Page 16 of The River of Hatred

Jessica bites her plump lower lip and groans. “Stop it, you evil creature, I haven’t gotten off in weeks.”

I’m taken aback by her candor, delighted by it. “Lies,” I whisper in her ear. “You come in your sleep.” Back at the camp, Ithuriel drops something, loud enough for me to hear it, but not the now-very-red mortal.

“Does he know?” she whispers.

He does now.“Nope. Our little secret.” I wink at her. She looks embarrassed enough to be on the verge of tears. I love it.

Jutting her chin out, she tries to act unaffected. “Well, what about you?”

I eye her with narrowed eyes. “What about me?”

“When’s the last time you got off?”

Oh-ho-ho!This little mouse has balls on her!

I lean in closer. “Maybe that’s why I moved over here,” I whisper next to her ear. “For some alone time.” She’s chewing on her lip again and I reach out to free the captured flesh. “You’ll hurt yourself,” I murmur.

She clears her throat and wipes her hands against her leathers. “I better leave you be then.”

As she goes to stand up, I place a hand on top of her leg. “Or you can stay.”

“Stay?”

“Stay,” I breathe and lift my other hand, waving my fingers in front of her face. “We could take care of ourselves… together?”

Her eyes widen to a comical degree and she quickly looks behind her to see if Ithuriel is still at a safe distance – to her notions – in the camp. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Sariel.”

“Thought you were going to call me Sar?” I use my thumb to rub soothing circles on her thigh.

“He could hear us…”

I scoff. “Look how far away he is.”Nowhere near far enough.“He’s not going to hear a thing.”He’s going to heareverything.

Her eyes drop to my crotch, where my cock’s trying to burst through armor-thick leather pants. At the sight of the sizeable bulge there, her throat bobs on a swallow. “Fuck. Okay,” she acquiesces nearly soundlessly.

Yes!I start tugging on the laces bravely holding my pants closed against the onslaught of my erection.

Thud.

Ithuriel’s greatsword skewers into the ground not a few feet from the mortal who jumps up with a shriek.I’m gonna kill him.

“Apologies!” he shouts, jogging toward his weapon. “I believed I saw a demon stalking to where you were sitting.”

“And decided to throw your melee weapon at it?” I’m fastening my leathers back up, not hiding what I’m doing, much to the mortal’s dismay. The look on her face makes the interruption almost worth it. Almost.

The angel defends his actions: “I wasn’t sure if I would arrive in time to prevent Jessica from getting hurt.”

“Right,” I drawl. “And I’d let her get hurt?”

He gives me a scathing look. “There are many ways for her to get hurt with you.”

Yeah. Like she could come so hard it hurts. For fuck’s sake.

“Excuse me, boys,” Jess mutters, speed-walking to her bedroll in the distance.

Once she’s out of earshot, I glare at the intruder. “You could’ve waited ten minutes.”

“I cannot believe your audacity, Sariel!”

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