Page 25 of Angel Boy

Angel nods, his face lighting up with genuine excitement for the first time in months. "Actually, that's kind of catchy."

He pulls out his phone from the shirt pocket, his gorgeous chest on display as I run my nose along his cheek, breathing in his scent while he types away. Several love bites litter his skin, evidence of how much time we’ve spent together, making up for what feels like lost time. I swear Angel has built a nest in every fucking corner of my cottage, taking up all the space with pillows and blankets, but I love it.

I love walking into my house and seeing that my mate has claimed his space.

I watch over his shoulder as he updates his backup account bio to include #JustAngel, and I can't help but smile at the simplicity of it. No elaborate branding, no corporate-approved messaging—just Angel being Angel.

His scent blooms a little when I reach the mark on his shoulder, Angel letting out a little gasp that has me instantly hard. My free hand moves down his chest, my fingers finding barely there lace just below his stomach. I should have known he’d be walking around like that. He loves enticing me, and I fucking love falling for it, my hand continuing to travel south as it slips into his panties to grab his cock.

His back arches as a moan falls from his lips, Angel wiggling in my hold. He holds up his phone, his cheeks suddenly pink as he twists his face to meet my gaze. "Are you ready, Alpha? Are you ready to be officially mine? After today, everyone is going to know."

"I've been ready, babe," I tell him, meaning every word. "I've been ready since the first time you fell asleep on my lap watching terrible movies."

A wild smile spreads across his lips as he leans in to kiss the corner of my mouth, my hand still down his panties, when the click of a camera brings me back to reality. My eyes widen as I free my hand, staring at the evidence of what Angel just did.

There, in all his glory, is my Omega sprawled out on my lap, love bites on display, his Alpha’s hand very much pleasuring him. But what I didn’t expect was for Angel to capture our faces as well. It’s very obvious justwhohis Alpha is, and it’s not Ryker Morrison.

And with Angel kissing my cheek, there’s no doubt that this picture is real.

"Shit, you're going to post that?" I ask, already knowing the answer.

Angel looks at me like I've asked the most ridiculous question in the world. "What? You're perfectly covered. Maybe too much, actually. Definitely not enough fucking tattoos showing."

"Fuck, babe, no." The protest comes out automatically, even though part of me admires his complete lack of shame about his body.

"If you make me take another one," Angel says with that wicked grin I've come to associate with trouble, "it's going to be me sitting on that fat cock of yours, my lips parted as you—"

"Absolutely not, not another word." I cut him off before he can finish that thought, because knowing Angel, he'd absolutely follow through on the threat.

But looking at the photo again, I realize it's actually perfect. It shows us exactly as we are, unapologetically ourselves.

I help Angel to his feet and take the phone from him, posting the photo before I can second-guess myself. Then I place it face down on the table and look up at him with renewed determination.

"I'm going to fuck you right here like you've been teasing me to do all morning," I tell him, standing up and backing him against the kitchen table. "How about that,just Angel?"

Angel snorts with laughter, his arms coming up to wrap around my neck. "I think I like beingjust Angel, Alpha."

"Good," I growl against his ear, "because Angel is all mine."

"And you're mine," Angel whispers back, and fuck, it doesn’t get better than that.