This made Zach pause, and Drew placed a hand on his hip as he peered around his avenging angel at Edward on the ground. “What the hell?” Zach asked. “Werecat? What the fuck are you on about?”
Edward’s eyes darted from side to side, his face pale with fear. “Does that mean werewolves exist as well? Oh, God, do you prowl around at the full moon, finding people to turn?” He audibly gulped. “D . . . D . . . Drew, areyoua were creature as well?”
It was mean, but Drew wanted to laugh at the panic on Edward’s face. Instead, he managed to school his expression into something almost blank and said, “I think it’s time for you to go, Edward.” He glanced over at the large window not far away. “The moon’s getting pretty full, and I’m starting to feel peckish.”
Edward yelped and scrambled to his feet, and with one last terrified glance at Drew and Zach, he ran off through the library. In the distance, Drew could hear a librarian scolding him for running, and then he was overcome with a fit of giggles. “W . . . w . . . werecat!” he laughed. “He thought youwere a werecat!”
Zach snorted and turned, and pulled Drew against him. “Fucking moron.”
Drew laughed some more as he tried to imagine what it must have looked like to someone who didn’t know of Zach’s capabilities. He really couldn’t fault Edward for coming to that conclusion. He was distracted, though, by Zach’s thumb coming up to wipe over his bottom lip. “What is it?” he asked, as he noted the intensity of Zach’s gaze.
“You still have his saliva on you,” Zach growled.
“Eww, yuck!” Drew wiped over his mouth with the back of his hand, trying to get rid of every last trace of the unwanted kiss. “Is it gone?”
“Yes,” Zach said, but he still didn’t look happy.
“You know what would make it better?” Drew asked.
“What?”
“If you gotyoursaliva all over me instead.”
Zach arched a brow. “Is that a really weird and disgusting way of saying you want me to kiss you?”
Drew laughed again. “Yeah, yeah it is.” His voice turned as smouldering as he could make it. “I want you to claim me, Zach. Mark me as your own.”
Zach’s eyes went dark with lust and possession, and he threaded his fingers into the hair at the nape of Drew’s neck, pulling their faces close together. “NowthatI can do,” he purred, then he proceeded to claim Drew right there in the library.
Angel Nip
Drew pursed his lips as he looked around his tiny apartment, doing the math in his head. Zach was lounging on the bed, scrolling through a news article on Drew’s phone, and he cocked his head to one side when he noticed the frown. “What’s up?” he asked.
“I’m trying to figure out where there’ll be enough space for Dom and me to study,” he mused. After the incident with Edward last week, Drew hadn’t been comfortable attending the group study sessions any longer, and Dom had offered to study with him at a different time. Drew had jumped at the chance and had offered to have Dom over to his place, but as he looked around now, he worried there wouldn’t be enough room.
“The kitchen?” Zach suggested.
“Hmmm, I guess.” His little tabledidseat two people, but the chances of them fitting their laptops and textbooks on it were slim. “I suppose we can give it a go. If it doesn’t work, I suppose we can move to the bed.”
Zach was up and off the bed in a blink, crowding into Drew’s personal space and literally growling. “No onegets to be on your bed with you butme.”
Drew’s lips quirked as he looked up into Zach’s fierce eyes. “Are most angels this possessive? Doesn’t really feel like it’s an angelic trait,” he teased.
Zach wrapped his arms around Drew and nuzzled against his throat. “You’re forgetting I spent centuries in Hell, sweetness. Some of their bad habits were bound to rub off on me.”
Drew rubbed soothing circles on Zach’s back. “And I get that, but I’m not a possession, Zach. Let me ask you this . . . Do you trust me?”
He nodded, his hair brushing the underside of Drew’s chin tickling. “Of course I do.”
“Then you know I’m not going to do anything with anyone other than you. Besides, youlikeDom. He’s a good guy.”
“I know,” Zach said, and it sounded suspiciously like a whine. “I just don’t want him on your bed is all.”
“Fine, I respect that,” Drew assured him. “We’ll keep it in the kitchen and if we need more room, I’ll move to the floor.”
“You can always sit on my lap,” Zach offered.
He shook his head. “Other than not exactly solving the space problem, I won’t be able to becauseyouwill be in your cat form.”
