lowered, his cock nudged mine, solid as iron through my borrowed pants, and I couldn’t fight the moan that followed, nor how my hips bucked to feel more of him.
“Az…” He caught my mouth in another kiss as I attempted to say his name, my fingertips drifting down his firm abdomen to pause on the waistband of his pants.
“Do it, Zach,” he urged with a small thrust toward my hand. “Touch me. Take what you want.”
“What in fucking Hell, Heaven, and Purgatory is going on?!”
Azariah’s wing folded back as he sat up, revealing a very rumple-haired and angry Deyva in the doorway. Her irises were blood-red, petite nostrils flaring above her well-kissed, scowling lips. She took a step into the room, hands clenched at her sides, murderous gaze trained on the angel on top of me.
I lifted to my elbows, my instinct to scoot away until my back hit the flimsy headboard. Azariah turned to her, his hand up as though attempting to calm a wild animal. We had both seen what she was capable of—ripping the heart out of a fucking demon general. She looked ready to do the same to Azariah.
It was probably the wrong thing to think in the moment, but there was something absurdly sexy about it.
“There’s nothing to be angry about, First—”
“You’re on top of him! You both have raging hard-ons!” She pointed and we both dumbly looked down, as if checking to make sure. “I tasted lust in the air and thought nothing of it at first. I figured Kais or Zach was just jerking off.”
“Um, no,” I protested. “I don’t do that—”
“But the taste kept getting thicker and more potent, and what do ya know?” Deyva spread her arms out, palms wide toward us. “I tasted angel lust in there too, and thought, no, he wouldn’t. Even though he’s an arrogant prick who turned his back on an active battle to chit-chat, he wouldn’t dare actually make a move on the most pious and naive priest here.”
“Hey, I’m not that naive—”
“And here we are!” She crossed her arms, still glaring daggers at Azariah. “Even for you, Fallen for whatever fucking reason, this is fucking low.”
“Ah, lighten up, succubus.” Azariah resumed sitting next to me, his sculpted shoulder lifting in a casual shrug. “It was consensual. Wasn’t it, Zach?” He looked over at me, blue eyes still flicking over my body in a heated gaze.
“Yes,” I whispered. I wanted him to keep looking at me like that, to feel his mouth on me again.
“He is a priest!” Deyva snarled, angling her chin down in a way that made her horns look longer. “He made vows.”
“Hah,” the angel barked out. “Says the woman who’s been fucking one for days. You know as well as I do, all that purity stuff is bullshit.”
“It isn’t to him!” she growled back. “He takes those vows seriously. You’re just fucking with his head.”
“What’s going on?” Kais poked his head in from the hallway, water droplets still in his hair and tan skin from his shower, a towel around his waist.
“What I told you would happen,” Deyva said, her gaze softening just slightly at the sight of him.
“All right now,” Azariah stood up from my bed, his erection thankfully gone. I didn’t need it distracting me. “Let’s all just take a—”
“No.” Deyva got in his face, nearly a full foot shorter than him, but no less deadly. At the right angle, her horns could have speared up through his chin. She looked mad enough to do it too. “You don’t dictate shit around here. This settlement is under the care of these three men. I don’t know why you’re here or what you want, but you’re obviously invested in fucking this place over in some way. And as long as I’m here, I’m not fucking letting you.”
No one dared to interrupt the standoff, to break the thick, palpable tension between the angel and the demon. But it wasn’t that simple, was it? The horned woman from Hell saved our asses, saved me. And not just my life, but my virtue. Which for that matter, did it even fucking mean anything?
“Get out of my room,” I insisted gruffly, swinging my legs down to the floor. “All of you.” A stab of pain shot up my side, making me wince.
“Zach—”
Azariah and Deyva started toward me at the same time, their hands outstretched to help, comfort, or touch me for some other reason, I didn’t know. And I didn’t care, I just wanted