Page 19 of Hazel’s Choice (A Monstrous World: Next Gen)

Chapter Eighteen

Zephyr

H azel feels nice sitting in my lap. After the world’s most uncomfortable conversation, where I was firmly schooled about how little I know, all I wanted to do was see her.

I’m not sure what it means, but my system is still unsettled.

“You need a hug,” the little witch says, wrapping her arms under mine. Her hands come to rest on the tops of my shoulders from behind, and she presses her front even more firmly to mine. “Maybe a foot massage would help? I don’t know, but it helps me feel better when Annex gives me one.”

I can’t help but to laugh. She’s a very sweet little witch. Having anyone touch my feet doesn’t seem appealing in the least, but I would be open to licking and sucking every inch of her body. Although there are other areas that I would prefer to focus on.

Starting with her lips might be nice .

My nostrils flare as I breathe in her scent, and I blink repeatedly as I attempt to determine why she smells so familiar. Not her scent per se, it’s more the overly saccharine undertones.

Living for thousands of years has exposed me to many things, but for whatever reason, I can’t recall whatever is on the tip of my tongue.

The next thing I know, I’m turning to the side and laying Hazel down across the couch cushion. Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t shove me away as I kneel between her thighs. My mouth dips lower, my eyes zooming in on her plush, pink lips.

“Oh, um, okay, so if you’re planning to kiss me, I really think we need to have a conversation first. I mean, I don’t know if that’s where this is headed, but it kinda feels like?—”

“Hazel?”

“Yes?”

“Shut up and let me kiss you.”

She blinks repeatedly. “I would be okay with that, but I really think I have to?—”

“I already know you’re fucking the incubus,” I remind her.

Her mouth opens, but she told me she was fine with me kissing her, so I shove my tongue in between her parted lips.

Hazel’s hands tighten on my back, and she doesn’t shove me away.

I believe that’s a good sign.

It’s a battle as we both fight for dominance of the kiss, but I give up control, allowing her to lead. She’s a wiggly thing, squirming under me as I fight the urge to melt into her.

My cock hardens as her tongue teases mine, and her fingers dig into my back, pulling me closer.

It’s a good thing that she seems to want me too.

The maddening woman is all I’ve been able to focus on since I first laid eyes on her, and the sizzle that passes between us every time we touch only intensifies the longer our tongues dance.

She’s warm and soft. Her scent is delicate and feminine, and I ache to slide inside her. I’m fairly sure we’re nowhere close to being at that level just yet, but the way she squirms under me makes me ache to pin her to the couch while I rut into her like a beast.

Her nails rake down my back over my shirt as she whimpers against my lips, and my head turns into a hazy mess of lust.

Dammit.

I’m an angel.

I’m supposed to be above giving in to my base desires.

Apparently I’m not.

Hazel pulls her hands between us, working my belt. Things are moving quickly. I’m not sure how I feel about that, but I also don’t have the strength to put a stop to whatever this is.

I pull from the kiss, bumping her head to the side.

My nose is obsessed with her scent, and logic tells me it will be strongest around her throat.

Nosing her hair to the side, I lick and suck down her lithe neck.

Her pheromones are heavier than I’ve ever scented them, and my body responds accordingly, hardening in response.

Not just my dick, either. My muscles tighten to avoid grinding against her.

“Why don’t you siphon us upstairs?” she murmurs.

“Angels call it shimmering,” I clarify, focusing my intent.

We land upstairs, but in Hazel’s room rather than mine.

I blink in confusion.

I was aiming for my bedroom, not that it isn’t basic as hell. At least the witch has had time to make the space her own.

Hazel’s warm hand sliding down the front of my jeans and boxers makes me jolt.

I thought witches were of a similar temperature to humans. She’s damn near scalding my skin.

“Are you okay?” I ask, getting back to planting licking kisses up the column of her throat.

“I’m good.” Her words come out low and throaty with a sensual undertone that damn near makes me shiver. She grips my shaft, running her fingers down it. “Actually, I changed my mind.” Pulling her hand from the material, she gives my chest a shove.

I frown but comply, moving off her. “What happened?”

“Lie down, Zeph.” She pushes herself up on her forearms and points where she wants me on the mattress.

I scramble to lie flat on the bed, and Hazel moves to kneel next to me. Her eyes sparkle as she lifts a hand, running it down my front. My clothing disintegrates, and cool air tickles my cock.

The little witch doesn’t stop there. She removes her clothing equally as quickly, and a naughty smile tips her lips.

I try to be a gentleman, but my eyes seem to have a mind of their own as they dip to her breasts and hips. While I saw her tits exposed in the club, seeing her completely nude is an entirely different experience.

She’s undressed specifically for me this time. My heart thunders as she stretches out over me. Her knees stay on the mattress, and she plants one hand on my shoulder while the other rests on the bed.

All that long dark hair of hers falls around my face, and she laughs, lowering her mouth to mine. Once again, she takes over the kiss like the bossy little thing she is.

The thought almost makes me smile.

I like that she’s not afraid to take charge and command the situation.

I ache to touch every inch of her soft skin that’s now on full display, but I don’t want to be presumptuous. The fact she asked to be brought upstairs and then removed all of our clothing makes that a ludicrous thought.

Settling for respectable locations, I weave my hand into her hair while the other comes to rest on her lower back. She whimpers against my lips and pulls away all too soon.

“You had a hard day. When that happens, you deserve a little extra pampering.” Hazel pecks a soft kiss on my lips and moves over me on all fours.

My cock is hard enough that she could sink right down on it, but the female body requires more attention to achieve arousal. My hand falls from her hair, my confusion only intensifying as she crawls lower, nudging my legs apart.

“What are you doing?” I ask as she grips my shaft in her hand.

Hazel grins, offering what I think is a look of confusion in return.

Great.

We’re both amateurs.

This doesn’t bode well.

“I thought that was pretty obvious.” Her tongue darts out, licking my crown.

I groan, shake my head, and make a mad grab for her arms. “I don’t think you’re supposed to be doing that.”

Hazel snorts.

Maybe that was a guffaw?

“Angels, man, you guys are so uptight, it’s unreal.” Her hand tightens around my length. “We’re allowed to do anything we want to, as long as we’re enjoying ourselves. Am I good to continue?”

The memory of the way her tongue felt against my cock replays in my mind, and I find myself nodding my agreement.

She’s a tempting vixen.

If I’m not careful, I’ll find myself straying too far from my path. Angels who don’t honor the work their superiors have lined up for them end up fallen. I would lose access to Oathkeeper and have no way to transport souls to the labyrinth. That would be a fate worse than death.

Hazel distracts me fully as her tongue works around my crown. She’s breathtaking with her hair falling around my thighs, and her tight nipples.

Oh yeah, and my cock in her mouth.

I’ve spent too much time on Earth.

I’m being corrupted.

I’m just not sure I care.

She works deeper down my throbbing length, and I don’t know what to do with myself.

“Gods, Hazel. You’re a dream.” I stay in a partial crunch and wrap my hand around the back of her skull, which only leads to me patting her head like a weirdo. Growing braver, I snake a hand between us to cup her breast. “Do you like that?”

She moans around my shaft and sucks even more of me into her mouth.

Hmm.

I believe she did enjoy that.

I thumb her nipple and move to the other breast.

Seeing my cock disappear between her lips is erotic, but I’m not sure she should be lowering herself to her knees for me.

Though I would gladly do the same in return.

I don’t consider myself overly hedonistic, but I yearn to devour her with my face buried in her pussy.

After that, I would fuck into her from behind as her tits bounce.

I’m sure it would provide an excellent view of her ass.

Time loses all meaning as she licks stripes up and down my shaft and moves to suck me deep.

My tip hits the back of her throat, and some primal part of myself aches to shove her a little deeper. I’m able to get a hold of myself before I act inappropriately, but I lose the battle to hold on.

“I’m going to…” I groan, locking my muscles to keep from shoving her down my length as my pleasure grows.

Electric shocks zip through my body as a powerful orgasm rips through my system. It’s so intense that I lose my vision as I spill all over her tongue. I tremble, and she continues teasing long after my orgasm abates.

“Up here, you naughty little witch,” I grunt, sliding my hands under her arms and pulling her up until her face hovers close to mine.

Her slick core drags over my still-hard shaft, and it takes every ounce of stubbornness I possess not to buck up inside her.

Instead, I cradle her skull and lower back, rolling her until she’s under me.

I settle between her thighs, ignoring how my tip bounces around her pelvis. The height difference makes it impossible to kiss her in this position, so I stretch out.

My mouth falls to hers, and she hungrily kisses me back.

Fuck.

I ache to be in so many places at once.

Which reminds me.

My wings explode from my back, extending wide to offer balance as I cradle her cheek in one hand and tease down her middle with the other. My knees dig into the mattress as I get the hang of gently flapping my wings to make the position possible.

It’s almost too much as I reach her pussy. She’s wet just from sucking me off. My palm grinds against her clit, and I test her opening with two thick fingers.

The moan she releases as I slide my digits inside her makes my shaft jerk.

It would be much more enjoyable if my cock were buried inside her. Her warm, wet walls cling to my fingers, and I do my best to coax more of those desperate moans from her lips. It works, and she thrashes under me, digging her nails into my shoulders.

Hazel is dangerous.

She makes me imagine things.

Things angels should never contemplate.

But I’m beginning to see why a fraction of my kind chooses to fall.

Taking a mate in the human realm is prohibited. If you’re going to find your fated, it had better be amongst angelkind. Otherwise, if one’s superiors were to find out, they would make the individual choose.

Life in the human realm with said mate.

Or continuing to serve Heaven.

Giving up everything I’ve ever known would be an unsettling prospect, but harvesting hasn’t given me the same level of satisfaction in a while. It’s still all I’ve ever known.

Hazel’s inner walls clench around my fingers, and she sobs against my lips. I’m unprepared for how tight she becomes as she gushes around my hand.

Right.

It’s much better to stay focused in the moment.

Pulling back from our kiss, I study her face as she shatters all over my hand. She’s a breathtaking sight, and her scent only grows more potent as she comes.

“I want you inside me,” she groans, nodding repeatedly. Her pretty blue eyes pop open, and she looks so desperate, I’m not sure I could deny her anything. “Don’t worry, I have a contraceptive spell.”

Removing my fingers from her pussy, I prepare to bring them to my cock, but the little vixen moves first. She scoots down, gripping my shaft and tugging. It forces me to move with her, and the next thing I know, my tip is notched at her opening.

I thrust inside her and fall atop her soft form, barely remembering to bring my hand between us to tease her clit once more. My wings pull close, the tips touching the bed around us. With them no longer extended, it provides a safe little shield, even if it’s a fallacy.

My fingers weave into the hair at the base of Hazel’s skull as I pull out and thrust deeper. Her eyes hold mine, and the same connection that formed in Spellbound happens all over again.

It’s like a trance.

A meeting of our souls on another plane of existence. Or it could be all the realms simultaneously. I’m not sure, but it’s an almost religious experience.

“Whoa, holy shit, Zeph.” Hazel’s mouth falls as I slam my hips into hers, barely aware of the pleasure building at the base of my spine.

She’s captivating, and the connection between us only intensifies. Her fingers move to cradle the back of my neck, and her breasts bounce against my chest with every thrust.

There’s so much happening, but I have tunnel vision on the little witch.

“Fuck, Hazel, you’re going to destroy me,” I murmur.

Her core gets so much slicker while simultaneously clenching so much tighter.

She nods, rambling something I can’t make out.

My thrusts get messy and uncoordinated as I try to tease her clit.

“Right there,” she chokes out.

I put every bit of my focus into getting her to the finish line before me. My crown slams against the bottom of her pussy as she locks down on my shaft.

And it’s game over.

Hazel moans, squirming and closing her eyes for the first time since I slipped inside her.

I can only pray that means she’s coming around my cock because I can’t hold back any longer. Slamming as deep as I can get, I freeze as I empty inside her.

Every tiny movement as she wiggles under me produces extreme pleasure. I groan, my chest pushing against hers as I struggle to catch my breath.

That was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, and my heart thumps against my ribs. Pulling back enough to check Hazel’s face, I see the same look reflected back at me.

She truly is beautiful.

A slow smile tips at Hazel’s lips, and she runs her fingers through my hair at the base of my skull. “I’m going to have to tell Annex that he was wrong. Angels can be tons of fun under the right circumstances.”

An unexpected bark of laughter leaves my lips as my stomach flip-flops. Seeing her happy is addictive.

Reality catches up all too quickly, and I fight the urge to let it sour my mood. It doesn’t make me hate knowing I’ll always have to leave to honor the next assignment any less.