Valory was not my mission.But damn me to hell for eternity if I didn’t want to sink my teeth and my cock into her until I fully possessed every part of her.
“She’s fine,” Valory purred, her voice full of relief.“Just ran off for some breakfast and probably didn’t want to wake us...”
I settled my hand on her hip, the fabric of her dress warm against my palm.Little jolts of electricity fired through my palm where I touched her, like she herself was a livewire.
“Her body is still alive, and thus, she still requires sustenance, which is a good sign,” I said, my voice dark as my throat went dry.
Valory fell against me with a relaxed slump, her hair brushing against my neck and jaw.It was soft, silky and fine, just as I would have imagined it would be.
“But there is no telling how long she has,” Valory whispered, and I could feel her body shake, tremble beneath my touch.The overwhelming desire to soothe her concerns was prevalent, and spellbinding.
This was not why I was sent here, this—
Before I could even process what was happening, she pressed her luscious backside against my maddening hardness.I sucked in a breath as I realized what had happened, panic flooding me.The movement against my sensitive cock only made theneedfor release that much more daunting, and I fought to grind myself against her, to seek the friction I desperately needed.
It would have been all to easy for me to slide her dress up, to unleash my unruly cock and fuck her against this window, with no one the wiser.It would be all too easy for me to push her over the edge.Somehow, I knew that.
I wanted to fight my desire.Truly I did, but I was a demon, and I was a man, and I was weak to a beautiful angel who smelled like funnel cake and whose ass against my cock felt like literalheaven.
“No,” I breathed shakily as my hips thrust against the seam of her ruched dress of their own accord.My fingers gripped her hips as she turned her head, her bright sapphire eyes staring up at me with a look that was somehow both frightening and endearing, but she did not move from my grasp.Instead, I watched her bright gaze fall to my lips, felt the tiniest traces of her nails over the back of my hand.
“We always think we have enough time, but we never truly know how much time we have.Do we?”
Her voice was far away, and I watched as her eyelashes fluttered, as she looked down, her lips turning down in a frown that made my heart ache.
As a demon, all I had was time.
Endless time in an endless pit of despair, waiting and wanting.Punching my clock, working for Roche, only to come home to my empty home with hours to fill and no one to fill it with.
What did time take from you, Angel?
I found myself wondering, hooking my knuckle underneath her chin, forcing her to look up at me.
“We don’t,” I said, my voice dark, full of lust as my gaze settled on those dark eyelashes, those pouty lips that spoke to me and my cock.I could feel the beginnings of wetness coating the inside of my pants, my wings vibrating like a high voltage wire.
Valory gazed up at me with longing, with sadness, and I was powerless against her and her angelic manipulation.
She leaned up, brushing her lips against mine in a swift, sweet kiss that I was not expecting, but one I was all too eager to feast on.Her lips were soft, pillowy, and she tasted like warm vanilla sugar.
I groaned from the taste alone, letting my tongue lick at her sugary taste, spinning her around with my hands so that she was pressed against me as I backed her against the window.
Valory opened her mouth, letting out a deep groan of her own, her body going limp in my touch as I pressed my trapped, leaking cock against her warmth.
I broke our kiss for only a moment, taking in the sight of her, against the window.
And that’s when I sawthem.A band of wolves moving in from the edge of the parking lot toward an oblivious Mercy and the children she was playing innocently with.
“Fuck,” I said as I shoved Valory aside, pointing out the window.
“We need to move, now,” I ordered.“Before the wolves sink their claws into our precious Mercy.”
I didn’t have time to think about the implications of my actions, or my words, or the fact I’d just called Mercyours.
I didn’t have time to do anything but run, run in the direction of the lost soul who needed me, who I’d vowed to protect, leaving temptation behind in my demonic dust.
CHAPTER5
Valory
