Page 52 of Angel I Am Not

His tongue circled my clit and changed pressure until my thighs tightened around his head. Instead of pulling away, Zel made a pleased sound and gripped my hips harder. He stayed there, repeating the movement until my breathing changed, then eased off just enough to drag his tongue through me again and listen to the different sound that pulled from my throat.

He repeated the same flick of his tongue that had made my breath hitch, then did it again when my stomach jumped.

“You’re doing that on purpose.”

His answer came muffled against me. “Doing what?”

“Repeating everything that makes me—fuck.” He sucked harder and stole the rest of the sentence, my hips jerking against his hold.

Zel lifted his mouth just enough to ask, “That?” His fingers tightened on my thighs as his grin pressed against my skin. “Make that sound again.”

“Which one?”

“All of them.”

“Zel, fuck, I’m—”

My orgasm tore through me hard enough that my hands buried themselves in his hair. My thighs tightened around his head, my back arching as the pleasure rolled through me until I collapsed against the rug, panting hard enough that my chest hurt.

For a few seconds I thought he might let me recover. Then his tongue moved again and I jerked beneath him.

“Zel!”

He lifted his head just enough to look at me, his mouth wet and his eyes still dark. “You made a different sound.”

I blinked at him, trying to catch my breath. “What?”

“When you came.” His finger dragged slowly through my wetness before slipping inside me, and my stomach jumped at the intrusion. “That one was different.”

“You’re fucking insane.”

“Probably.” He curled his finger and watched my body react. “Do it again.”

“Give me a fucking second.”

He finally went still except for his mouth moving lazily over the inside of my thigh.

I looked down at him. “This is you giving me a second?”

“My finger isn’t moving. What? You told me to give you a second. You didn’t tell me to stop kissing you.”

I let my head fall back against the rug. “You are going to be exhausting.”

His smile pressed into my skin. “You have no idea.”

Something brushed my ankle. I startled and looked down to find a dark tail curled loosely around my leg. “Oh, fuck.”

Zel glanced back like he had almost forgotten it was there, while Nick laughed from somewhere behind him and announced, “I was wondering how long that would take to appear.”

Zel ignored the commentary. The tail unwound from my ankle and slid slowly along my calf before wrapping around my thigh, its movement controlled despite the darkness spreading along Zel’s hands. His fingertips sharpened into claws, but he kept them angled carefully away from my skin.

Darkness had spread farther over his hands and forearms, the tips of his fingers fully sharpened now even though he kept every claw turned away from me. I looked from them to the tail curled around my thigh and opened my legs a little wider.

Zel’s brows lifted. “That an invitation?”

“Depends what you’re planning to do with it.”

The tail tightened once around my thigh. “I’ve got ideas.” His eyes stayed on mine. “You want me to stop?”