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He’s trying to scream, but Gabriel’s hand ensures that nothing but the smallest sounds escape.
I wish I could hear more.
“Beautiful,” Gabriel says, his voice rife with awe. “I knew you were the one for me, little lamb.”
I watch as Zachariah starts to slump, as Gabriel’s grip tightens on him. “Is that enough?” I ask him. “Will he…”
Will he descend to Hell, where he deserves to spend eternity after all he’s wrought upon others?
“It’s enough.” Gabriel lets go of Zachariah, and he falls to the ground, gasping and making incoherent sounds.
His arms twitch like he’s trying to move, but all I notice is the blood trickling out of him, and the gaping hole in his stomach.
It should make me nauseous.
I should be vomiting.
Gabriel places his bloody hands on my shoulders and kisses me soundly. I can taste Zachariah’s blood on his lips, and I moan into that flavor, the one I’ve always been fascinated by.
“You’re amazing,” Gabriel whispers. “My lamb, mywolf. You and me, together, will rid the world of the festering demons that plague it.”
“Demons like Father… Like Zachariah?” I ask, licking my lips. I should be repulsed by this, too, by the thought of dragging others down into the depths with me.
I’m not.
“Like him, and all others who would hurt the innocent,” Gabriel agrees.
I nod.
I think I like the idea of destroying those who would hurt others.
My erection, at least, says that I do.
I shiver. “We need to take care of… of the body,” I say, looking down at Zachariah. “And Eve.”
“I need to take care ofyoufirst, my lamb.” Gabriel kisses me again. “Tell me what you want, boy.”
“You,” I say, wrapping my arms around him. There’s so much I should be concerned about right now, but all I can think about is him — about giving and taking and losing myself in this moment. “Fuck me, Daddy.”
“Anything you desire.”
Those words reverberate through me.
Because of what they represent, because I know they’re the truth.
Gabriel really will give me everything I want and need.
And for once, I don’t feel guilty about taking it.
CHAPTER 20
GABRIEL
I’ve always gotten a thrill from punishing those who deserve it. Their blood, their screams, the dying light of their eyes.
But I have never been this aroused from a mere gutting.
It’s because of Levi.
