Page 17 of The Angel's Kiss
Thirty minutes later, we were in the city and people were walking around, talking, eating, just enjoying themselves. Italmost felt foreign to me because I hadn’t been able to see life outside the walls of the Guild since I had been twelve years old. Marcel parked and we got out and just went into stores or other businesses just to see what was going on. Some places ran us out because we were underage, but one place didn’t seem to care. It was a club and I’d never been to one before.
We entered and the music was blasting so loud, I could feel it vibrating in my body. We didn’t even get carded, which was so awesome. I wondered if they’d let us drink. I grabbed Marcel’s hand and drug him off to the bar where the bartender looked at us, then smirked.
“Two Martinis please,” I ordered. I heard about this drink in a movie and really wanted to try it.
The bartender looked at me, then off to the side to someone else. I turned to see a woman sitting in a red velvet booth with a velvet rope blocking the entrance. She nodded and I turned back to the bartender. He mixed the various alcohols together, smirking the entire time as if he knew something we didn’t. Probably because he knew we were underage.
“Enjoy, gentlemen,” he said as he handed us our drinks.
We took the booze and then looked at each other, grinning. “Awesome!” we said together before clanking our glasses. after taking a sip, we both coughed at the bitter taste.
“Ugh, that tastes like shit,” I said.
“Not what I expected,” Marcel added. “It sounded so tropical.”
Still, I took another sip, then another, as did Marcel. I took my drink out on the dance floor and Marcel and I just danced and drank, it was so much fun. We were given more drinks and didn’t even have to pay for it. I started to feel lighter, happier, and I hugged Marcel as I laughed. All of a sudden, I felt someone standing behind me. I was grabbed around my waist and pulled against a strong chest. My drink was taken from me by strong hands and the man leaned down to my ear.
“Little boys shouldn’t be in dangerous places like this,” said a deep, seductive voice in a Greek accent. There was something off about his presence, his aura, and I shoved his hands away from me and turned to face him, staggering as I did.
Oh. My. God... he was GORGEOUS! My mouth dropped open, all words escaped me. I had wanted to tell him off or something, but I couldn’t say anything. He had the prettiest eyes I’d ever seen... were they indigo? How unique. His black hair was cut short in the back and sides, but his bangs were longer. His face was sculpted by angels, had to be. It was too perfect and his mouth... so sensual. Who... no... what was he? He looked so familiar.
“What’s your name?” I practically yelled to him over the loud music.
He smiled, then leaned down, kissing me softly on the mouth. It was my first kiss. A gentle brushing of his lips to mine, but it was electrifying and I felt the heat rush through my entire being. My cock had already stirred to life, but now it was fully engorged. How the hell could one kiss make me feel this way? I opened my eyes to see the man wink at me.
“Rai, Marcel!”
I turned from the stranger who had me captured to the sound of Darius Morris, as his was a voice you couldn’t mistake or ignore. Not even in my drunken state. I saw him parting the dancing crowd along with four Guards.
“Shit,” I cursed and turned back to see that the man who’d stolen my first kiss was gone. A hand clamped down on my shoulder and I looked to see that it was our Headmaster’s, a look of annoyance on his handsome face.
“We’re going now,” Darius said, then shoved me in the direction of the Guards, who took my arm, just like they had Marcel’s, and we were removed from the club and put into waiting Jeeps.
I knew I was going to be in a LOT of trouble, but it had been worth it. Still, I wondered, who was the fine-ass man? Damn, he was hot and why did he look so fucking familiar?
Chapter seven
Azazel
A Meeting of Sorts
Itook a swigof the martini Rai had been drinking and smirked at the Guardian who was glaring at me. “You should keep better track of them,” I criticized. Like with most warriors of the Guild, he was one sexy-ass bastard. The demon in me wondered if he could match me in the sheets.
“I do believe this is our first encounter,” the Guardian said, and I could hear his Egyptian accent. He looked around the club and I wondered if he knew that it was a demon establishment. There was a spell cast on the place to block all demonic auras to be a shield of defense against the likes of him and the Guards. He needn’t worry about it; I’d have my fun in this place anyway. There were only ten demons here, low-level ones too. Easy work for me.
“So, what’s your name?” I asked, then finished the drink. I could taste Rai in it, my Guardian, and he seemed like he was going to be a handful.
He didn’t reply, only nodded for me to follow him.
I did and we were in the back alley now.
“Thank you for calling Terri and alerting us of this situation,” he said.
“Did that hurt? Having to thank a demon?” I asked with a devilish smile.
“You’re Azazel, the legendary demon Knight,” he said.
“Legendary? I like that.”
