Page 4 of Witch's Betrayal
"Try my cock."
My pulse quickened under the heat of his mouth but I wouldn't give in that easily. "So charming you are."
"You love it, baby."
He rolled on top of me, pushing me down into the mattress as his kisses deepened. A cough and throat-clearing sound made us look up.
Ash sat propped up on his elbows, his face expressionless.
"Mind if I cut in?" he asked sardonically.
"That's up to our woman," Raum answered with the smallest growl of possessiveness in his voice.
I patted his arm. "Later, Prince Charming. It's still early. Go out for a flight and I'll see you at the shop for tea?"
He growled an agreement and leaned down to kiss me before reluctantly leaving the bed. A few seconds later I heard the distinct flapping of feathers and "Caw!" cry as he shifted into a raven, and flew out the window.
I scooted across the bed toward Ash and snuggled up against his side. His arms opened and wrapped around me but his face remained steely.
"What's up? Are you mad?" I asked.
His arms tightened around me just slightly.
"No," he answered. His icy blue eyes flicked down to meet mine. "I just missed you. He's been with you the whole time."
I rested my head on his chest, listening to the backward thumping of his demon heart against my cheek. Before my coven ceremony, I still hadn't remembered all of my past lives. The guys were insistent on not telling me anything, so as to not alter my memories when they finally did return. Ash almost called me by my original name, Lilith, and then avoided seeing me for days to prevent himself from spilling anything else.
He was my first and the one I'd known the longest. But in this lifetime, I felt like I barely got to know him as well as Sal and Raum.
"I missed you too, angel."
He quirked an eyebrow. "Angel? That's a new one." He ran a hand down my arm. "You should know by now, love, that I am no angel."
"No, but you'remyangel." I watched my fingertips trail across his perfect, inhuman skin. "You saved my helpless human ass from the wrath that came down from the heavens. For that, you'll always be my guardian angel."
His heartbeat quickened underneath me. I felt emotions from his aura spill over into mine, where they mixed like an elixir. I felt his love and devotion to me and wrapped my arms around him tighter.
"I still remember that day like it just happened," he said with a gentle kiss on my head.
"Me too," I whispered.
He squeezed me tighter, flooding me with his joy and gratitude at my memories being back.
We held each other in comfortable silence while I traced the sigils tattooed in the center of his chest. The top one, just below his throat, was mine. The sigil of Lilith, with Lucifer's directly below it.
"Why is mine on top?" I asked. "Didn't you align with Lucifer's rebellion first?"
"Yes," he said, clasping his hand over mine. "But you have always come first for me. And you always will."
I reached up to kiss him, which he returned sweetly.
"You come first for me too," I said softly, losing myself in his crystal gaze. "Always. You're the reason I'm still here at all." I kissed him again. "My connection with each of you is so different and unique. I love all of you guys but no one will replace who you are to me."
He lowered his eyes, a small smile playing on his stoic face.
"I know, Deja. Now that your memories are back, I think we all want you to ourselves a bit selfishly. I don't mind seeing you with them, but I always have been the most selfish about being with you."
"I know," I said, stroking my hand along the coarse beard on his jaw. "You're not jealous, you're possessive. I think I understand the difference."
