“Well, we just might if we don’t figure out where these angels are coming from.” I hand him the research I printed out, and his russet eyebrows furrow as he reads it through.
“It’s completely possible that the angels landed in a nearby city and wandered over,” Van points out. Angels don’t have a track record for staying on Earth longer than a few days, unlike us, who can be undercover in human ranks for years on end. The stupid pricks have no staying power (pun intended). After a few days, they’ll take their fluttery wings back to their golden city to brainstorm more ideas on how to destroy us, blah blah blah. And they surely don’t travel by human transportation. Too lowly for them.
No, normally, if there was an angel in the vicinity, we would’ve realized.
So why haven’t we?
“Are they changing their tactics?” I muse, tapping a finger to my chin in contemplation.
Van appears thoughtful. “I can contact some people down in Hell. See if they’ve heard about any leadership changes in Heaven.”
“And by people, you mean the demons you used to fuck?” I tease, and I find great satisfaction when his face turns a bright red. Vanagroth, a fucking sex demon, is blushing like a virgin schoolgirl coming face to face with her first cock.
“It’s not like that anymore,” he snaps.
“Because you only want one pussy now?” I taunt, and his eyes flare brightly.
“I want you to think about even looking at a girl who isn’t Katrina. Impossible, right? I don’t—”
“All right, all right, I get your point.” I wave my hand in the air. Because the mere thought of being with anyone, past or present, leaves a sour taste in my mouth. Nausea quite literally percolates in my stomach. “Bite me.”
“Nah. You couldn’t handle my bite, baby.” Van bares his teeth at me. “Besides, these teeth are reserved for only one girl now.”
“Just the teeth?” I give a pointed look to his cock hidden by his trousers, and he immediately covers it with his hands, appearing affronted.
“How dare you, unkind sir?!” he replies in a haughty British accent.
I laugh lightly, and for the first time since Katrina left me, there isn’t only pain. There’s a sliver of hope blossoming in the center of my chest, and it’s growing, growing, growing.
I will stop these angel fuckers once and for all.
And I will get my girl back.
Or I’ll fucking die trying.
9
Katrina
I’m alight with nervous anticipation as I head to the demons’ home.
After my—cough—explosive night with Raz and Akor, I know what I have to do.
And it’s not just because the manager of the hotel officially kicked me out. Apparently, it’s against “company policy” to break into someone’s room and have sex on their bed.
Totally unfair, right?
My cheeks still flame at the memory of our…err…coupling, though we never went further than fingering and kissing. When I close my eyes, I can feel Akor’s lips around my nipple as Raz devours my pussy with his mouth. I yearn to have a repeat of that night. And another one. And another one. And a—
“Katty!” Adam exclaims from beside me, instantly cooling my flaming libido. Nothing like a kiddo to stomp that fire right out. I turn towards him with a soft smile.
We park the car in the driveway, only bringing with us a duffel bag each and the cat carrier with Kator purring inside. There’s always a chance that they’ll send us away, send me away. After all, I did do that to them in the first place. Maybe they got tired of waiting around for a stupid girl who has no idea what she’s doing? But no, I refuse to believe that.
Raz and Akor showed me with their bodies last night the extent of their feelings for me.
Raziel.
I still can’t wrap my head around my perfect dream guy being the surly, brooding Raz. In my head, he was so attentive and sweet, constantly ensuring that I was safe and protected, both physically and mentally.
Though…
Is that really so different from Raz the demon? There’s no denying that Ziel carries a softness that Raz doesn’t possess, but I’d like to believe it’s because he feels infinitely lighter in the dream world, as if a weight has been hefted from his shoulders. In the dreamscape—or wherever the hell that is—he doesn’t have to worry about being the hard-ass demon leader.
He can just be a man in love with a girl.
Love.
That word sends delicious flurries through my body, almost as if someone