hips. Shivers raced up from his touch. He looked up then, and the sight of him crouching before me, molten lightning in his eyes as he caught my gaze, caused my stomach to tighten, my breasts growing heavy. “Some of my powers may have transferred to you.”
It was hard to remember how to form a sentence, what with my blood eagerly pumping in other places than my brain right now. “Will I sprout wings?”
“No. Only full-blood demons have them. You may—” he leaned in and kissed the inside of my thigh, and I all but liquefied “—be somewhat close to a half-blood in powers.”
“Half-blood?” I breathed, my fingers curling into his shoulders.
“The offspring of a demon and a human. They don’t have wings and are weaker than demons, but they have abilities that humans lack.”
It was unfair how articulate he was compared to my whut-R-werds trouble, courtesy of the fact he was a few inches away from burying his face in my crotch. I didn’t have to press my thighs together or wiggle to feel the slick wetness drenching my panties.
He inhaled deeply and his fingers tightened on my legs. Achingly slow, he leaned forward again and placed another kiss on my other thigh, then rose to his feet in a fluid motion. His expression looked almost pained, and I’d lie if I said it wasn’t gratifying to see him affected like that.
His voice was a bit roughened when he spoke. “I’m going to take a shower and change—” he tapped the collar of his shirt where his blood stained the dark gray fabric “—and then I’ll take you to the kennels.” He paused, leaned in and sniffed at my neck. Straightening again, he added, “In fact, you’ll need to wash up too. They won’t be friendly if they smell blood on you.”
He brushed a finger over my collarbone and showed me the tiny red smear on his fingertip. Apparently some of his blood had sprayed me when I accidentally slit his throat.
I grimaced at the reminder, then shook my head to clear it. “Wait—kennels?”
He was already through the door to the next room. “We’re going to visit the hounds.”
“Why?”
I hurried to catch up as he crossed the sitting room and entered his bedroom—where I stopped short at the sight of him shrugging out of his shirt. I’d never get used to that visual. Rippling muscles, corded sinews, strength poured into a frame of pure power. It was enough to render a girl temporarily stunned and frozen.
Or rather, molten on the inside and barely held together by skin that was rapidly catching fire.
I must have uttered a sound of helpless appreciation because Azazel glanced at me as he threw his shirt in a corner, his eyes sparking.
“You’re welcome to join me in the shower,” he said with a purr that echoed the pulsing need between my legs.
I just stared. Words fled me.
His hands went to the fastening of his pants, popped open the top button.
My breath got stuck in my lungs.
The next button gave. The trail of dark hair became more visible. I remembered, all too vividly, that he didn’t wear anything underneath these pants.
Sweat broke out on my skin. I licked my suddenly dry lips.
Another button. More bronzed skin, dusted with black hair.
I grabbed the doorjamb to steady myself. I could have left—my legs would still work well enough to let me wobble out—but I stood rooted to the spot, unable to tear my eyes away from the provocative display in front of me.
No more buttons left, only the flaps of his pants as he pushed them down…and freed the hard length of his cock.
I made an undignified sound somewhere between a whimper and a moan. I’d never found dicks to be especially aesthetically pleasing, but this piece of hardware right there might just change my mind.
More than that, though, the sight of his erection jutting up from the patch of close-cropped black hair caused shivers of primal lust to course through me. Instinctive, reflexive, like the unconscious, uncontrollable response of saliva pooling in your mouth when you saw and smelled your favorite treat, raw craving pulsed low in my core as I stared at his cock, and my inner muscles clenched as if in anticipation.
Azazel stepped out of his pants, but made no move toward me. “Whenever you want to do something about that look on your face,” he said, grasping his length and squeezing hard, “come find me.”
And with that he turned and prowled into the bathroom,