Page 163 of Drown Like Heaven
When I inhaled, I could smell his kapnos. Saltwater on bare skin, choppy waves, sheer oceanic darkness. He could probably smell me too. Dark in the same way, but traced with shadows, not storms. Forest, not ocean.
“Yeah. That’s all I want to do,” Mason said, surging forward a little, enough to make my blood pressure spike.
“Doubt it.”
“I really,reallyhate the fact that you dragged me back into your life. You don’t know how to stay gone. Leave me the fuck alone.”
“Trust me, I hate it just as much as you—”
“That’s goddamnbullshit, Micah,” he cut me off. “Let me go, then. Deal with Aamon on your own because I’m sick of seeing you. Don’t be a pussy.”
“That’s a lot of talk from the man who’s can’t seem to gather the courage to kill one singular demon,” I said, irritated, heart pumping. “You’ve lost your edge.”
“I’ve lost my edge?” He was standing too close. “How would you know that?You don’t know me anymore.”
He was close enough to feel his heat mingling with my own, close enough to hear his breaths, close enough to reach out and grab his—
He slammed his hand against my bare chest, shoving me backwards while stabbing me with electricity. Every muscle in my body tensed up, excruciating pain searing along every nerve, leaving me raw and panting by the time my spine slammed into the edge of the counter and Mason took his hand off me.
“That’s all you got?”
I was viscerally aware of how blurred the lines felt at nighttime. Memories shook up all the thoughts in my head, slamming me with images of Mason on his knees, my cock deep in his throat and my hand on the back of his head. Images of us together, fucking around for hours every night.Insatiable.
My eyes cast downward. It was dark, but not dark enough to conceal the erection tenting his boxer briefs. My cock thickened in response to the sight of it. I gripped the edge of the counter, fingers curled around the cool granite.
“Stop fucking with me,” he said through his teeth.
“I’m not doing shit to you,” I said, my voice getting rougher.
I was fully hard now—as hard as Mason was.
He looked down at my own erection pushing at my underwear, hunger in his eyes. We were standing so close now. It wouldn’t take much to close that gap, to feel the hardness of Mason’s cock against my own, to grind my hips into his. Even though our clothes, it would feel so good.
“You’re in my head.”
“I’m not in your head now.”
Our eyes met, our abs expanding and contracting with every breath. So many goddamn memories were filling the air I could’ve choked on them.
Kapnos wasn’t supposed to affect other male angels the same way it would female angels, since males couldn’t procreate with each other. But I’d always felt like that was a lie. Mason’s scent made me feel absolutely insane. It was a drug, one I hadn’t experienced in a very long time.
And I was just now being reminded of how potent the high was.
“Having regrets?” he questioned, eyes dragging angrily over my body.
“I’d never regret leaving you. Every time you open your mouth I’m reminded exactly why I did it.”
He responded to my words exactly the way I knew he would—with explosive fury swelling in his skull. Lightning arced across the sky at the exact moment his hand slammed against my throat, fingers squeezing the sides.
I didn’t react.
Rain pummeled the glass, filling the house with a constant wash of heavy noise. He was crushing my windpipe. I could hardly breathe.
“That’s not what I meant,” he snarled.
Mason pressed forward still holding my throat, a new ferocity in his eyes. My hands ached from how hard I was gripping the counter, hatred raining down on me in stinging sheets.
Yes. There is one thing I’ll always regret, and you know that.
