Reign A Romance Anthology - Nina Levine Page 0,221

humans the truth about love,” he breathed, his head lowering over her. She could almost see the outline of his wings—shrouded in shadow—and the power of his beauty as he crouched between her thighs hit her like a truck. Greedy eyes dropped to the wetness between her thighs. “But demons taught them how to fuck.”

Looking up the line of her body, he buried his head between her thighs. The first stroke of his tongue was a lash. The second slower, nuzzling into hot flesh. He suckled at her until she was desperate and gasping.

“Please!”

It was just as punishing a kiss as the one he’d bestowed on her mouth.

But where that had been a claim, this was a brand.

A tongue speared inside her, hard fingers curling into her ass. Sera screamed as pleasure broke through her. She wanted to reach down and grab a fistful of his hair, but the thought of losing any chance of this made her fingers curl around the handle.

Don’t let go.

Her hips wanted to lift. She ground herself against his mouth, begging, little desperate cries that spilled from her lips and broke over him….

And then she was collapsing against the polished walnut with a gasp as he lifted his face.

He pressed a gentle kiss to her slick pussy as her sensitive flesh twitched, and Sera pressed the back of her hand to her mouth and bit hard, to try and force her way through the rush of sensation overwhelming her.

“You let go,” he whispered.

“After you finished,” she gasped, curling her fingers into a fist.

How was she ever going to survive this night, if this had been just the start of it?

Azazel tugged her skirt down, a dangerous little smile curving his mouth as he wiped the glistening wetness of her flesh from it. “What a wicked little angel you are. You taste like sin, my love. And I think you need to be punished for taking that hand off that handle.” He hauled her up, a fist curling in her corset. “But I think we need to go upstairs for that.”

5

Sera staggered inside his bedroom, wrapping her arms around her as Azazel shut the door with a quiet click.

It had been easier downstairs, with the desk between them.

But the bed here was shockingly large, and draped in red silk.

There was no hiding what she was here for now—what he’d do to her on that bed.

“Here’s the door, Angel.” His voice was hard and cutting as he leaned back against the door, watching her take in her surroundings. “You don’t want this, then you use it. Now.”

“I want this.” The words blurted from her lips, and even she could hear the truth singing in them.

Maybe this was why Uriel had sent her. Because he knew that no other angel could catch Azazel unawares. He was a master of lies. He was cold, murderous, violent, and barely leashed. She’d seen the others in the Brotherhood shudder when his name was mentioned.

But the shudder within her was a thousand miles away from theirs.

No, hers was laced with forbidden need.

Hers was threaded through with all the things she’d never been able to do when she loved him.

The primal sin.

Need. Hunger. Desire.

It was written all over her, and she could see it reflected back in the merciless black of his eyes.

His dangerous laugh abruptly echoed in the air.

“You do want this.” He took another step, and then there was nowhere else to go, nowhere to hide. Only him, and the heat curling off his skin. “Understand this, little angel.” His claws captured her chin, and his gaze held her hostage. “You made this choice. From now, until the moment I’ve tired of you, you belong to me. You are mine, and I own every inch of your body. I own every inch of your soul. You will obey me. You will please me. And you will beg for mercy from me. Do you understand?”

She captured his wrists, fighting to breathe past the tension in her chest. “I understand.” And then she dared. “But maybe you should know this…. You might own my body, but I’ll claim yours too. You might shackle my soul, but I’ll steal yours in return. And if you dare try for my heart, I’ll brand myself on yours. Kiss me. Fuck me. Lie to me. Love me. I’ll return each and every favor.”

He stilled. His thumb caressed the side of her jaw, almost curiously. “What’s your word?”

Her heart hammered in her chest. They were really doing this.