering his lips to mine, kissing me gently.
"Mmm.. a little harder than that," I reply, his lips still against mine.
"How about this?" He growled; pushing himself firmly against me, causing the hardened bulge in his pants to rub against the bottom of my skirt so close to my core as his lips crashed against mine, as he forced my mouth open with his tongue, stroking the inside of my mouth once he gained entrance causing me to let out a small moan, before he pulled away, my desire for him flaring.
"That is a start," I say breathlessly as I escape between his arms, my lips sore from our passionate kiss, and walk towards the gymnasium doors. "I would like to see how else your tongue works," I say to him, slightly winking as I walk through the doors.
Taking a left, I walk into the woman's locker room and quickly change into my sparring outfit, which consisted of a red sports bra and black spanks. The teacher wants us to have the full range of our bodies, not letting clothes get in the way.
"Slut." Hilda snorts out as she walks past me, bumping her shoulder into mine.
"Can you believe she's mated to all four Gods?" Her friend with red curly hair states.
"More like their pass-around girl," Hilda responds as they walk out of the locker room.
I take a deep breath and exhale slowly, trying to calm myself. I couldn't let my rage take control; I didn't want to let my hellfire out. I decided then and there, once I caught up in sparring class, I would take Hilda down, knocking her off the pedestal she had so far shoved up her ass.
The bell rang, signaling the start of class, and I ran out of the locker room, only to be wrapped in a pair of familiar arms.
"Hey, Kitten," Miles purrs against my back, "You look sexy in your sparring outfit."
I could feel abdominal muscles against my bare skin, and I wanted to take a good look at his sparring outfit. I turn in his arms, taking a step back, causing Miles to release me from his hold. My eyes roamed his perfectly sculpted body; even though I had laid wrapped in his arms all night, I still couldn't get over how gorgeous this man was. He was bare-chested, his abs on full display, leading down to the delicious v-shape of his waist, where he wore black gym shorts down low, exposing his hip bones.
"You better stop starring kitten. You might start to drool."
I rolled my eyes at him, turning away from him towards the professor who'd just walked into the room. She was a beautiful woman with beautiful dark skin and long curly black hair, her eyes a beautiful chocolate color.
"My name is Herja; I am your defense teacher, for those who do not know already," She said, glancing towards me, "I am a Valkyrie, a skilled fighter. My kind normally determines who lives and who dies in battle. Odin has blessed me with the opportunity to teach at Divine academy and teach our young ones the necessary defense skill." She pauses, then looks over the entire class, her eyes settling on Miles. From the look she was giving him, I wondered if she was one of his conquests. 'Today, we will be practicing takedowns. I have paired you all up according to your skillset. Miles, since you don't need to be taking this class, I have paired you with your mate, so you can train her properly and get her up to speed."
Miles gave me a wicked smile. "After this class, Kitten, you'll be begging me to take you to your room."