Page 11 of Tempting Azagoth (Angelic Shorts #1)

HOME AND INNOCENCE

DELILAH

A zagoth lowered dark lashes to rest on high cheekbones, lips pressed into a line. The air around him shimmered and rippled, like reality warping to his demand.

The changes that flowed over him were gradual but no less astounding. Delilah gaped, eyes wide to take in every inch of him.

The skin on his cheeks split, revealing gilded bone, and she noted the tips of his ears were the same. More bones pushed passed the skin covering his ribs, nearly shielded by the short dark strands that lengthened to flow across his chest, brushing his waist .

Golden scars decorated odd parts of his body. It was like an artist took a brush dipped in gold and painted him in random strokes.

Large wings arched behind him, the width spanning almost the entire room. Tentatively, she reached out a hand to brush the soft downy feathers lining the interior of his wings.

He flinched, eyes flying open at her touch.

“You’re not running,” he croaked, voice hoarse with unnamed emotions. She eyed him quizzically.

“Why would I run? You’re protecting me from the Chosen and…” She flushed, uncertain of how to get the words out to describe what they’d done earlier. She wanted a repeat. No, better, she wanted to map every scar and bone on his body, to hear his voice describe to her in detail how he’d earned each one.

Then she could do the same.

His beauty floored her, but also made her feel closer to him, like a layer of armor dropping between them. Maybe that’s why he thought she ought to run.

How could a mere mortal stand before such beauty and not feel inadequate?

“And?” he coaxed, tipping her chin up when she’d lowered her face to avoid his intense amber gaze. The point of his claw was sharp but not pressing hard enough to pierce her skin.

Would she even survive doing more with him?

He could claw her to death or worse.

And he’d deliver me straight into the Morningstar’s embrace.

“Talk to me, lamb. I want you to speak every thought flowing through that pretty head. Don’t hide from me. You asked me to do the same,” he reminded her.

She leaned forward and his hand slid to cup her neck, their faces becoming inches apart.

“I want you,” she whispered. “I-I think you’re beautiful. And I appreciate what you’ve done—” His mouth crashed into hers, cutting her off. It was nearly angry, like he didn’t want her gratitude. Claws dragged along her skin, gliding through her braided hair to scrape her scalp.

“You’ve no idea what you’ve signed up for,” he growled into her mouth. “But, no matter, I’m not letting you go and if I were a lesser creature, I’d pray you come to terms with your fate quickly.” His tongue pushed past her own, slithering to the back of her throat. She recalled it being far longer than it should’ve been earlier.

There’s still so much to him that she didn’t know. But one thing she knew for certain, she was his .

She was home.

AZAGOTH

Perhaps Father hasn’t forsaken me, yet. Or he’d never let such a gift land in my lap.

Azagoth wanted to consume every bit of Delilah until nothing was left. But then he’d be left with an eternity without her.

I can’t have that.

No, he’d claim his little human, make her his and perhaps, find a way to share his immortality with her. Because he wouldn’t survive without her now that he’d found her.

Maybe there was a grain of truth to the myths surrounding a human mate for Fallen.

How else could he explain this sudden, relentless hunger for something so breakable? How she eased his mind, giving him a semblance of peace he hadn’t felt in centuries?

And she thinks I’m beautiful. Like I’m not some desecrated version of my former self .

It’s as close to being blessed as a creature like himself would ever be.

Delilah melted against him, letting him guide her to her back, gliding his hand up her thigh and shoving the hem of her dress upward. He’d prefer to fuck her mid-flight, but they had the rest of eternity for that.

His tongue retreated, and he forced himself to quit gorging on her emotions. As delicious as they were, he knew her pussy would taste better.

He kissed a path down her neck, then lower, nose brushing the fabric of her dress.

She let out an adorable squeak when he shoved her dress up to reveal her plain white panties.

“Az,” she whispered, sounding breathy and needy.

He looked up the line of her body, smirking at the innocent lamb he was preparing to devour. In more ways than one.

“Relax. I’ve got you. If anything doesn’t feel good, use your words and let me know. Can you do that for me?” he asked, caressing her inner thigh with the pads of his thumbs. She nodded shyly. Her skin was flushed a pretty shade of red, lips swollen and eyes slightly unfocused .

She looked like a woman prepared to be thoroughly fucked.

They called me the defiler of innocents at some point. I guess I’m about to prove them right.

Instead of shoving her panties aside, he sliced cleanly through them, baring her glistening pussy for his viewing. The lips were slightly puffy.

My poor lamb has been left unsatisfied for too long.

Later, he’d ask her if she ever pleasured herself, even though he suspected the answer.

Without wasting another moment on idle musings, he dove forward, groaning at the taste exploding across his lips and tongue. His eyes rolled and he shoved more of his flexible tongue inside her.

Her moan spurred him on, her hand finding its way to his hair and pressing him to her. Like he’d ever abandon such a meal.

While he fucked her with his tongue, tasting her virginal blood, he circled her clit with a free hand, using the other to keep her thighs from attempting to suffocate him.

“Azagoth!” she cried, arching beneath him. Her pussy clenched around his tongue and he forced his hands away from her or he’d risk spearing her with his claws .

His name sounded too good on her lips. And the taste of her arousal poked and prodded at the primal creature beating beneath his breastbone. During the fall, they’d become like animals, cursed with an insatiable hunger.

And he wanted to devour her.