Page 23 of Angel I Am Not

“What the fuck was that?” I squirmed in his embrace but found I didn’t really want to leave. The sex haze had left but being in Nick’s arms made me feel complete. It was weird and as long as I didn’t think about it too much…

Luc stepped in front of me, eyes boring into mine, his lips pulled tight in an expression I couldn’t read. “Fucking hell.”

Nick didn’t respond, still pressing kisses to my shoulder. We sunk back into the couch, his cock hardening once again inside me as he started to pump his hips upward. I leaned my head back against his shoulder, letting his hands travel higher to play with my tits as he fucked me more softly.

“Wha-at?” I stuttered out, losing myself to the pleasure again.

Luc grimaced, his stare moving between us. “Shit.”

Nick hastened his pace, one hand flicking my nipple, the other one delving between my legs to pinch my clit. I was howling within seconds, creaming all over his cock before he flooded my pussy again. Our release dripped down, coating his balls and making a mess between my thighs.

Against my more innate desires, I crawled off of him, my legs too wobbly to move much farther than a seat over. I hadn’t been fucked that good in like… forever. I also hadn’t ever come that fast either and by the looks of Nick’s blissed-out expression, neither had he.

Trying to disregard the fact that I was completely naked, I looked to Luc for answers. “What?”

His eyes stayed fixed on me for another long second. “Temptation,” he said slowly, like he was testing the word against what had just happened.

I blinked. “What the fuck does that mean?”

Luc dropped into the chair across from us, his expression changing as several pieces seemed to fall into place at once. “Dante knew.”

“Knew what?”

“That there was something different about you before you ever got here.” He gestured between Nick and me. “He knew your essence would react to ours. That’s why he sent you straight to Pride and Wrath. He wasn’t just testing us. He was testing you.”

I groaned. “Dante said I was an impossibility.”

“Exactly.” Luc leaned forward, his forearms braced against his knees. “If you’re an impossibility, then Temptation makes a hell of a lot more sense than angel.”

“That doesn’t even make any sense.” Darkness, temptation, power? These weren’t things we were taught in training. Uriel hadn’t mentioned any of this shit either.

Luc’s expression softened slightly. “It’s not supposed to make sense yet. But Dante knew there was something in you Heaven either didn’t understand or didn’t want to understand. He sent you here knowing something would happen when you got close to us.”

Whatever purpose I had on these planes had nothing to do with my life in Heaven, did it?

I struggled to sit up straighter, my mind racing as it tried to focus through my sex-induced exhaustion. Luc scooted back in his chair, observing me. His eyes darkened with hunger the longer he stared, heat blooming between my thighs again.

Trying to ignore that, I wrapped my arms around myself. “So what? I’m just fucking Temptation now?”

“I don’t know.” Luc’s answer came quickly enough to surprise me before he pushed to his feet. “I’m going to go get you some clothes. Also, I think it’s better if no one’s touching, alright?”

I shifted uncomfortably on the cushions, pressing my thighs together as another wave of heat bled through my limbs, my core aching to be filled again. A groan to my right stole my attention.

Nick’s angry brooding was back as he stared daggers at me, lazily stroking his cock like the last twenty minutes hadn’t happened.

All of these emotions were confusing and the fact that I still wanted Nick and Luc at this point was making my head hurt. Everything I knew was a lie. I somehow wasn’t the angel I thought I was, and whatever connection had started with these two demons was only getting stronger.

How the fuck was I supposed to survive this?

Ariuk

In Luc’s paranoid state, he had thrust a whole host of clothes at me and ordered me to sit at least five feet away from Nick at all times. After a good shower, I slipped into clothes that didn’t really fit, a pair of gloves, and a hat that covered my ears.

It felt like overkill. But every time Nick fucking looked at me, I felt a surge of blood heat up my core, and I wanted to jump his bones again. He also kept scooting closer toward me despite his furious glares until Luc dragged me into the kitchen, barricading me in there like we were fucking five-year-olds. The living room was still in my direct vision, Nick perched on the couch where we had fucked not too long ago.

“Why aren’t you reacting the same way? You’re both demons.” I asked. Nick grimaced but didn’t answer.

Luc was a lot more patient with explaining all of this shit even if he was just as annoyed as his brother. “Nick reacts to everything like someone struck a match inside him. Whatever you’re doing to our essence, Wrath is going to flare faster than mine.” Luc glanced toward the living room before looking back at me. “That doesn’t mean I’m not feeling it. I’m just better at sitting here pretending I’m not.”