Page 29 of Freeing Hawk
“I know you love her.”
“Yes. I do love Leta. It’s kind of a requirement for—”
“Being together.”
“Is that why you’ve been acting weird since my phone call earlier today?” Angel asked. “You’re jealous of Leta.”
Though I wanted to leave the room, I couldn’t. Tiberius had fallen asleep and it would suck having to wake him. I wasn’t even his mom and it would kill me to disturb his slumber because he was so overwhelmingly cute. His hind legs twitched in his sleep and a few times he did a bum wiggle.
“Hawk.” He hunched down in front of me.
I swallowed the lump in my throat. “What? I want to take a nap before you take me back to Ghoul’s and Eris’ place.”
“Leta is my sister.”’’
I tossed back the rest of my drink, winced at the burn and extended the glass to him. He walked from the room then returned with another drink and a bottle of water. I knocked back the whiskey but knew the water would only make the stinging in my throat worse.
“I have to go.” I exhaled.
“Why?”
“Because I keep putting my foot in my mouth around you.” I tossed my hands up. “I keep saying things and jumping to conclusions and I can’t think straight. You cloud my senses, and I can’t afford to have that right now. I need to find Kingston and bring him home to Mia and their unborn child and you—you make me want to do things I shouldn’t even be thinking of right now.”
“Like what?”
“Come on, Angel.” I sighed helplessly. “You’re not a child. You know what a woman wants when she has a man who looks like you in front of her.”
“Tell me anyway.”
Fighting the urge to blurt out what I had been thinking raged through me. But the angel on my shoulder died a swift death when Angel lifted the most beautiful pair of brown eyes I’d ever seen.
“I want you to kiss me like you did before.” I met his gaze then quickly dropped my eyes. “To know what it feels like to have your beard brush against my nipples, the insides of my thighs. I’m sorry.”
He gripped my thighs in large, powerful palms. I chewed on my lips and watched as he dragged those palms along my thighs, down to my knees. When he shoved my legs apart, a soft gasp escaped my body. Tiberius grunted and hopped off and trotted out of the room. He was probably annoyed we woke him, but I couldn’t stop what was happening.
I didn’t want to.
But he didn’t seem to mind it or hear it. All he did was gripped the crotch of my jeans in tight fingers and tugged. The sharp echo of material coming apart filled the air and I should have been mad. But as the grate of the sharpness floated through the room, all I could think about was how wet I was and the way my heart raced even as I held my breath.
Angel bowed his head to lick the exposed bits of my thighs the tear exposed. I was reaching for his shoulders to stop him as he moved his facial hair against my left thigh even as he ripped the rest of my jeans from my body.
I lost my mind, arched backward as my eyes crossed. Angel moved his face to the other side, and I was nothing but a hot puddle in his arms.
Moving forward, he pulled my panty to the side, growled the tasted my most intimate part.
I couldn’t pull myself together then. Any thought of rejecting what was happening slowly vanished with each pass of his tongue.
Giving in to him was the only thing left. Remembering the growls to fill the air as he held my legs wide open to devour me. I bit into my bottom lip to keep him from knowing what he was really doing to me. But how could he not know?
I writhed my hips up to get his tongue deeper.
I held the back of his head, holding his mouth precisely where I needed it. If he moved, or left, I’d combust.
“Angel.” I sighed as my toes curled in on themselves and every part of me burned beautifully.
How could he not know?
I shamelessly allowed my entire being to convulse as the first Angel induced orgasm rushed through me. Every part of my being stiffened, and I managed to hold off on coming until he growled for me. That primal sound pushed me over a cliff he’d been leading me to.
