Chapter Four
"Shit."
"Far out broussel sprout."
"Hit me don't shit me!"
This was just my brothers and I. Nikolai and Rhea were possibly worse, but it was our parents who truly shocked us. My mother, who was born in a Swedish Dhampir commune, was swearing profusely in Swedish. My father, a typical Moroi, lost composure in Russian.
Meanwhile, Viktoria just sat there, looking at the clock on the wall. Before adding,
"Children, I think it's best if you left the room now. I want you to be armed at all times; and for now, while the grown ups talk, can you all patrol the grounds?"
"That's a great idea!" Despite her words, my mum didn't look al that impressed, in fact her face showed her fight for composure.
The five teenagers walked through the house, away from the kitchen and towards the stairs that would take them to the second and third levels of the house. To reach the basement you must use the stairs in the kitchen, the stairs that are very well hidden that is.
Once on the third floor landing' where the sibling's rooms were located, they separated, Rhea and Mali going into Mali's room to dress for patrol. They would wear black, nondescript clothing that didn't restrict their movements. Australian Dhampirs had found that leather protected them the most while still allowing for movement. Nikolai followed Noah to borrow some of his clothing while Zac, the eldest of all the Ivashkov children, watched his younger brother and sister walk away with worry.
"How do I protect them?" Sighing heavily, the first Ivashkov strode to his room to change into his fighting blacks.
Nikolai POV
Noah led me to his room, quickly giving me a pair of leather pants and a leather sleeveless top.
"Do you need boots?" I shook my head; I kept my steel-toed boots in my car. "Stake?" Again, I shook my head. I lifted my white t-shirt, showing the stake tucked into the waistband of my jeans.
"Well aren't you a big boy, all organized?" Noah enjoyed giving me shit, in cooking class; he hadn't stopped commenting on something or rather.
I used his ensuite to get changed, when I opened the door, I saw Zac and Noah waiting for me. The former was leaning against the closed door, arms crossed across his chest. The latter was strapping a stake to his upper leg.
"We see how you look at our sister." Noah said, shocking me with a change from his seemingly constant, happy-go-lucky persona. For the first time since I'd met the laid back, dreadlocked boy, I saw the deadly weapon that he was trained to be.
Damn it! I thought I was being subtle about my appreciation of that girl.
"You better be careful. We'd hate to have to be the cause that Viktoria mourned her son."
"Or that you'd be forever childless." Noah followed Zac.
Their expressions showed me how serious these boys were. And judging by their glares, they absolutely meant every menacing word.
"Nothing will happen to her. I swear." I was cupping my balls as I said this.
"Good, because we're going to hold you to it."
With that the twins walked out of the room.
As I joined the other fighters on the landing, still keeping my hands close to my junk, I was blown away.
Mahalia Ivashkov. In skintight leather. Those legs went on forever; they were slender but muscled from years of training. The pants did nothing to hide the curve of her hips or that round ass. Now I'm covering my junk for a different reason.
The top showed her tiny waist, which led to large, full breasts.
Easily a D cup I thought to myself.
Her waist length blond hair was up in a high ponytail, leaving platinum wisps framing her face.
That face. Arched brows, long eyelashes and just the slightest blush that was forever on her cheeks.
She was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen; the school halls were full of gossip about the new girl. The other boys at lunch had their eyes freely roaming over her body.
Of course they were met with sharp glares from either one of her brothers or myself.
Even without the warning, I knew I would make sure that nothing happened to her.
"Let's go already, we need to get out there sooner rather than later, the sun's setting." Mali's husky yet smooth voice brought me out of my perverted state of mind.
The twins immediately started running down the stairs, pushing and shoving as they went, back to their normal selves with no sign of their previous mood. I could here them thundering down to the kitchen. My sister Rhea, who had been uncharacteristically quiet, gave me a look of exasperation as she followed them down.
Then there were two. What an absolute shame.
"Sooo." Mals was looking everywhere but my face. Is she looking at my crotch? Pride surged through me.
"I think we should hang out some time." I wanted her, and I get what I want.
Mahalia POV
Nikolai's voice brought me from my visual exploration of his groin. I looked up, shocked, into his eyes. He so caught me.
Strong Mali, maneater Mali!
"My bedroom's just down the hall if that suits your fancy?" I didn't actually mean it, but for this god in front of me, I would.
No Mahalia! You are a strong, independent, smart and damn sexy woman. You will make him crawl before you even beg. Ohhh but that dimple!
"While that sounds excellent, I think we should take a step back. How about we patrol together? I'll ask you your favourite colour, you'll proceed by blushing and saying the colour of my eyes." He was smirking at me, his tone smug.
"Actually, I love gold. As in first place gold." Yes Mahalia, don't be caught out swooning.
"Don't be like that, you know you love my eyes."
Oh I do love your eyes, if only you knew how much.
"Woah there Nikolai, you're starting to sound like my cousin Adrian."
"Thanks Mali, that's what every man wants. Next time compare me to a lamp will you?"
"What? Where did that come from?!" I was freaking, he seems more and more similar to my crazy, permanently drunk, spirit-wielding cousin.
"You family zoned me! That's worse than calling me cute and sending me to the friend zone!"
Nikolai seemed quite distraught, so he did like me.
"Patrol can be our first date. Make it good, or you won't get a second date."
"Huh?" at first he was hella confused. But then I think his boy brain helped him out. "Now now Mahalia." The way my name sounded coming from his lips sent shivers down my spine. "There is no way that you would ever deny me a second date." He was stepping closer to me, until our bodies were touching. He used his thumb to tap my chin; silently telling me he wanted to see my face.
He finally stopped when I looked into his eyes, after a couple seconds, I felt his face coming closer. And he wasn't the only one doing the moving, his lips were quickly approaching mine.
His lips were soft and firm, his hand on my back was strong and hot. The hand cupping my face was gentle and scorching.
As we molded together, I felt his silver stake digging into me, I reached down with my hand, most definitely not breaking the kiss. I started to try to push the stake away when Nik broke away, amusement on his face.
"Bit quick to be getting into my pants Miss Mahalia."
"No! I was just moving your stake to the side!"
Nik just raised an eyebrow at me, and pointed to his leg… where his stake was strapped on.
"Oh my god! But it was huge! And so hard! Are you sure?"
Nikolai promptly pissed himself; and I almost killed myself when I realized I actually said that.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh –"
A now composed Nikolai interrupted me by placing a finger on my lips.
"shhh. I'm flattered I really am, but I assure you, that's ALL me."
He wasn't smiling after I gave him a 'love' nudge on the 'all him' area.
"Cocky ass."
"Don't bring my cock into this, leave my ass alone too." What an insufferable ass! But the smile on his face; it was absolutely adorable, I couldn't possibly be mad at him.
"Oh Nikolai, I meant the adjective, not your actual dick."
"I hate to interrupt, but why is my darling daughter talking to a boy about his anatomy?"
My father stood just at the top of the stairs, his face wiped of emotion as though he were standing in the courtroom gazing at the defendant at a murder trial. But then, maybe he was. He didn't seem overly impressed about my reference to Nikolai's dick.
He held his hand out to Nik, "Sergei Ivashkov." Nikolai shook his hand, embarrassed. "I know who you are Nikolai Dragomir; the only son of Alexandr Dragomir and Viktoria Ivanova."
"I'm so sorry sir, it was all my fault!" Nikolai rushed to apologise, still shaking my dad's hand.
"Relax, I like dhampirs, it's the Moroi that have the real assholes." My dad chuckled at his own joke, his grin showing my father's fangs. "Come here son, I got something to share with you."
My dad whispered into Nik's ear, something I couldn't here, something that made Nik blanche.
"Of course Lord Ivashkov."
Was all that was choked out by my new man friend.
God damn the men in my family, always threatening my boy toys. Being the Queen's son and the Queen's favourite grandsons – who also happen to have the ability to kick ass; make for some very effective threats.