one time…the ones obsessed with making bigger and better temples…”
“No, it can’t be them,” Akor argues. “They don’t have the angel jizz it takes—”
“What do you know about angel jizz?” I tease, but I suddenly don’t want to know the answer to that question.
Akor just laughs, making my entire body shake, before he leans forward and whispers into my ear, “That it doesn’t taste as good as my cherry.”
I go beet red, and all of the guys seem to stop and stare for a second, before the list of enemies grows.
There were the angels that Raz apparently tortured with nightmares full of murderous events and dreams so realistic that some angels thought they were false memories, angels that Van turned into “orgy-crazy pigeons” (his words), angels that Kastros ripped the wings off of, angels that Akor turned into sobbing messes with what he dubbed “internal fire.”
“They’re probably after me,” Raz confesses. “Remember how I ruined that bastard halo-humper’s miracle?” Raz puffs up as he turns from the front seat to stare at us.
“I made an archangel cry,” Akor retorts. “I’ve done far worse things than you.”
Kastros signs, I dragged two down into the murder canyon of Hell to avenge what they’d done to—
Van starts talking over Kastros’s signing. “Well, I convinced three to go proposition God himself.”
Seriously?
Testosterone fills the car like it’s a perfume laced with “stupid.”
I can’t believe they’ve gotten so off-track.
I scrub a hand over my face as each guy keeps trying to top the others, listing why he is the most hated member of the murder, the best demon, and therefore, the target of all this bullshit.
“Excuse me, is one of you a pride demon?” I have to yell to be heard over them. “Because there’s a whole lot of bragging going on in here and not a whole lot of strategizing. Or was one of those angels a pride angel? Did they use their magic on you? Maybe they’re trying to distract you with—”
“We should turn back and kill them.” Akor’s eyes widen immediately, and his hands tighten on my waist. I see Kastros start to nod and Raz grimace.
“Well, if they are hunting their Center because she’s nearby…then they’re vulnerable.” He’s contemplative, scratching at the stubble that dots his square jawline.
“No, you’re missing the point! You all need to focus on who is attacking you. Since it’s obvious that way too many angels have motive, we need to stick to some other determining factor. Like location. Is there a way to see which angels have been dispatched where?”
Raz’s eyes fall on me, and I swear the look on his face is pure sin. He gives a slow, naughty grin, the kind that makes me feel like there’s a blowtorch inside of me that’s burning my panties away. “Does our little princess want to sneak into heaven and steal things?”
Akor shifts me on his lap, turning me to face forward, and then spreading my legs so that they fall on either side of his. I can feel his huge bulge grow against my ass, and he brushes aside my hair to whisper in my ear, “We like it when you think naughty, cherry.” His hand slides down my hip and starts to drag up my navy blue skirt.
Oh my god. I think I like it when I think naughty too.
Kastros’s eyes darken as he watches, and when Akor hitches my skirt up over my thighs so my panties are on display, I see my vengeance demon’s irises flare red. That sight makes my throat go dry with longing, and I have no doubt that in the near future, red eyes will prime my body, make heat instantly flood my cheeks, and get me wet.
I lean forward on impulse, nearly abandoning Akor’s lap, but he doesn’t complain because my ass rises towards his face. He flips my skirt up and bites me through my panties just as my lips connect with Kastros’s.
My huge vengeance demon grunts in satisfaction and wraps a thick hand around my neck as we kiss gently. His hand squeezes my throat lightly, adding just the tiniest bit of threat to the situation, though I know he’d never hurt me. He’s just softly reminding me that he can make me do whatever he wants. And for some reason, that makes me so incredibly hot.
I break our kiss for one second in order to stare into his eyes and let Kastros know exactly what he means to me. Then I turn my head and call