Page 68 of The Angel's Kiss
“I see you still consider yourself a demon,” I said, noting he said ‘us’ in his statement.
“I am what I am. I don’t have any qualms about that. Do you still?” he asked me, his indigo eyes captivated me as he awaited my reply.
I shook my head. “No.” It was the truth. In fact, the more I thought about it, I think I got over the fact that Azazal was a demon years ago, but I just couldn’t admit it to myself.
“I find that comforting,” he said.
“Do you still take pleasure in human suffering as other demons do?” I asked, because that’s the answer I wanted when I made my earlier comment.
Azazel tilted his head to the side, his luscious lips pursed slightly, then he sighed. “Not the way I used to. In fact, I only enjoy the suffering of those who deserve it. Does that answer give you satisfaction?”
I nodded. “It does. Back to what you said, that is all true. But my job isn’t to change that.”
“Same here, yet your side thinks we should.”
“My side just wishes demons wouldn’t make it worse.”
Azazel laughed. “We’re not. That’s what I’m trying to tell you, Rai. Your side sits back and watches what you already know is the inevitable. My side only gives the humans what they already want. We don’t change the outcome that is their destiny.”
“So, is this you trying to convince me that ‘we’re not so different you and I’?”
Azazel smirked. “Is that too hard a pill to swallow? If so, I have something else you can swallow.”
“Oh My God! Go fuck already,” Monique said.
“Jesus!” I gasped and turned to her. “Girl, that mouth on you.”
“I’m just saying, you two sat there and bickered like an old married couple. I bet you forgot I was here. The sexual tension is so thick in the air, I choked on it,” Monique said. “Just go fuck already. It’s so obvious that you’re into each other.” She shooed us away. “Go, go on... close the bedroom door. I’ll turn the TV up so that I don’t hear.” She grinned then. “Not that I wouldn't mind, because my god, you two are gorgeous!”
Azazel laughed outright then, slapping his knee and everything. I was still trying to process what she’d said. My face was so hot and I knew I was blushing. “It’s not that.”
She smirked and even I knew I didn’t believe the bullshit I just said. It was totally that. I wanted to take Azazel to Poundtown and leave him twitching on my bed in soaked sheets. And the only reason I hadn’t done so... how would others look at me? Judge me?
Azazel tapped my temple. “That brain of yours trying to figure out reasons to deny what even the girl can clearly see.”
“I’m a Guardian.”
“And you’re still a man... with needs and desires.”
“Azazel, we’re not having this conversation in front of a sixteen-year-old, girl. Okay?” I put my foot down and he nodded. I turned back to Monique. “I’ll admit, you’re a tough little cookie, you don’t break. That’s badass. To answer your question, my lifestyle is supplemented by the celestial organization I live for. I have to be on call twenty-four-seven and able to travel all over the world to save people.”
“I’m rich,” Azazel said.
“Do you two live here together?” Monique asked.
“Not yet,” Azazel said.
I started to protest but then decided not to. With the way I was feeling, my cock stirring to life, I’d be damned if I let it make a liar out of me. “Not yet,” I echoed Azazel's response and he tossed me a wicked smile.
“I can move in ASAP,” Azazel suggested.
I shrugged. “Fine. It’s best that we live together anyway.”
Azazel raised both sexy black eyebrows. “Really?”
I nodded. “You were right about everything. We’re best when we’re together, stronger. And unlike other Guardians, I can live with my Champion.”
“Consider it done,” Azazel said with a wide grin.
