Page 13 of Consorting With The Enemy

He grinned.

“Let’s find us a nice hotel room, shall we? I’d say we have a few days of freedom before your brother sends the next army for us to defeat. I’m going to spend each and every minute worshipping your body the way I’ve dreamed of doing for centuries.”

I had to find the words. “I…I have a place. A penthouse. Here in the city.” Ah, there they were. I almost sounded normal, if one overlooked the whole breathless way my voice sounded. “We could go there. You know, if you wanted to.”

“You have a place? Here? So, this is where you’ve hidden from me for all those years,” he said. “I thought you were tucked away in the underworld.”

“Only when they made me.” I didn’t like thinking of myrealhome. Hell, I’d never considered it home. “Are you coming or not?”

“Oh, we both are, little demon. Many, many times, I’d guess.” He gestured with his hand. “Lead the way, and I’ll gladly follow you.”

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Azazel

The all-consuming lust and possessiveness I felt toward Ari hadn’t withered any as we’d made our way to his penthouse. An absolute feeling of despair and horror had washed over me when I’d watched my Ari kneel in front of the demon prince, prepared to sacrifice his life without even putting up a fight. He didn’t have to say the words. I knew I was responsible for whatever had caused him to want to give up.

Never again. I was tired of trying to follow the Angel Master’s laws. I was fallen—why would it matter? I was on this journey because of his ridiculous viewpoints and total lack of compassion or understanding for any creature other than one possessing pure angel blood. If the master looked at Ariel, he would see nothing more than a creature needing to be destroyed. His loss. I saw so much fucking more. If I’d been honest with myself over the centuries, I would have admitted there was so much more to Ariel than he wanted one to see.

I’d denied it, though—costing us both too much time.

We’d landed on a large balcony, and Ari motioned for me to follow him inside. I brushed past the gauzy curtains that fluttered with the late evening breeze and was surprised to find a rather large, completely open floorspace in front of me. A few areas had been sectioned off—the kitchen, a king-sized bed made of decorative iron that formed a huge set of wings, and an area for watching television, complete with oversized leather sofas and a huge flat screen against the brick walls. A fireplace as tall as me was against another wall—it looked like it hadn’t been used in years. Funny, not what I’d expected with Ari. I would have pegged my demon for exquisite and expensive taste. He might only wear black leather and t-shirts, but there was much more to him than what one saw.

When my eyes strayed back to him, he was watching me closely, that cocky smirk of his making him look even sexier. Beneath all that cockiness, though, was a vulnerability that left me wanting to take care of and protect him with my dying breath.

“Not impressed, huh?” He asked as he looked around the loft.

I smiled. “I’m always impressed with everything you do, Ari. I guess I thought your home would be more…you. Well, except for the bed. That’s all you.”

He looked at it and then back at me. “No, Az, that’s allyou. Those are your wings, not mine. As for the rest of it? I guess I don’t really see this place as home—just a place to hide out when my existence called for hiding out.”

I walked over to the kitchen area and leaned against the counter. “Why Rome?”

“You know why,” he answered quickly. “Does your ego need for me to admit it out loud?”

Because this was where we’d first met. “No. My ego is just fine, thank you.”

I was in love with a demon. I’d denied it much too long. Suddenly, I wanted to know everything about him, the good and the evil. I wanted to know what his life in the underworld was like—how it felt to be demon royalty. Who loved him and took care of him when I hadn’t been around? Just…everything.

Instead, I asked, “Why did you save Marchand? The Dark Lord had you searching for him for years. You had to know punishment would be involved.”

He shrugged out of his leather jacket and yanked off his biker boots. “Already told you that one. He was yours, so I couldn’t hurt him—couldn’t allow anyone else to harm him.” His fingers gripped the hem of his t-shirt and over his head the material went, baring his perfect chest and rippled abs to me. In three steps, he’d closed the distance between us and his scent, demonic yet delicious, overwhelmed my senses. “What’s up, Az? All the talk…we never talk. Don’t tell me you’re trying to back out of your promise to get on your knees for me? I know that when you look at me, all you see is demon, but you did promise, and an angel should never break his oath.”

His tone was light and teasing but his words crushed me.All I saw was demon? Was he insane?

Without hesitation, I dropped to my knees in front of him. As my fingers worked at unbuttoning and unzipping his leather pants, I looked up at him and said, “Oh, Ari. I stopped seeinganydemon in you long ago. I wanted to, even pretended that I believed it was all you were, but it was a fucking lie. When I look at you, all I think ismine.”

I pulled out his cock, which was perfect, and used the tip of my tongue to trace a thick vein on the underside. My other hand reached up to cup his balls, testing their weight and then teasing them with just a touch of pressure. Everything with Ari was always amped up—just on the edge of pain. His scent was delicious, reminding me of something humans called roasting marshmallows. Yes, that was weird, but Ari had never really had a demon smell to me.

Ineededto taste him.

When my lips wrapped around the head of his cock, I heard a moan rip from Ari’s mouth. He’d blown me, but I’d never done this for him. I’d felt like it would make me give too much of myself. The loss, I realize, was all mine. When his essence hit my tongue, fireworks went off in my head and my wings went wild, opening, expanding, and fluttering—like a virgin.

“Shit, Az. Are we really doing this?” He asked, his voice even huskier than usual. “I was only teasing with you.”

I sucked him completely down my throat, shutting him up. Well, no words but the most glorious sounds I’d ever heard started tumbling from his lips. His hands wrapped tightly in my hair. When I looked up, his eyes were locked on the spot where my lips wrapped around his cock. Panting, whimpering, and some unknown language played like sultry music as I finally worshipped him. My head bobbed, but my eyes stayed glued to his. His to mine. I’d expected his eyes to darken with arousal, but they were a dark gray, nearly all hints of black gone.

When I toyed with the spot between his cock and balls, his hands gripped my head and made me stop any movements.

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