Page 20 of Hazel’s Choice (A Monstrous World: Next Gen)

Chapter Nineteen

Annex

I t’s a good thing I’m not territorial. I wasn’t necessarily expecting to find Hazel and Zephyr tangled up in one another in her bed, but I can’t exactly say I’m surprised either.

My money was on the couch.

Maybe the wall.

That angel was so pent up, I’m surprised he managed to make it to the bed.

At least he put up a decent performance.

Hazel’s satisfaction and contentment are almost palpable as I appear next to the two of them on her mattress.

I’m going to go out on a limb and assume she didn’t have the opportunity to tell him about what she really is. I’m not sure he’d be looking down at her with such soft affection as she rests against his chest if she did.

Which is shitty.

He should be willing to accept her for exactly who and what she is.

Perhaps that’s a bit too optimistic, but I’ll be here to spoil her rotten and pick up the pieces if he chooses not to make the right call.

Zephyr’s head swivels, and his distaste for me is apparent. He’s a bit of a cliché angel. Isn’t he?

I palm the back of Hazel’s head and stretch over Zephyr’s arm to nuzzle my cheek to hers. “Sorry to be a pain in the arse when you smell so well fucked, but you’re a meal too tempting to pass up.”

Wrapping my fingers in her hair, I tilt her mouth to mine. I shove my tongue into her mouth and dose her with a tiny burst of lust.

Hazel’s eyes pop open, and she smiles into the kiss, grabbing the front of my shirt and pulling me closer.

Fuck.

I’d raze entire villages just to keep her safe. Luckily, that’s not likely to be necessary in this day and age.

She converts the tiny bit of magic I fed her and slips it back to me with a punch that makes my entire body buzz with extra energy.

It’s so potent that I don’t even mind when she grinds her pussy over the angel’s pelvis.

Ha.

If I were him, I’d already be inside her.

I pull back from our kiss and give her a final peck before sliding down the bed.

Zephyr and Hazel are chest-to-chest, but I have an extra-long tongue. If he’s not going to take care of her before bed, I certainly have no qualms about it.

Luckily, I have long legs too. With their legs tangled together, it means I have to kneel over both sets. I manage it just fine.

Flicking my tongue out, I work my hands under Hazel’s hips and pull them up several inches while scooting down the bed just a bit to get better access.

The angel glares.

I smirk.

Hazel whimpers.

My tongue teases over her drenched cunt, and I loop my arm around her pelvis to tease her clit. I dip my forked tongue inside her opening and practice fucking her with it.

I quirk an eyebrow at Zephyr. He could kiss her or tease her tits or something. The man just continues to stare at me with an unimpressed frown.

Oh, well.

You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make it drink.

It’s the same principle.

You can lead an angel to fun, but you can’t force them to want to fuck.

Hazel’s tits bounce against Zephyr’s chest as she really gets into grinding back to fuck my tongue. Her euphoria pulses in the air, and every lungful that I suck down only succeeds in boosting my magic to even higher, almost unimaginable heights.

Damn.

That angel really is useless.

Whatever.

He can continue to watch with that sourpuss look on his face.

I wrap my tail around, brushing it over her nipples. She gets so much slicker, and I preen.

See, I don’t need any backup from that lazy, feathered fuck. I’ve more than got her pleasure covered, and I haven’t even whipped out my dick.

Hazel sobs, nodding frantically against Zephyr’s shoulder.

I smirk, focusing the forked end of my tongue on her G-spot. She’s going to lose her mind when she feels the sides teasing it independently.

I’m not wrong.

She gets so loud that my chest puffs with pride, and she gushes as her orgasm washes through her system.

Her entire body jolts, and I only grow smugger.

I wait until her core stops convulsing and pull my tongue free of her pussy so I can stretch around her back to suck down the excess lust she’s spilling.

She lazily kisses me back, but I can sense how exhausted her system is.

My dick sheds a proverbial tear.

Oh, well.

There’s always tomorrow morning.

Things get weird over the next few days.

Zephyr follows Hazel around like a puppy—or a dutiful protector, depending on how you want to look at the situation.

Hazel keeps her mouth firmly closed about what she is, so I follow her lead like any good boyfriend would.

That disaster is going to blow up in both their faces.

Zephyr isn’t exactly being truthful, either. He spends a lot of time worrying about when he’ll have to leave on his next assignment, and he hasn’t said a word to Hazel about any of that.

I’m able to pick up his thoughts because he’s terrible at shielding his mind—at least his worries—but I don’t think Hazel has caught on.

It’s hard to hate the guy when he is genuinely concerned about what his leaving would mean for Hazel’s safety with the “creature” still on the loose, but if the two of them would just be truthful, they could hash it out and be done.

They’re both being sneaky, and that never ends well for anyone.

I watch and wait, ready to back up my girlfriend, but truthfully, if it comes down to a fight between the two, I’d probably do more harm than good.

I’m a lover not a fighter.

Speaking of fucking, Hazel is horny on a level I haven’t seen from her before, but I’m not complaining. Perhaps she just hopes to fuck us out of her system, though I don’t think that’s it.

Zephyr hasn’t approached me to have a conversation about the whole fucking my girlfriend thing, but maybe he doesn’t think it’s necessary?

I have no idea if angels are matriarchal. Though I still think a conversation should be in order. At the very least, it would be a good olive branch to clear the air between us, but he just might not care. After all, it hasn’t fully clicked how much she means to him.

Oh, he knows he cares.

He just hasn’t reached the point where he’s ready to cut ties with Heaven. He and Hazel should really have an honest conversation before that happens, though. Just so neither party ends up resenting the other.

On the whole resentment train of thought, I try not to let it bother me that he follows her to work every day while she hasn’t returned to Rut with me since he moved in.

Although, to be fair, she does snuggle with me on the couch every night, and she never turns me away from her bed. She’s snugglier than I would expect her species to be, but I would never complain about physical contact.

Cuddles and snuggles have been surprisingly good for my soul, and my obsession with the devourer only grows with every passing day.

My gut instinct says there’s something more at play, but I haven’t been able to parcel out what that something is.

Hazel always smells delectable. Considering there are no others of her kind available to ask, I’m unsure if all devourers have such potent pheromones.

I’ve spent quite a lot of time racking my memory for clues about why her scent is so familiar at times, but thus far, I’ve got nothing. It’s baffling and frustrating all at once. I imagine it’ll come to me once I stop focusing on it, though.

I’m even more confused when my laundry begins to go missing.

Of all the scenarios that I come up with, nothing makes sense.

It leads to a bit of an obsession on my part, and I find I’m so intrigued that I peek in her doorway after she disappears inside with an armful of mine and Zephyr’s dirty clothing.

She climbs onto her mattress, giving me a nice view of her arse as her dress pulls up in the back. I don’t let myself be distracted, and it pays off.

Hazel sniffs one of my shirts and grabs a pillow, folding up the material and stuffing it inside. She repeats the process with several items of Zephyr’s clothing before shoving the rest under the stack of pillows.

It’s only then that I notice the blankets piled in a circle around the edges of the bed.

It’s almost as if she’s made a nest for herself, but there’s no way…

“What is she doing?” Zephyr asks, appearing on the other side of the doorway. He speaks so softly that a witch would have no chance of picking up the sound, but I’m unsure if Hazel might.

Siphoning past the open door, I appear behind him as he peeks in her doorway on the side closest to the hinges.

“I believe she’s nesting,” I whisper in an attempt to avoid alerting Hazel.

Zephyr jolts and spins around. “Only shifters and fae nest.”

“There’s an exception to that,” I say, cracking a smile.

I’d bet my last hundred dollars I’m right.

That overly sweet tinge her scent gains when she’s hyper-aroused…

I think I just figured it out.

Zephyr follows me into the room as I come to a stop at the edge of the bed. Grabbing Hazel’s ankles, I tug her to the end of the mattress and flip her over. Her legs hang off the bottom, and she grins at me in confusion as I prowl over her soft body.

“Whatcha doing, baby doll?” I ask, smiling as her face twists into a frown.

Oh yeah, she’s been caught.

Do I mind that she’s been stealing my clothes? Fuck no. I think it’s adorable.

I’d still like to confirm if my suspicions are correct.

“I-I, um…” Her shoulders bounce as her eyes widen. “I was making my bed.”

“Dirty little fibber.” I snort. “You’ve been stealing my clothes. Zephyr’s too. I’m surprised you didn’t strip the sheets off our beds, but come to think of it, we’ve spent more nights in here with you lately than we have in our own beds.”

Her cheeks turn pink before my eyes, and I peck a quick kiss on her lips to hopefully settle her system.

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about, but I do have a question.” I mark her cheek with my pheromones before quickly moving to the other side. “Do you happen to have any omegas in your family?”

Hazel gasps while Zephyr scoffs.

“Omegas died out several hundred years ago,” the angel proclaims.

Gods.

How little he knows, and how confident he is that he’s always right.

It would be genuinely funny if I wasn’t convinced it’s leftover indoctrination from angel culture.

It’s like a human who grew up in a cult.

It will take time and evidence-based proof to teach him that he was lied to.

Whether those lies were purposeful or just due to a lack of knowledge, I can’t say.

I had a similar adjustment period after leaving Hell. The human realm was much like I’d been told it would be and nothing like I expected all at once. It was quite the mindfuck.

The sweet devourer nods, her eyes wide. “My mother is an omega, but there’s no way I inherited those genetics.”

“Are you really sure about that?” I ask, keeping my tone light. Her energy says she’s not prepared to accept reality, but I’m pretty sure she’s an omega on the verge of her first heat.

“I’ve never even menstruated?—”

“But you said you have a contraceptive spell,” Zephyr cuts in.

“I do,” Hazel replies, rolling her eyes. “My mom was very serious about not being mentally prepared to be called Grandma any time soon. Not that I want children. That’s why I didn’t put up a fuss.”

“Could you both sit up so we can discuss this?” Zephyr asks with a huff.

“Yes, let’s move this conversation to the living room.” And with that, I siphon us to the couch.

“I don’t even think this is worthy of a conversation.” Hazel huffs, crossing her arms over her chest. She’s seated on the other side of the sofa while Zephyr took the club chair that normally sits vacant.

“Well, baby doll, you’ve been smelling super sweet lately. Something deeper is going on.” I shrug.

Okay, that’s just my opinion, not factual information, but my gut tells me I’m right.

“The scent is familiar. I was under the impression omegas went extinct, but if your mother is one, that clearly means I received misinformation.” Zephyr smiles tightly like he’s embarrassed to have been wrong.

“They were endangered for a while, or maybe wiped out completely, but nature decided it was time for them to make a comeback.” Hazel brings her hand to her mouth, biting her cuticle.

“I don’t know everything, but my mom works as a fertility witch.

It’s more common nowadays to see them, but that doesn’t mean I’m one. ”

I almost laugh.

Her delusion is impressive, but we all have our vices.

Zephyr still believes he’ll head back to Heaven without any resentment about having to leave Hazel behind.

I’m just particularly happy to no longer be in Hell, so not much gets me down these days.

“We’ll just have to wait and see what happens.” I wink at Hazel. “But we won’t bring it up if it bothers you. Right, Zephyr?”

The angel nods. “I won’t bring it up again.”