her thighs, arms twined around her, face tucked against hers.
“Huh, I kinda expected a better seduction than that, after all your threesome talk,” Deyva mused, puffing out a breath.
Rolling over her words, I lifted my head. Deyva’s hair was tousled around her face and over my new pillow, and she blinked up at me, lashes catching in the dark strands.
“Am I allowed to seduce you?” I asked cautiously. I reached one hand around to brush her hair away and she smiled at me. “Oh. This is for the battle?”
She bit her lip, tensing under me, and it was difficult not to catalog all the places we were pressed together—her breasts heaving under my chest, my hips nestled perfectly on top of the v of her thighs.
“Az...you are very pretty—”
“And very powerful,” I said. “And you can’t drain me like you can with your boyfriends. And if we fuck, I’ll get to charge up too. And—”
“Az!” Deyva squirmed under me, freeing her arms and reaching up to hold my face.
The bedroom was dark but we both had better vision than any human and I could make out every little bruised capillary on her lips from kisses, the barely noticeable marks of a thumb and fingers framing her throat. She’d been with Kais, probably.
“Azariah, you are my favorite fallen angel,” Deyva said, smiling. “And you’re in my top four favorite people in Bethel.”
“Saying ‘top four’ makes it really clear that I’m placing fourth,” I said drily.
“And yes, if we do this, we’ll both be able to better protect Bethel and all of those people in it that we care so much about.”
“For the record, you’re in my top two.”
Deyva’s lips were parted to add to her speech, but they curved up at that. “Man, I really haven’t beat out Zach yet? What’s a succubus gotta do to get the gold?”
“Kiss me.”
I didn’t remember kissing another succubus, so I couldn’t compare, but Deyva’s kisses were like a full body blow job. That was probably inelegant and she probably would’ve stopped kissing me if I’d told her, so I didn’t. Instead I moaned as her mouth connected to mine, shifting one of my knees to press between her thighs and rub against her center. Deyva sucked at my tongue, her hands on my cheeks diving into my hair, nails scratching at my scalp and drawing me impossibly closer.
She didn’t ask permission to feed, just gulped down deep draws from me, the feeling like an ecstatic pressure and suction, enough to leave me rubbing myself against her as I grew painfully hard. She was warm, she was brimming with the love gifted to her by her men, and even as she all but drained me with every slick twist of her tongue against mine and bite of my lips, she filled me up again.
“The guys,” I gasped, pulling away and reaching for the buttons on Deyva’s shirt, tugging them roughly open.
“Are totally aware and cool,” Deyva panted, arching as the fabric slid over her chest, parting like a curtain to reveal perfect, heavy breasts and inviting, pink nipples. I took one into my mouth as I busied myself with my own shirt. Angelic garments had an irritating amount of fastenings to manage and, until arriving in Bethel, I’d never had to learn how to sew a fucking button myself.
“So this means threesomes aren’t totally out of the picture then,” I said, sitting up on my knees above Deyva and whipping my shirt off to the floor.
Her eyes turned to amber and then to a vivid, hungry red, tongue flicking out over her bottom lip as she stared up at me. Specifically, up at—
“Fuck, I forgot the blessings of angelic core strength,” Deyva growled.
She was glowing from feeding on me, and my eyes bugged out as she snarled and then leapt, tackling me off the bed. I stretched my wings flat and grunted at the ache of landing on my back. It wouldn’t do any damage, it just wasn’t the most comfortable position. But it was worth it to have a ravenous Deyva sitting squarely over my cock, arching down and licking over the ridges of my abdomen.
It was true. Angels had the best abs, and I’d spent a lot of time flying since Deyva had finished healing my wings. I was pretty ripped.
“If Zach had seen these, I never would’ve gotten to fuck him first,” Deyva rasped, mapping my chest with fingertips and tongue. Every lick was a little thrill of affection and by the