Page 123 of Bones

“No.” At that bombshell, I started to release him, but he covered my hand again and used it—used me—to stroke himself. He stopped after a moment, which was good because my plan to tease him was backfiring. “Wehave one.”

Jump-starting my brain enough to remember what we were talking about, his words clicked. “What?We?”

“Grip me tighter, and I’ll tell you every-fucking-thing you wanna know.”

My smile grew to a grin as I did the opposite, loosening my hold to graze up his length.

“You’re cruel,” he groaned.

“Who’s our archangel?”

I have an archangel.

Or joint custody of one, but still.

“Uriel.”

My lips curved down as I tried to recall any information past the lust fog that’d settled over my brain. “I’m not overly familiar with him.”

His words were stilted, coming out with rough, heavy breaths. “The archangel of fulfillment—my gift. And light, prophecy, and visions—your gifts.Ourarchangel.”

Ourarchangel.

Because I wasn’t a sinner damned to hell.

I slid my palm down to the base of him. “Then what happened?”

“That was it. Talked to Levi and Uriel about where I’d been and how angels were defecting. Ate a beignet. Felt your terror and demanded they send me back.”

“They have beignets?” I asked, though that was far from the most important thing he said. It did explain why he declined Monica’s offer, though.

“Levi smuggled it in.”

“Why are angels deserting Heaven? It’sliteralHeaven.”

“Your guess is as good as mine, baby.”

I mulled it over, my nails teasing through the trimmed hair above his cock. Then the hair below. The sides.

Basically, anywhere but where he wanted me most.

Where I wanted to touch most, too.

Is mutual torment still even torment?

At the surge of arousal that mixed with the wetness already dripping from me, another realization formed.

We hadn’t used protection.

And I wasn’t on birth control. Not unless that was one of the pills I’d secretly been given.

“Hey, so… Can The Four, um, reproduce?”

Deke’s brows furrowed, his mouth a bitter slash. “Our purpose is hazardous, and our lifetimes are never-ending. Bringing a child into that would be fucked.”

His words were matter of fact, but his tone and the expression were both resentful.

He cupped my cheek. “Are you upset?”

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