Page 54 of Angel I Am Not

I laughed weakly and let my head fall back. “Are you keeping fucking score?”

“Yes.” His mouth traveled to my hip, and I shook my head because there was apparently no saving him.

“You know, when everyone kept saying Gluttony, I thought there’d be significantly more food involved.”

“There is.”

It took me half a second to understand what he meant before I smacked his shoulder. Nick burst out laughing behind him, and even Luc finally gave up whatever dignity he had left.

Zel grinned against my stomach before kissing his way back up my body. His tail stayed curled loosely around my leg now, almost affectionately, while the darkness in his skin slowly receded. I expected him to reach for his pants once he reached my mouth.

Instead, he kissed me slowly and deeply enough that I tasted myself on his tongue. The sound that escaped me immediately made him deepen the kiss, one hand sliding into my braids while mine moved down his chest toward the enormous bulge still trapped beneath his clothes.

He caught my wrist before I reached it and I frowned against his mouth. “What?”

“No. I’m not done with you.”

“You’ve made me come twice.”

“I know.”

“And you’re painfully hard.”

“I know that too.”

I looked down between us and then back at him, completely baffled. “You don’t want me to touch you?”

“Oh, I want you to.” His mouth returned to mine before moving to my cheek and then my throat because apparently even during a conversation he couldn’t stop tasting whatever skin he could reach. “I want your mouth. Your hands. Your pussy. I want to know what every fucking part of you feels like.”

“That sounds like a pretty strong argument for taking your pants off.”

“It is.” His tail tightened once around my thigh while his teeth grazed carefully beneath my ear. “Later.”

I stared at him because that word should not have been nearly as sexy as it was. “You’re telling me you’re Gluttony and somehow you’re the one exercising restraint?”

Zel smiled and kissed the corner of my mouth. “No, Angel. I’m indulging in exactly what I want.”

“And apparently what you want is to kill me with your mouth.”

“Now you understand.”

Nick groaned loudly from across the room. “This is fucking bullshit.”

Zel turned his head without moving off me. “Stay over there.”

“You’ve been eating her out forever.”

“And?”

“And some of us are suffering.”

“That sounds personal.”

I laughed hard enough that my still-sensitive body protested. Luc was sitting on the edge of the couch now, looking significantly less composed than when this started, while Nick stood beside him with his arms crossed and a very obvious erection straining against his pants.

“This is not the orgy I was promised,” I reminded Luc.

He dragged a hand down his face. “I regret ever using that word.”