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Tugging it to me, I hold it in one hand and stroke my fingers over the strangely soft yet tough appendage. Kase drops the sheet and moans, his cock hardening to poke me in the pelvis through his boxer-briefs.
I release his tail, only teasing him for a moment, and grab the sheet from the floor. “Pull that shit again, and you will never experience my hand around any of your appendages from now on.” Fuck, that sounds like a weird-ass threat, but it works, because Kase leaves the sheet alone and lets me step away.
Dante laughs and punches him. “Don’t worry, Kase. I’ll give your tail a little rub while she jerks me off instead.”
Kase tights his jaw and glowers at me. “Tease me like that again and you’ll find yourself tied up with my tail, spread eagle, and on the edge of an orgasm I’ll deny you until you beg me to show you mercy, angel-girl.”
Fuck. Me.
I need air.
Blowing a breath, I ignore his threat and stride toward his room, knowing that if the creep angel is around, he’d be watching the slider. Dante and Kase don’t follow me, remaining in the hallway and out of sight. Nerves bunch in my stomach at the thought of leaving the apartment by myself. I tighten the sheet and tie the ends in a knot, hoping it’s strong enough to keep it in place. I feel like I’m on the ultimate walk of shame as I step onto the patio.
Damn it. I forgot about the wall.
I’m just glad the demonic bastards can’t see me from this position. Because climbing a wall in a sheet won’t be pretty. Grabbing the patio chair next to a small table, I move it against the wall and climb up. If the angel sees me now, he’ll definitely assume I’m making a great escape from my soul keepers.
I hike up the sheet and stretch my leg, hooking my foot over the six foot wall. The rough texture scratches my knee, and I grind my teeth, realizing how out of shape I am. I can barely pull myself onto the wall. After a minute of huffing and groaning, I straddle the stone wall, wishing I was wearing some underwear.
Swinging my other leg over, I peer down at the grass, thankful the complex gave up on landscaping the back building of the apartments. Most have bushes or flowers growing next to the patio walls, which would be another fucking obstacle I would probably fail to avoid.
I drop down and fall forward, slamming my hands into the dry grass. Pain radiates in my wrists. I grind my teeth through the pain, trying to catch my bearings. This was the worst idea ever. If I didn’t know that Kase and Dante would enjoy it, I’d punish them with a foot to their damn cocks.
Fuck, I still might.
Pushing to my feet, I dust off the dirt and grass from the sheet like it matters and peer around the dimly lit complex. It gets worse and worse each time I see it, and it really gets to me how I’ve never noticed how rundown it was before. Was it because I was thankful just to have somewhere to live or is it because I’m seeing things from new hell-bound eyes?
The soft, familiar, now terrifying glow of Micah’s presence steals my attention from my thoughts, and I straighten my back. He’s an angel for fuck’s sake. I shouldn’t be so scared. A part of me really misses the idea that angels are these benevolent creatures in white robes with melodious voices and not the black-clad, sword wielding avenging righteous asshole I know waits for me.
Summoning my courage, I silently chant to myself that Kase and Dante won’t let anything happen to me. They’re psychotic enough to clip Micah’s wings and eat them if he so much as touches me with one of his pure white feathers.
I clear my throat. “Hey, you perv. I saw you peeping into my room. What the fuck gives? Did you enjoy the show?” I wish I could ignore the fact that he was watching Kase get me off, but damn it. “I thought angels were supposed to be good. I feel violated by the intrusion, you sicko. Come face me.”
The light grows brighter, sending my heart beating out of control against my ribcage. Shit. Shit. Shit. My soul stings at the mere presence of Micah’s closeness, though he still stands a few feet out of my reach.
The second I meet his dark gaze, I snap. Something gets into me, and I stride the distance to him and kick him right between his legs as hard as I can.
He clutches his junk and flaps his wings, the force of the wind knocking me off my feet. I land on my back and heave from the air escaping my lungs. Micah recovers faster than I do, and he growls and launches at me. I screech and roll, trying to get away, but his boot lands on the sheet. My attempt to escape leaves me naked on the walkway, and I unsuccessfully try ripping the flimsy fabric away from him. The bastard is too heavy. He doesn’t budge and just gapes at me, drinking in my naked body like I’m the first woman he’s ever seen without her clothes on.
“Get off my sheet!” I yell, yanking at it again.
Where are Kase and Dante? Can’t they see I’m in trouble?
Micah lifts his boot and finally averts his eyes toward the night sky. He doesn’t threaten me like I expect and continues to stand there, waiting until I wrap the sheet around me again, and then returns to staring at me.
“What? You’re creeping me out. First you try to kill me. Then you act like a pervert and peep into my room. Now, you just stand there and look like you wish I didn’t cover up. Why are you here, Micah?” I ask, getting to my feet.
His eyes flash with golden light at the sound of his name coming from my mouth. “I...don’t really know.”
“Then fucking leave me alone. You made yourself clear of what you want to do to me.” I inwardly cringe at my comment, because in this moment, it feels like it means something other than stab me and send me to Hell.
“Did I? How is that possible if I don’t know, heathen?” His jaw twitches.
“You want to kill me,” I say, hugging my arms over my chest.
Micah takes a step closer as I take one back. Pressing his lips together, he frowns, his brows knitting together. “I don’twantto kill you. Ihaveto kill you. You’re a danger to everything. I know what Lucifer is up to, and if I don’t send your soul to him, he will get the power he wants. No soul will be safe. Please, Raven. If I could help you find redemption, I would. But a deal with Lucifer? I can’t save you. You’ve been marked.”
Hearing him say the words hurts me on a soul-deep level. No matter how many times I repeat it to myself, it still bothers me. I’m unredeemable. I can’t be saved.
