Page 127 of Angels Adore Astrology

“No!” Sariel gasped, turning bright red. “Because your sign is known to be impulsive! You act in the moment and consider the consequences later. Perhaps there will be reflection, but?—”

Seymour kissed him.

Hard.

There were audible gasps, and someone let out an excited squeal.

Sariel flailed but then relaxed, grabbing the back of Seymour’s head as his tongue dove into his mouth. The kiss was deep, hot, burning with fiery passion in an instant, and the whoosh of Sariel’s wings flapping was a welcome reprieve from the sudden heat.

Seymour was out of breath almost at once, and he pulled back with a soft grunt. “How’s that for impulsive?”

“An extraordinary example.” Sariel smiled. “And a very pleasing one at that.”

“Thank you much.” Seymour grinned back. “Upon reflection, I’m now thinkin’ I’m gonna need another one.”

Sariel laughed and leaned in to kiss Seymour again. It was sweeter this time, but still passionate and thrilling as ever.

The ripple of Sariel’s skin beneath Seymour’s fingers made him shiver, and he was suddenly hungry for something other than dinner. Maybe it was because he wanted to distract himself from the whirlwind brewing inside his brain and the lingering ache in his heart.

Or maybe it was the mere thought of Sariel’s cock pressing inside him that got his dick harder than pulling on jeans right after a shower.

Yeah, that.

“So.” Seymour clicked his tongue. “How long exactly did Marcus say our food was gonna be late?”

“At least twenty to thirty minutes,” Sariel replied. “Marcus said there was a small fire.”

“So, we got some time to kill. Any ideas?”

“I imagine we would wait here patiently for the food to arrive?”

“Yeah, that’s one option.” Seymour very purposely glanced over Sariel and licked his lips. “But I got a better idea.”

“Which is?”

“Quickie in the bathroom. Me, you, right now.”

“We are supposed to be on the lookout for any suspiciousmostriribelliactivity that may aid us in our quest to retrieve the brain of Talos.”

“Which we can look for in thebathroom.” Seymour squeezed Sariel’s thigh.

“Why would they be in the bathroom?”

“Even monsters gotta piss, right? Wait, no, don’t answer that.”

“You really want to engage in sexual relations right now?”

“Yeah. I want your dick and my ass to relate right now.”

Sariel pursed his lips. “Well…”

“Come on, Daddy. Every single one of these places has been a total bust, and now I want tobust, if you catch my drift.”

“I believe I do.”

“So? Don’t make me beg.”

Sariel’s gaze turned heated, and he grabbed Seymour’s chin. “You will, should I desire it.”