Eternal Sin (Primal Sin #2) - Ariana Nash Page 0,7

demon’s gaze trailed lower, down his back, to his ass, heating all the way.

Severn could do this. He was a fucking incubus, despite appearances. He knew sex better than he knew how to breathe.

“You don’t like the clothes?” Samiel asked, heading toward the cupboards. “I struggled to find a shirt small enough—”

“They’re fine.” Just a little longer. The tingling, warm scent of desire had entered the room with Samiel. Whatever problems he had with Severn’s current appearance, he still wanted to fuck it. Maybe he’d always had an angel kink and was just now discovering it. Or maybe he saw more of Konstantin in Severn’s new body than Severn had realized. Either way, Samiel’s arousal was sweet enough to awaken Severn’s. Yesterday, fresh from torture, he’d been floundering. Today, he had a purpose. Fuck, feed, get stronger.

Severn summoned to mind the memory of Mikhail braced over him, the angel’s face lost to rapture as he’d buried himself hilt deep inside Severn. Lust woke the single part of his anatomy that really needed to quit fucking around and play along. Or rather, absolutely fuck around. With Samiel.

The scent of desire and need spiked, and Severn turned to find Samiel standing on the other side of the bed, staring. He knew from the demon’s expression the kind of picture he made. Angel, at the window, stark naked and erect as the day an incubus was born.

“Come here,” Severn said, adding a familiar demon tone. He’d deliberately lost the grating rumble from his voice when he’d chosen this illusion, but it was back now.

Samiel stiffened, in more ways than one, and Severn’s lips twitched to see the effect the order had on him. Oh, Samiel wanted to fuck all right, but he was also confused because demons fucking angels was one of those taboo subjects even concubi didn’t touch. Humans, yes. They were fair game. But not the enemy.

Severn took his invested cock in hand and gave it a few leisurely strokes, imagining Mikhail’s firm hand working him over. There had been nothing like the feel of Mikhail’s fingers sliding over his erection. So firm, yet yielding, just like Mikhail.

“I said… come here.”

Samiel started to move around the end of the bed, unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his dark bronze rack of abs. Then he tore the shirt off with jagged tugs and tossed it aside. His hand locked around Severn’s throat, fingers choking.

Severn’s back struck the window, making the glass rattle.

“You dare order me, angel?” Sharp teeth glinted.

Severn bared blunt teeth in return. If Samiel truly wanted to hold him, he couldn’t escape. But this wasn’t about force. Samiel wasn’t concubi. He couldn’t smell emotions, but he saw how Severn’s cock leaked in eagerness. Samiel was demon, and in his mind, this was wrong. Samiel needed the power here, or he’d never get over his mental barriers enough to enjoy what was to come. Severn needed him lost to pleasure. He needed that moment of abandonment peaking into a crescendo of ecstasy so he could drink his ether down. Gods, his mouth watered just thinking on it. He really was starved.

Samiel’s grip eased. His hand spread around Severn’s collarbone and down his chest, sweeping, exploring the new angel body.

“What do you want?” Severn asked.

Samiel looked up. Golden eyes blazed. “Konstantin.”

“Close your eyes.”

His lashes fluttered closed.

Severn dropped to his knees, quickly unbuttoned the trouser fly, and grasped Samiel’s thick length. The demon’s breath stuttered. Severn’s hands weren’t Konstantin’s. He didn’t possess long, sharp nails. His skin wasn’t as warm and as rough. But he remembered exactly how Samiel liked to be pleasured. He sealed his lips over Samiel’s crown and tongued the tiny, sensitive slit, then licked hard and swallowed him deep.

Samiel’s hips tilted, cock sinking deeper. He made a strangled sound and thrust his hands into Severn’s hair, grasping for horns that weren’t there, but it didn’t matter, Severn had him now. Ether smoked off his skin, sweet and light and everything Severn needed after the exhaustion of the last few weeks.

Samiel thrust harder, his cock far larger than an angel’s throat was designed to take. Severn winced around the thickness, fighting for air, but it didn’t fucking matter because Samiel’s ether was flowing now, thickening, luring Severn into its embrace while filling him up.

Samiel’s panting breaths turned to heavy grunting, each one ending as his cock beat the back of Severn’s throat. Not yet… Severn pulled free and smiled up into Samiel’s glassy-eyed, questioning gaze. Samiel yanked him straight and slammed a