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Sam growled. “I didn’t mean that.”
“There aren’t too many ways to interpret it.”
He shot forward, his hands gripping my upper arms, and brought his lips crashing down on mine.
I closed my eyes against the swirl of emotions. The hurt and want tangled together while I struggled to stay cold and unaffected by his kiss.
“Kiss me back, dammit,” he said against my lips.
When I didn’t, he pulled back far enough to look at me. He didn’t release his hold on my shoulders.
“I’m sorry, okay? I never meant to hurt you.”
“I can’t keep doing this,” I said, barely above a whisper.
“Can’t keep doingwhatexactly?”
“Whatever the fuck we’re doing.” My voice broke, and I felt the hot tears spilling over. “It hurts too much. I don’t blame you for any of it. This one is on me. I saw what I wanted to see, believed what I wanted to believe. At some point I always had to face the truth.”
“And what truth is that?” Sam asked, his voice hard.
“We’re not together. No matter how much I want it, we’re not. I don’t get any say in what you do or choose to tell me. I just fooled myself into thinking that I did. I’m sorry for yelling at you. That wasn’t fair.”
Sam lowered his forehead to mine. “I don’t give a fuck what’s fair, Siren. You are more than welcome to yell at me. Get pissed, make demands, fight with me. I can take it.”
“ButIcan’t.”
Sam’s eyes closed briefly, as if my words pained him. “What do you need? What will make this better?”
I leaned away from him, trying to get some space. I opened my mouth to tell him I needed time away from him, but I didn’t get the chance. The sound of fabric ripping cut through the silent garden, and giant silver wings extended from Sam’s back.
My breath caught. Sam’s wings were stunning, shining softly in the moonlight. Hearing Thomas tell me Sam was an angel was not the same thing as seeing the literal evidence.
“They’re beautiful,” I whispered in awe.
Sam’s fingers slipped down my arm and he took my hand, guiding it to touch the soft feathers of one wing. Despite the color, they didn’t feel metallic.
Tentatively my fingers stroked over the feathers, eliciting a groan from Sam. “Fuck, that feels amazing.”
I swallowed hard. “I can’t figure out how to let you go,” I admitted.
“Then don’t,” he said, letting out a shuddering breath before lowering his lips to mine again.
His hands found my hips, pulling me against his hard erection as he kissed me with thinly veiled desperation. I opened for him, letting him deepen the kiss, letting it take away all the pain and fear and doubt. I didn’t think I’d ever get tired of kissing Sam.
Twenty-Five
Samuel
I strokedSiren’s bare back. I knew she hadn’t just forgotten her anger and hurt from learning I was an angel, but we were both putting that aside in favor of spending every spare second we had naked together. Talking about the idea of ending what we were doing had made us both that much more desperate for each other.
“There’s something I’ve wanted to ask you,” she said without moving from her place half on top of me.
“Go ahead.”
“Thomas said something about training demon hunters here. What did he mean?”
I was going to murder Thomas. Exactly how much had he told her? “There’s a gym downstairs,” I answered. “Everyone trains to defend themselves against demons.”
