Page 12 of Tempting Azagoth (Angelic Shorts #1)

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DELILAH

D elilah was losing her mind and body to a demon, one of the Morningstar’s favored. She couldn’t complain, body singing with pleasure and searing her veins. Her vision blurred, blinking stray tears away.

If Father saw me now…

The ceiling stared down at her judgmentally, Azagoth’s head resting between her thighs.

Who was she kidding? Even with a prince of Hell at her side, he’d consider her a failure or worse—merely a womb to be filled. She brought a hand up to dash tears away .

Azagoth leapt up her body, peering down at her with concern.

“It’s nothing,” she lied, lowering her eyes. A growl slipped past his lips, canines bared at her as he chomped on air.

“Don’t lie , mate. I can taste your tears. Wasted ,” he growled, muscle rippling as she raked her gaze down his body.

His cock leapt behind his pants, a reminder that this was not a space for her father to invade. Azagoth freed her from the Chosen’s leash.

“Well, it was something,” she confessed then cleared her throat. “But it’s nothing now. I want this. I am not theirs , anymore. I want more,” she said, taking a risk by gliding her hands down his bare chest, muscles contracting beneath her palm.

“Give it to me. All of it.” Redness crept across her cheeks from the brazen words, but she meant them.

I am shackled no more.

By the past, by her father—her chains were gone.

He even let my brother live.

Who knew a devil could be capable of mercy?

Reaching up, she tugged his mouth to hers, tasting herself on his lips, a faint tangy flavor she sampled as her tongue swirled inside his mouth. He groaned, leaning more of his weight into her. Fangs nipped her lip when he pulled away, amber eyes brighter than their usual golden hue. They blazed down at her, hunger swimming in the pinprick pupils.

His eyes don’t react the way mine do.

Sorrow cooled the flames of desire with the absence of his body as he crawled off of her.

“I—”

“Strip, lamb. Show me what’s mine, now and forever more.” His unyielding tone tightened her nipples, rekindling her need for him. With trembling hands and a face flushed red, she tugged her dress up her torso before pulling it over her head and tossing it to the floor. Her eyes stayed fixed to the floor, unwilling to see his initial reaction as she unclasped her white bra, letting it fall to her lap.

“Look at me,” he growled. She did, her lips parting on a gasp. His face rippled, the bones pressing more insistently against his skin like an animal trapped beneath wanted to get at her.

“Strip,” he snarled, veins popping out in his neck like he struggled to rein himself in, claws digging into his pants legs.

She panted, rising to her knees to shimmy her panties down her legs. She kicked them off, and he launched himself at her, tackling her to the floor. Her back arched, bringing her chest flush with his. Heat roiled off of him, searing her skin, but she didn’t want to stop, not now, not with him between her legs and only his pants separating their sex.

“Azagoth,” she whimpered, need clogging her throat.

“I will try to be gentle,” he murmured, running his nose along her neck. “But I am an animal beneath all of this, reduced to an insatiable hunger, and it . Wants. You,” he gritted out, claws stroking her skin, raising goosebumps.

I am ready .

AZAGOTH

Go slow. Go slow. Go slow.

She’s mortal.

None of those words helped Azagoth as he tore his pants away from his cock, refusing to waste time with the ties securing them to his waist. He was too eager, too hungry . If he didn’t get inside her soon, he’d erupt into flames. Or something less dramatic.

His bones ached, and his cock throbbed. Delilah squirmed beneath him like a lustful kitten, practically rubbing herself against him as he took his cock in hand. She either didn’t notice its strange appearance or didn’t care.

Raised ridges ran the length of the top of his cock, the same color as his flesh but the underside sported alternating horizontal lines of gilded bone. No sexual partner in his past ever complained as both sides of his cock scraped the inside of their pussy in a way that was pleasurable—the “bones” being firm but more yielding than his actual bones.

None of them were mortal.

Touche. And when the fuck did he develop a conscience? Delilah wants this, his abnormal appendage.

Enhanced for her pleasure.

That’s what he’ll tell her if she asks. He honestly didn’t know why the fuck his cock didn’t appear the same as a human male. All he could think of was this is the best Father could do as angels weren’t initially designed for reproduction. Sex and lust were hungers introduced to them during the fall. In a way, they’d been born anew.

I hope she enjoys this , he thought, as he slowly teased her entrance with the head of his cock. Oblivious to his inner turmoil over their anatomical differences, Delilah bucked her hips, sinking him deeper and moaning his name as his cock stroked her walls in the way he imagined they would.

“Azagoth,” she whimpered, lifting her thighs to lock her ankles at the base of his spine, forcing him closer.

Greedy lamb.

His tongue curled against the roof of his mouth, begging for another taste of her and he tucked his wings closer but kept them above his back. The way Delilah clung to him told him they’d merely get in her way. Struck by an idea, he rolled them, careful not to impale her further by keeping his hands planted on her waist as he spread his wings beneath him like a blanket, the tips curling to cocoon them.

“Az,” she gasped, leaning forward to dig her fingers into his chest.

“Ride me, lamb. Take as much as you can. Do what feels pleasurable,” he instructed her, ensuring she remained poised above him, the tip of his cock resting just inside her entrance.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” she confessed, worrying her lip with her teeth.

“Learn,” he growled, then pushed her hips down.