Page 55 of Angel I Am Not

Zel looked down at me again, his expression softening beneath the lingering hunger. “Want them?”

I considered the question seriously enough that Nick immediately straightened and Luc went very still. Then Zel’s fingers traced lazily along my thigh while his tail brushed my ankle again, and I smiled.

“Not yet.”

The satisfaction that crossed Zel’s face was immediate. Nick called both of us assholes, but I barely heard him because Zel kissed me again and gathered me against his chest as he settled back onto the rug. His body was still hard with need, but he made no move to grind against me or push for anything else. He kept touching me instead, his mouth occasionally finding my temple, my cheek, my shoulder, anywhere he could reach without restarting what we had just finished.

Zel’s tail stayed curled around my calf while he pressed another lazy kiss to my shoulder, then another one a few inches higher.

“You know you can stop kissing me now.”

“I know.”

His mouth moved to my neck anyway, and I laughed as I settled more comfortably against his chest. “That wasn’t stopping.”

“Didn’t say I wanted to.”

“How long is this going to last?”

Zel actually seemed to consider that, his fingers wandering over my stomach while his mouth found my temple. “How long do I get to keep finding new things you like?”

I ignored him as his tail tightened around my leg before he glanced toward Luc and Nick. “You two can come closer now.”

Nick stared at him from the couch. “How fucking generous.”

“Don’t push it,” Zel growled playfully.

Beelzebub

I couldn’t fucking get enough of this little angel. Her scent had taken over half my brain, and every time I looked at her, another piece of the night came rushing back. Nick kept going on about her wings, but I hadn’t seen those yet. I had seen plenty of everything else, though.

I knew how her thighs tightened around my head when she got close, how her voice changed when I curled my fingers the right way, and exactly how hard she grabbed my hair when I used my tail with my mouth. Every time I looked at her, another reaction came back to me, and the glutton part of me immediately wanted to know what else I could make her do.

I still didn’t know what the fuck to do with the fact that Temptation had spent most of her existence believing she was an angel, and sorting through everything I’d ever been taught about Heaven was the only reason she was currently pouting at me from the corner instead of sitting in my lap.

I’d finally made myself put some distance between us after spending entirely too long with my mouth on her, and apparently she considered that a personal offense. She was curled into the corner of the couch in my shirt, watching me like she was waiting for me to lose whatever restraint I had managed to scrape together.

I definitely wanted to go back over there. My mouth still remembered the taste of her, and every time she shifted beneath my shirt, my attention dropped to her thighs before I could stop it. But I needed a fucking minute. We all did. There were too many questions pressing against the inside of my skull, and if I gave in every time she looked at me like that, we were never going to get through a single one of them.

I shifted my cock in my pants yet again and tore my eyes from her long enough to stare at Nick and Luc. They had to know something was wrong with this whole situation. Stumbling onto me didn’t feel accidental anymore. It was too convenient, too neat, and Dante didn’t do neat without a reason.

“Alright, I need someone to start explaining. Now.”

Ari made a soft sound from the couch and immediately ruined any chance I had of sounding threatening. I looked over before I could stop myself. Her head had tipped back against the cushion, her legs shifting beneath my shirt just enough to flash a strip of bare thigh, and I had to drag my attention back to the room before I decided questions could wait another hour.

A slap cracked across the back of my head.

“Snap out of it,” Luc said. “It gets easier after a while. Took us like three days. But you’re Gluttony, so…”

I rubbed the back of my skull and glared at him. “You could’ve just used words.”

“I did. You weren’t listening.”

Nick snorted from the counter. “He really wasn’t.”

The problem with all of this was that I knew more about impossibilities than either of them. Not enough to make any of this simple, but enough to know that Dante had been setting pieces in motion long before Ari ever walked into the Pink Flamingo.

Find the impossibilities.