inside as he finds his own release. I finally remember the dicks in my hands and resume stroking steadily. It only takes seconds before Van and then Kastros shoot their loads across my breasts, coating me in their seed.
I fall back onto the floor just as I hear Raz say, “Shit, what the hell did you knock over, Kas?”
I don’t get to lounge in post-orgasmic bliss as all my demons pull me up off the ground and start swiping at my skin. I look down and realize that one of my shoulders has turned a bright orange. And while my hair is pink, the tips have turned a bright yellow.
My eyes dart towards the floor, towards where we were. The bucket next to the chair lies on its side. Paintbrushes have fallen out of it. And leaking out of it is paint…orange, yellow, and pink paint that’s staining the clouds…exactly like a sunset.
“Fuck. This must be where he comes to paint the sky each night.” Raz runs a hand through his hair. “Leave it. Hopefully, he’ll think the llamas did it. Get dressed, and let’s get the fuck out of here.”
I don’t ask about my skin or hair—there’s time to worry about that later. In fact, now that we’ve all come down from our high, my cheeks flame. I’m not embarrassed by what we did, or even where, but we got sidetracked from our fucking mission! We could have gotten caught.
My throat burns as I toss on my clothes, not bothering to wipe up the drying cum. I’ll deal with it later.
“We need to hurry,” I tell the guys, and I can see on their faces that they all feel the same.
Van’s face is even a little red with embarrassment. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—”
“No apologies. Let’s just find that damned assignment book and figure out which angels have been harassing you,” I tell him, running a comforting hand down his arm.
Voices sound in the hall, and Raz shoves us backwards into the room we’d been trying to leave. We all line up on either side of the cloud archway, our backs against the walls, not daring to breathe, as two angels walk up the steps and discover the humping llamas.
“What in goodness’s name is that?” a male angel asks.
I hear a grunt before some very sloppy kissing echoes and two low-toned groans start. “Lift your robe,” another male angel voice orders.
“Through the arch!” the other says.
A very loud ass-smack echoes through the cloud hallway. That makes my cheeks flame. Clouds shouldn’t echo. Has someone heard us?
When they start moaning, Raz peeks out into the hall and then waves his hand for us all to follow. We scurry down the stairs to the next floor, all of us searching for the assignment room the other demon murder described.
All the while though, I’m on high alert. Between the llamas and the angels and the echoes, I’m pretty sure we’re about to draw a whole lot of attention.
We need to get the hell out of Heaven. Fast.
25
Katrina
Heaven, apparently, has a library. Well, they don’t call it a library—it’s not a fancy enough term for them—but that’s totally what this room is.
As we stand at the threshold, my feet sinking into pink cotton candy-like fluff, I allow my eyes to travel over the numerous shelves protruding from the ground, each one a different shade of gold or starlight silver. Actually, now that I’m looking at them closely, I’m pretty sure they are made from starlight and sunlight. They almost seem to glimmer with an incandescent sheen.
There are thousands and thousands of shelves, each one filled with multi-colored books. There are no words on the spines, but you can tell each tome has been well taken care of and maintained over the years. Not a speck of dust is in sight.
In the far corner, there’s what appears to be a reading nook made up entirely of wispy white clouds, which look too intangible to sit on, and a tiny orb directly above.
It’s a book nerd’s wet dream, and I am sooo here for it.
“The Knowledge of Good and Evil,” Raz explains, not entering the room.
“Glorified, sexy library,” I correct immediately. Is that…? Is that drool on my chin? Damn.
“If I’m not mistaken, I think my cherry has a lady boner for this place,” Akor interjects from behind us. When I glance at him over my shoulder, his lips are pushed out into a petulant pout and his eyes flash with murder. “I’ll burn it