Page 22 of Angel I Am Not

He pulled back just enough for his breath to hit my lips. “Tell me to stop.”

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

Something savage flashed across his face before his mouth crashed back onto mine.

I wasn’t interested in giving him anything that easily. Giving into the temptation, I fought him back, nipping at his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood until he was yelling into the kiss. He threw me down onto the couch, the cushions sucking me in against my will as he mounted my waist, grinding his hips against mine.

A wanton moan slipped from my lips as his cock edged against the apex of my thighs, Nick’s expression heating up at the sound. I was pretty sure I heard Luc shouting a few obscenities but I was too far gone, my mind clouded with lust and desire. All I could see was Nick. His mouth, his hands, the way his body pressed into mine until everything else in the room blurred around him.

The only thing I needed was this beautiful demon inside of me to soothe the ache between my legs. Luc’s voice sounded muffled, as if from a distance.

“Nick, slow down before you break the fucking couch.”

Don’t you worry, I thought, smirking wickedly through the kiss. I’ll be focusing on you next.

Nick seemed to be just as consumed as I was as he ripped at my clothes, attaching his lips to my neck all over again.

The completeness that came with being trapped beneath him and knowing that Luc was watching made it hotter, the need to have him inside me making me whine for more. I didn’t have to think or decide what came next. His weight, his hands, the way he crowded every inch of space around me let me surrender to the feeling without having to control any of it.

Nick had partially shifted, his claws scraping across my stomach and my inner thigh as my clothes were shredded to tatters, exposing my soft flesh.

Angel sex was never this primal but I fucking loved the urgency that Nick was working with. I scratched and clawed at his clothes, too. If only I had my own fucking claws! I shouldn’t have worried though when he ripped his clothes off before settling between my thighs, grinding his hips against mine, his cock sliding through my wet folds until I was mewling for sweet relief.

“Just fucking put it in!” I demanded.

Nick growled out something unintelligible before slipping off the couch. I felt suddenly cold without his heated body over mine. I thought he was going to leave me there until he roughly flipped me over and pulled my hips over the armrest until my upper body was still pressed into the cushions and my ass was lifted toward him. I tried pushing myself up on my elbows but with my face smashed into one of the pillows, I was completely at Nick’s mercy.

He slapped my ass and slid home in one move, his fucking cock nearly splitting me in two, drawing a low whine from my lips. The stretch burned for one sharp second before pleasure swallowed it, heat ripping through my core so fast my legs shook against the couch.

My body warmed as he pressed his chest against my back, his lips grazing the edge of my shoulder. Miel had never once been this fucking attentive to my needs and hell, neither had any of the humans I had stolen away with for a night. My fingers curled into fists, the pleasure overwhelming my senses as I tried to concentrate and keep from shifting and my wings from unfurling.

If this was what sex was supposed to feel like, I blamed every goddamn angel in Heaven for saying otherwise. Fuck the missionary position.

I yelled so fucking loud, the couch vibrated as it swallowed my sounds. Relief washed over me as he pressed his hips against my ass, his hands tightening around my waist as he pounded into me.

This didn’t make any fucking sense. What the hell was I doing?

“I hate this.” Nick’s grip tightened around my hips as he drove into me again. “I hate that he knew.” Another hard thrust shoved a cry out of me. “I hate that you walked in here and suddenly everything in me gives a shit where you are.”

His rhythm turned brutal, every word punctuated by another thrust that drove me deeper into the cushions.

“Fucking hate that you’re my mate.” The last word came out in a growl.

Angels didn’t have mates. We were promised to each other, married, and then had missionary sex for eternity. Or so I was told. The few times I tried to get Miel in any other position, he acted like the world was ending. Anything other than lying there while he dicked me was considered odd.

But not with Nick. Not with a motherfucking demon fucking me so hard that I was seeing stars.

He was ramming me farther into the couch with each thrust and I fucking loved it. Shocks of pleasure ran up my spine as an orgasm barreled toward me. Luc’s heated groan in the background made me remember that he was still watching.

“Fuck,” he breathed, low enough that I almost missed it. “Look at you.”

I had never gotten off on the idea of having an audience but just knowing that Luc was watching us lose ourselves to our inhibitions made it hotter.

“Fucking hate you too,” I muttered into the couch, knowing full well that Nick could hear it.

He pumped inside me a few more times before my pussy started spasming, squeezing his length, my orgasm milking him until he was cumming just as hard. He fucked me through it, the squelch of our release spurring me onto a second orgasm until I was writhing against the cushions, screaming for him to give me a minute to breathe.

Nick went limp behind me, pulling me back against him as he was still inside me, placing soft kisses at the bridge of my neck. A warm cocoon surrounded me as his arms rounded my waist, the heat that had spurred this whole moment dissipating.