Page 28 of Hazel’s Choice (A Monstrous World: Next Gen)

Chapter Twenty-Six

Annex

W atching my dick disappear between Hazel’s swollen lips is so fucking hot. Prior to our bonding, I’d never been able to reach climax from a blow job. Feeling her euphoria in the link as Zephyr bucks up into her makes all the difference.

It’s strange being able to sense his pleasure through the connection. If someone had told me a year ago that I’d have an angel as a packmate, I would have called them a bloody liar.

Zephyr is a product of his upbringing, and he’s more tolerable than most angels. I just worry what will happen if he doesn’t take Hazel’s truth bomb well. They’re bonded for eternity, so he better get his shit together quickly.

I don’t think she would begrudge him a minor freak out—I tossed her into a wall, after all—but he’d better not be especially cruel, or she’ll have to pull me off him.

He might kick my arse, but I’m scrappy when I need to be.

Hazel moves from deep throating me to flicking her tongue over my crown, and I smirk at Zephyr. He’s focused on watching where he disappears inside her pussy, but he must feel me watching because his eyes fly to mine.

“Life is pretty damn good. Huh?”

He nods. “Indeed it is.”

Hazel snores lightly as she rests between me and the angel on her bed. Her hair never fully dried after our shower, and it’s a mess of still-damp waves.

I’ve got her sweet arse plastered to my cock while Zephyr stares down at her face. His hand looks massive in comparison to her head as he brushes his fingers over her cheek.

“Once she’s more lucid, I wouldn’t wait long before telling her about your plans to leave for Heaven,” I murmur, keeping my voice low.

His eyes fly to mine, and he looks genuinely taken aback.

I shrug. “You’re terrible at not projecting your fears, but I do think she’ll be understanding of your predicament.”

The angel sighs, shoving his hair behind his ear. “I have no idea if they’ll try to hold me for months in some bullshit sentence or if, like Levi, they’ll simply cut my connection to Oathkeeper and tell me to get the fuck out.”

“They could try to lock you in prison?”

“Depending on how angry they are.” His head bobs. “Yes, and I have no idea how long the term might be.”

“Fuck that,” I whisper-hiss. “Hell wasn’t exactly the same, but it was equally fucked up. Is there anything we can do to get you out if that happens?”

“Why would you want to? Wouldn’t that be the perfect excuse to have Hazel all to yourself?” he asks, his head tilting.

“Two things prevent that.” I roll my eyes. “First, I’m not a selfish fuck. Second, it would cause our mate distress. Seeing her needlessly suffer would bring me no joy. And for the record, I wouldn’t want to see you trapped anywhere, especially not for exercising your free will.”

He sighs once more. “Angel culture isn’t big on allowing its citizens to go against the grain.”

“Well, Hell isn’t either, but whatever happens, we’ll be here for you.” I smile, running my hand down Hazel’s arm. “And for what it’s worth, I promise to protect her in your absence.”

For not requiring sleep to survive, I sure have been partaking in the activity quite a lot. Then again, Hazel has worn the two of us out.

Zephyr shakes me awake, and I’m not sure what century we’re in, let alone what realm.

I slap his hand away and groan. “What?”

“Something is wrong with Hazel,” he hisses, giving me another shove.

“What do you mean?” I ask, sitting upright.

The angel pulls the comforter back. There’s a puddle of dried blood, and I frown.

Damn.

That does seem like a lot.

“Hazel woke up, apologized for bleeding all over me, and ran away. I believe she’s in the shower. What could be wrong with her? Do you think we fucked her too hard?”

“She’s not injured.” I stretch out my wings and swipe a hand over my face.

Sometimes dealing with angels is unreal, but I suppose I can’t pick on him when I’ve spent more time in the human realm than he has.

At least more time intimately engaged with humans since they were my primary food source prior to meeting Hazel.

“You know this one, man. We talked about menstruation when we discussed birth control and Hazel going into heat.”

“Oh,” he whispers, glancing from me to the door to the bathroom. “But she indicated she never had a monthly cycle.”

“Right,” I agree, looking around for my pants.

“But if conception doesn’t occur during a heat…

You know what, you have a phone. Internet search it.

One of us needs to go to the store while the other cleans up the bed and provides support in the shower.

Do you know which products to purchase? Or would you like to strip the bed and comfort our mate? ”

“I will clean the bed and offer Hazel emotional support,” he says, nodding. “I’ve been bathed in the blood of my enemies on the battlefield, I will assure Hazel this is nothing to be embarrassed about.”

I snort.

I’m sure that’s going to go well, but Hazel and I already have a deep emotional connection. It’s Zephyr’s turn to strengthen their bond.

I have chocolate to buy.

Making it back to the house, I land in the bedroom with my arms weighed down with bags.

Hazel and Zephyr are nowhere to be seen, so I make a quick jump down to the living room. They’re stretched out on the couch with Hazel’s head resting on the angel’s shoulder. See, they just needed a little emotional bonding.

Caring for her when she’s wimpy and doesn’t feel well is a great way to endear himself to her. He should probably do that with his mouth closed because when he speaks, things get questionable, but I’m happy to see them having a moment of genuine connection.

She’s in a set of matching navy pajamas with little yellow cartoon rubber ducks. I’ve never seen her in patterned pajamas, but they look incredibly soft. I believe they call that fabric Jersey cotton. It’s such a simple outfit, but she’s always sexy.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I have your supplies,” I say, striding closer to the couch.

Hazel pops up, smiling. “Thank the Gods.” She stretches up to peck a kiss on Zephyr’s lips and climbs off the sofa.

“You could thank your incubus.” I smirk. “This is the bathroom bag.” I hand it over and shake the other. “This is a few snacky snacks to say, sorry the universe hates women, but I love you, so I got you goodies .”

She takes the bag and laughs. “Wow, that’s a lot for a snack to convey, but I can’t wait to see what you got. Be right back.”

Hazel bolts toward the stairs, and I can already tell that she didn’t have a chance to break the news to Zephyr.

I get it.

She’s been through the wringer the last few days, but the longer she puts it off, the more I worry that he won’t react well.

It’s all one big house of cards just waiting to tumble.