Page 31 of The Angel's Kiss
That’s why he darkened the windows. Did I, at that moment of weakness, let my shield down? Fuck.
“Yeah, you wanted to watch me fuck that guy, didn’t you?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” I said.
Rai chuckled and pressed himself against me. “You’re hard, Azazel. I bet you wanted it to be your ass I slid my cock into, didn’t you? Is that why you tried to sneak into my home?”
“You don’t have the balls to fuck me, Rai.” I shoved him back, there was no nausea, because the intent to harm wasn’t there. I swallowed hard because my arousal was spiking.
“Don’t pretend to be Marcel again,” Rai commanded.
“Fine.”
“Good. Now get the fuck out of my home.”
“I came to tell you that your little demon hunt tonight wasn’t as successful as you thought it was,” I said.
He frowned and that jawline of his was magnificent. “What do you mean?”
“One of the demons you thought you’d killed played you for the fool you are. When you left, he rose and would have gotten away had I not been there.” I walked over to him as he looked off to the side, obviously thinking back to that moment to trace his steps, searching for where he went wrong. “Your weapons are shit when it comes to powerful demons, Rai. Stop pushing me away.” I looked down to see that his cock had tented the robe he was wearing. His manhandling of me got him aroused as well. I reached down and brushed a finger over the hardness and he trembled.
“Stop it!” He took several steps back.
“You can’t go on like this, Rai,” I said in all seriousness.
He turned. “You can see yourself out. Next time, I’ll make sure to cut off their heads.”
“You nee—”
“I don’t need you. Now go!” he snapped.
“Stubborn fool,” I snarled, then teleported home. I wanted to ignore him. If he claimed he didn’t need me, fine. Fuck him! But... I knew I couldn’t let him go out there without any backup. I wasn’t even sure why I felt that way, I just did.
I still had to protect him.
Chapter thirteen
Rai
Things Got A Little Messy
Six months, that washow long I’d been fighting demons and Hell bound humans since I left the Guild. There were a few moments when the kill was difficult, but in the end, I handled it. The other five Guardians didn’t bother me about my choice to fight alone. To be honest, I was expecting at least a lecture or two, but nothing.
It was Azazel who continued to pester me, at least, he did for the first two months, then he transitioned to flirting with me—which was more annoying than him calling me an idiot for fighting alone. He was everything I desired, bold, confident, powerful, and sinfully gorgeous and it was the whole sin part of that which kept me at bay. I also wondered if he was a top or bottom, or did he switch? What would it be like to plunder his demonic ass? He boasted about how great he was in bed, and it left me very curious. So curious, I’d jerked off to fantasies of him, but that was as far as I would allow myself to take it. I could never... would never fuck a demon, let alone fall in lovewith one, no matter how much his silent presence was a comfort to me. Because, for the past three months, that was what was happening. Azazel was just watching me from afar, I could feel him when he was near. The fact that I knew I could depend on him if I needed to gave me certain feelings I wasn’t ready to explore.
I stepped out of the shower and dried off. When I opened the door of my bathroom, I stopped dead in my tracks. Azazel was lounging on my bed dressed in an all-black suit that looked like it was tailored to fit his form to perfection. He looked at me with those indigo eyes of his and smiled. He actually caught my be surprise, because I didn’t sense him. Did that mean powerful demons could mask their auras?
“That was a long shower... I started to join you,” he said with a devilish smirk.
I sighed. “If you come into my home again without an invitation, I’m going to find a way to block your demonic ass,” I said.
He chuckled and then patted the bed. “Come on, join me. It’s not like I can’t tell that you want me, Rai.”
I rolled my eyes at that, then turned to walk to my dresser to put on some underwear—the most constricting kind. The last thing I needed Azazel to see was the tent my cock made in the towel wrapped around my waist. I could feel his eyes on me, watching my every move as I slipped on the underwear and then removed my towel.
“Awww, not even a little glance of that beautiful ass of yours,” Azazel flirted.
“Is there a reason you’re here, Azazel?” I asked, then began to get dressed. I had to cut off his game because if I let him continue to flirt, I might lose my resolve and take him up on his offer to fuck his brains out. Boy, I wanted to pound him into my mattress. It was becoming increasingly harder for me to resistthe bastard who’d been in my dreams since I was twelve years old and erotically since I was sixteen. That kiss we shared at the club back then still lingered on my lips.
