Page 5 of Consorting With The Enemy

“You said it yourself—there’s a damn good chance only one of us will leave this shack alive. We both know it will probably be you who’s able to fly away. You do plan on destroying me, don’t you?”

“I won’t let you take Marchand,” he growled.

“Understood, but if I’m about to cease to exist, I’d like to go out with a fuck.” I winked at him. “Care to see if you can still come out…on top?” Anger practically radiated off him.

“This isn’t fun and games or a stupid fight to see who tops whom, Ari.” He snapped.

Yes, the anger was there, but the lust was, too. Stronger. Desperate. He hated himself for wanting me, but want me, he did.

“Okay, I’ll make it easy for you. No battle. You just fuck me. We both know that’s how it would end anyway.” I eased back on the bed, opened my legs wide, and lazily stroked my hard cock. Fuck, I hadn’t been this hard since the last time I was with Az. He was the only being in existence that could control me so easily. “Come on, babe. Don’t make me wait. What’s wrong with a friendly fuck? Having some fun won’t affect Marchand’s safety one way or another.”

“What is it, Ari? Do you just want me to hurt you? You goad me one minute and flirt the next. You dare me to destroy you and then dare me to fuck you.” He started pacing, running his hands through his silky hair with each step. “You’ve always confused me. What’s wrong with you?”

I want you to love me. “Your cock isn’t in my ass,” I answered instead. “That’s what’s wrong with me.”Just one more time, Azazel. Please, I pleaded silently.

He growled and punched the wall hard enough to cause the entire cabin to shake. From my spot on the bed, I watched his entire body quiver. He fought so desperately not to want me. I fought so desperately not to let him know how much I wanted him.

“Come on, my fallen one,” I cooed as I continued to stroke myself. “I’ll be the serpent. My cock can be the apple. You’ll be Eve. Don’t resist the temptation. It’ll be worth it; I promise.”

He slowly turned to face me and started removing what was left of his clothing. Within seconds his glorious body was revealed to my starving eyes. Azazel had been and always would be the very essence of perfection. He was pure sin in an angelic form. Sculpted pecs and abs. Muscled arms. Long, strong legs. The sexiest set of wings located in any realm.

And the most enticing cock, long and thick, that I’d ever encountered in all my years of debauchery. As I looked at him, I realized it was no wonder that no other creature, human or supernatural, could ever fill the void Az had left in me.

“I hate you,” he hissed, sending a spear directly into my heart.

“I know, love. I know. Get on this bed and show me just how much you hate me. You know how rough I like it.” That was a bit of a lie – nobody topped me or got rough with me except for Az. I hadn’t been celibate over the centuries, but there were things I’d saved just for the angel that had stolen a part of me that I hadn’t even known existed.

“Hands and knees. Now!” He ordered as he climbed onto the bed. His eyes burned with lust and anger.

As I moved into position, I realized that what was about to happen was the thing Azazel kept from me—he would never look into my eyes when he fucked me. I knew he was trying to forget who and what I was, but not even my damn pride could stop me from submitting.

Az might hate me, but he never fucked without making certain I was taken care of first. I heard him spit on his fingers and then one nudged against my hole. Just knowing it was Az nearly caused me to come. He wrapped one hand around my neck and pushed my head against the mattress, while his fingers worked magic on my ass. There weren’t pretty words or promises, and I didn’t expect them.

There had been once, though. We’d delighted in each other’s bodies with wild abandon, holding nothing back from one another. It had been perfect. I’d kill to have it back. It wouldn’t happen—my father had made certain of that. He’d made certain Az would hate me throughout eternity with the deal he’d made with the Angel Master.

His cock teased my hole, lubing it up even more with the thick liquid oozing from him. No need for condoms—angels or demons didn’t get diseases, but it still surprised me that Az didn’t want one just so he wouldn’t actually be touching me. I forced myself to relax when he pushed inside me. I loved the burn he caused, loved how I could feel every vein located on every inch. Purposely, I heightened my senses even more, refusing to miss any pleasure he offered.

“You’re so damn tight,” he grunted as he slid out and then pushed back inside me again. “I guess you do with demon magic? You keep that hole of yours tight enough to make us come back and demand more from you,” he accused as his rhythm picked up and thrusts turned into him pounding me into the mattress.

Pleasure floated through my blood stream, touching every dark corner and sparking me to life like only Az could. I fisted my own cock and stroked myself. He grew rougher and rougher with his movement. His hips pistoned with angel strength. I felt his sweat drip onto my back. It caused his scent to overcome me even more, to drive me past the point of remembering why we were here or how much he hated me. Every spot on my body turned into an erogenous zone.

Goddamn, but it was even better than I remembered. He made me vulnerable, physically and emotionally. Vulnerable was a definite no-no in my world, but I never felt threatened with my angel. Hated, maybe, but not threatened.

My body froze in shock when I felt his lips touch the top of my shoulder. “Mine,” he whispered and then his seed erupted inside me.

Mine. I exploded all over the mattress. It was euphoria like I hadn’t experienced since before my father made us mortal enemies. I collapsed onto the mattress. I wasn’t weak from the sex, but he’d knocked me to my knees when his lips had touched my skin. I’d never thought it could happen again.

Hope blossomed inside my chest.

Chapter Three

Azazel

A feeling of unease snapped me out of my slumber and for the first time in my existence, my mind and body felt sluggish. Memories of last night crashed through my head, and I twisted around to ensure Ari hadn’t found a way to escape. The demon, fucking gorgeous that he was, lay next to me. His sleep appeared much too peaceful for someone bedded down next to their greatest enemy.

He didn’t feel like an enemy. At one time, he’d been the goddamn opposite of an enemy.

He was on his stomach, arms flung over his head, and legs sprawled open like he was the only one on the bed. Demon runes decorated his back and arms. Due to what they meant, I should find them unattractive but on Ari, they were gorgeous. My eyes drifted lower. Ari might reside in hell, but that ass had been made in heaven. Firm and rounded. Totally fuckable. My back itched as my wings demanded to come out and play. I grinned, thinking how funny Marchand would think that was after I’d bitched at him for his lack of control.

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