Page 27 of Sinful Pride

The angel slowly dropped back into his seat.

“How can I help you?” Tirael asked, his cheeks already flushed red.

“I just wanted to see you,” I purred. “To check if you still have my marks…” I ran a finger down the pale column of his throat. “Alas, I can see they are gone. What an oversight on my part. Fortunately, I can fix it.”

“I’m at work,” Tirael squeaked as I splayed my fingers and closed them around his throat. I could feel him swallow hard under my hand.

“Have you never had sex at work? I think we should change that.”

“Tirael, do we have a guest?” Hellion’s voice carried from the back of the Embassy. Reluctantly, I pulled my hands off the delicious neck as I heard approaching footsteps. I stayed sitting on the desk though; everyone knew to expect at least a little bit of inappropriateness from me.

Hellion came in, his eyes scanning the situation quickly. Brows scrunched up, he asked bluntly: “What are you doing here?”

“Hm, maybe I have official business here. Do you think Zachariel tells you everything?” I said, eager to sow some strife between lovers, but Hellion just snorted.

“Uh, yeah, he does. And if not me, then Tirael here,” he pointed at the angel who was cowering behind the desk. “I’m pretty sure you’re not on the agenda today. So, kindly finish whatever you are here for and buzz off.”

“I’m done here. Tirael, if you want to continue our discussion… Just send me a message.” I hopped off the desk and flounced away.

Somehow, that little interaction settled the beast inside me. I didn’t really expect Tirael to call me, but I made the first step on the path of proving myself irresistible to the little angel. A few days later, I swung by the Embassy again, and this time I had managed to have Tirael writhing while I kissed him before Zachariel’s arrival. I didn’t even bother with excuses, just smirked at the demon-angel as I passed him by on my way out, while Tirael tried to compose himself behind me, where I left him panting against the wall.

The third time, they were ready for me, and before I could even make it to Tirael, I was snatched by Zachariel.

“I can see you have a new interest in the Embassy. So nice of you to volunteer to help us with some projects,” Zachariel smiled at me in a way that didn’t reach his eyes.

He thought a bit of work would scare me away. Well, jokes on him; I was pretty bored, as Lucifer ordered me to take it easy until my hand grew completely back. Barred from my adrenaline-inducing activities, I had to get my kicks somewhere else.

“Sure, why not? What can I help you with?” I asked sweetly, leaving Zachariel scrambling for an idea for a job for me. Apparently, he wasn’t expecting me to agree.

“Well, uh… We are supposed to host talks between the prominent entrepreneurs of Heaven and Hell to establish a more streamlined and aboveboard trading. It would be helpful if you could tell me what you know about a few individuals,” Zachariel explained.

I ended up looking through dossiers with Zachariel and spilling secrets left and right. Who hated who, what kind of tea they liked, who had a lover on Earth, which of the traders already had a deal going… I was very helpful, and Zachariel had no way of denying that and just shooing me away. Not when I brought him precious info every time I showed up at the Embassy. And with that, I had more chances to bother Tirael. How lovely!

Doing a bit of busy work with my brain was worth it for the chance to whisper dirty promises into the angel’s ears. I used the brief times no one was around to slide my hand between Tirael thighs, just enough for him to imagine what I could do if he asked for it. I enjoyed our game of cat and mouse, but I walked away every time. Even if I had a chance to use the rare moment of longer privacy to slide under the angel’s desk and suck his cock, I restrained myself to only talking about it. With each tease I was increasingly convinced that he would let me do it. I could do anything to Tirael if I pushed.

After we were done with Tirael at the bachelor party I asked who he thought was a better dom, me or Raphael, but the little angel refused to answer, insisting we both were amazing, and escaping from me when the embarassment proved too strong. Thus, I had to grudgingly agree with Raphael that our bet ended in a tie. But maybe we just needed a bigger sample…

I felt taking the poor lamb to bed when there was one important element missing wouldn't be as rewarding as before. Instead, I decided to bide my time and prime Tirael for when it would be time to strike. Right in front of Raphael’s eyes.

Chapter 11

Aurelius

Michael teleported us to his island with a puff of angelic energy.

As we needed a remote place where both angels and demons could participate, he and Lucifer agreed to lend us their precious little island for my wedding festivities, but they had a few rules. A barrier around the island to protect us from the eyes of humans agreed with my own vision, but they also insisted on teleporting each of the guests in, so that none of us knew the precise location of the island and could not bother them in the future.

When we appeared at the edge of the island, I was completely unprepared to be thrown over someone’s shoulder.

“What’s the meaning of this?!” I screeched.

“Don’t wiggle too much or you will destroy your precious wedding clothes,” the person holding me said.

That voice, I knew it.

“Gabriel, put me down!” I pounded my fists on his back, but he had no intentions of letting me go. In fact, he was moving forward, jogging away from the scene with me like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder.

Fortunately, the love of my life teleported in with Lucifer just a second later.

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