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I hum and lean back. “Release me and give me what I asked for.”
He frowns. “You never answered my question.”
Biting my lip between my teeth, I offer him a tease of a smile. “Because I want to see the real you. I want to get to know you as you are. Don’t be afraid.”
He chuckles. “Me, afraid?”
I nod. “Mmmhmm.”
Narrowing his eyes, he studies me for a moment longer before unbuckling the restraints on my wrists. My limbs thump the pillows, and Dante starts working his warm fingers over my muscles, helping to ease the aches.
I can’t stop myself from leaning into him, and he pulls me in between his legs and continues his massage of my shoulders, kneading his fingers into my skin. The heat of his fingers loosens the tension in every fiber of my being. A soft moan escapes my lips.
Tilting my head, I let my hair fall from my neck. “You’re distracting me, Dante.”
He hisses, flicking his tongue over the base of my neck. “I’m working you up to it.”
His hands slide down my shoulders and to my arms. I squirm at the tingling sensation of his skin shifting into smooth scales the same color as his eyes. Flecks of gold color the ridges and grooves, traveling all the way down to his fingers, his nails lengthening into sharp points.
My breath hitches at his mesmerizing transformation. I gently trace my fingers over his wrists, working my fingers up his forearms and to his biceps. Shifting onto my knees, I turn to face him. He stares at the sheets, keeping his eyes down. I slowly raise my hand and trace his demonic features with the tip of my finger from his curved chin and wider mouth past the scales where his ears should be and to the short horns on his forehead. Two sharp fangs peek from his lips, and he flicks his forked tongue with another hiss.
I swallow my nerves and look past his beautifully monstrous features to his expansive black wings on his back. Neither Kase nor Lucian have wings, and it makes me curious as to why Dante does.
He remains utterly still under my exploration as I stretch higher and run my fingers over the inky feathers, glowing with an eerie light like the rainbow colors of oil on water in the sunlight. “What do you think, pretty soul? Do you regret wanting to see the real me and all my godforsaken glory?”
“Do you regret showing me?” I ask instead of answering him, drawing my hand back around to guide his face to look at me straight on. “Because you know...I have a lot of questions. Like about your wings. How do you still have them?”
Dante softens his features, shielding his demonic body with his human façade. Closing the space again, he kisses me softly like he needs to find out if I’ll allow him to do so after seeing him in his hellish state. I run my fingers through his hair and back to his wings, wondering what it would be like to fly. Would I be scared out of my mind, or would I feel like the luckiest mortal on Earth for the chance to experience something beyond belief? Maybe both.
“After our jump, the saviors came for us. Kase lost his in the battle, the fuckers cutting them straight off his back,” he says, ruffling the feathers of his wings like the thought hurts him to think about, even though it was Kase.
“And Lucian?” I don’t know why I ask. I shouldn’t want to know, but I do. The more I know about the devil who has marked my soul, the better prepared I can be.
Dante smirks, raising an eyebrow at me. “He hacked them off himself and fed them to the hellhounds.”
“Hellhounds.” I repeat the word again, my mind struggling to process it.
“Crazy little fuckers. You’d probably like them. I know they’d like you.” Dante chuckles at my grimace. “If the rest of you is anything like your lips...damn. I want to taste every inch of you.”
“Me fucking too.” Kase’s deep voice muffles through the closed door, and he taps his fingers on the wood. “I hope angel-girl is still restrained and naked, because I’m coming in.”
He doesn’t wait for a response and swings the door open, frowning at the sight of me still wrapped in the sheet and kneeling between Dante’s legs, just playing with the downy feathers of his wings.
“Well, this is disappointing. You begged me to give you time with Raven and you’ve wasted it talking.” Kase flops onto the full-size bed and slides his tail around my waist. “You could’ve at least gotten your dick sucked while going over the plan.”
Dante growls and lunges, knocking me onto my back as he swings and punches Kase in the jaw. I lie frozen under him, his strong thighs straddling me, squeezing my torso to keep his balance. Kase laughs and raises his hands in surrender. It’s now that I realize how close Dante’s pelvis is to my face. If I arch up a little and he gets hard...
“Damn, look at how she looks at you. I think she’s the one who wants to know what you taste like,” Kase says, kneeling near my head. He grins at me. “You want him to fuck your face, don’t you? Are you brave enough to swallow? I hear it gives mortals a buzz.”
I don’t even know how to respond, so I jerk my fist up and try to whack Kase in the junk. He catches my wrist and slides his fingers through mine. The weight of Dante’s stare penetrates me, and I shift my glower from Kase’s grin and peek at Dante. I was right about what would happen if he got a boner, and now, here I am, looking at his cock from two inches away, pressing against his pants.
“Hypnotic, isn’t it? That’s part of his demonic charm.” Kase hooks his fingers under my arms and tugs me out from beneath Dante. “He might not be able to enchant your soul, but his cock? You’ll be hooked.”
I frown and shrug away in annoyance. I thought Dante was the envious one, but I’m nearly certain Kase is talking like this because he’s jealous too. He’s trying to put thoughts into my head that might make me question what the hell I’m doing. I thought that after our moment, he might act differently, but I guess he’ll always have a demonic streak.
Instead of getting mad, I decide to play his game. He expects me to be embarrassed or to get mad and storm out. I can tell this by his cocky smile. What he doesn’t expect is that I have my own devilish streak too, and I’m not afraid of showing either of them that I won’t be messed with.
“I already am,” I say, cupping Dante’s hard-on through his pants. Summoning my nerve, I rub upward until I reach his button and pop it open. I slide my hand into his pants and nearly lose my resolve at how thick his shaft is. I can’t even get my fingers around it completely.
