Page 13 of Tempting Azagoth (Angelic Shorts #1)

CLAIMED

DELILAH

D elilah’s toes curled, her pussy spasming around Azagoth’s cock. She’d noted it appeared different from what she thought it would, not at all like the drawings she’d seen while among the Chosen.

Firm muscles twitched beneath her hands and curious as to how to ride him, she rocked her hips, sinking further down his cock. Pleasure spiraled up from that one motion, spurring her to do it again.

“Oh!” she moaned, her eyes drifting closed as she basked in the sensation. It was unlike anything she’d ever felt. His tongue had been inside her and still it hadn’t felt like this .

“That’s it, lamb. Take more of me,” he groaned beneath her, sliding his hand from her hip to cup one of her small breasts. It barely filled his palm, but she couldn’t focus on that as he brushed his thumb along her tightened nipple.

“More,” he rasped in a husky, low voice. She nodded, rolling her hips to receive more of him. Her head jerked back from the stretch, a moan trapped in her throat. Her hand brushed where they were joined and she discovered there was still more of him left to take.

“You’re almost there, my mate,” he encouraged, the endearment nearly giving her pause.

Mate. Chosen.

I am his now. Forever claimed.

The thought didn’t fill her with fear, bringing a smile to her lips. It spawned more bravery, and she gripped the feeling tightly, using it to embolden her to drop completely down his cock until her lips sat flush with his pelvis.

“Oh, fuck!” he groaned, his hips jerking beneath her, driving him deeper.

“Oh, Satan!” she cried, the head of his cock pushing against her cervix .

With a snarl, he snapped his wings, flinging them into the air and rotating mid-flight. They hovered several feet off the floor and anger twisted his face.

“Never utter another celestial’s name while my dick is inside you. Do you hear me, pet? I better be the only Devil you’re praying to,” he growled before flapping his wings and driving his hips into her, curling her toes and sending pleasure zipping through her pussy.

“Azagoth,” she whined, clenching her eyes shut, her body losing itself to the onslaught. He didn’t let up, thrusting in and out of her while his wings kept them in the air. She had nothing to hold on to but him, digging her nails into his neck, then back and locking her ankles behind him.

“That’s it. Mine ,” he muttered without stopping.

She couldn’t take anymore, her body tightening with each punishing thrust of his cock. Her muscles trembled as her pussy spasmed around his hard length. It dragged along her walls, and the head kept brushing a blissful spot deep within her, threatening to shatter a dam of pleasure. She didn’t think she could handle the flood.

“Azagoth!” she cried, uncertain of what she was asking for. Everything within her kept winding tighter, cresting toward an end that was bound to be explosive.

“Come for me, Delilah. Let me feel it,” he coaxed in her ear. His nose skimmed her cheek before fangs dented the sensitive skin at the curve of her neck.

Do I want him to bite me?

Unbidden, her body screamed yes, hurling her off the edge. Her neck craned back in offering as her eyes rolled back. His cock never stopped pistoning in and out of her as bliss rampaged through her.

He chuckled darkly then sank his teeth into her skin. It gave easily and Satan preserve her! The ecstasy cascading through her stuttered before heightening, blazing a path through all of her limbs.

Opening her mouth, she screamed before consciousness failed her.

A mortal was never meant to mate with one of them.

AZAGOTH

Oh, fuck!

Delilah’s body seized, wrenching his climax from him and tearing a roar from his throat, forcing him to pull his fangs out of her neck. As his cock jerked inside her, spilling his cum, he lowered them to the floor and flipped to his back, cradling her in his arms. His hips twitched, aftershocks coursing through him, and he didn’t trust he wouldn’t send them plummeting to the ground as his balls continued to empty inside of Delilah.

Cool wood met his back, and he tightened his grip on his mate, wrapping his wings around them, sealing them in darkness.

His mate laid on top of him, her pussy rhythmically contracting around his softening cock. It’d been too much all at once—the sex, the flying, the bite. He gnashed his teeth, mentally whipping himself for potentially endangering her. She’ll awaken eventually.

Hopefully she won’t wake up with regrets.

Would he let her go if she did?

Well, is my name Azagoth?

An easy question with an easier answer.

He trailed claws lightly down her bare back, inhaling deeply of her scent, a faint bouquet of lilacs and orchids.

A lost lamb and a pretty flower. How did I get so lucky?

A knock intruded on the intimate moment, sliding a scowl onto his face. He cinched his wings tighter, blocking out every sliver of light and opened his mind, probing the Fallen outside his door.

“Did you want something, brother? Or are you lost? This is my domain. I don’t recall extending an invitation.”

Through the connection, Azagoth sensed the grin on Tamiel’s face, and his claws itched to slice it off. He’d gift it to Sariel as an offer of truce.

“Oh, I bring news, brother, but none as delicious as the rumor of your Fated. The Morningstar demands you bring her before him. He’ll grant you this night, but expects you both tomorrow’s eve.”

Dread coiled in his gut, slick and serpentile. He cut the connection. Message received.

Father preserve us , he thought, cupping the back of Delilah’s head as her slow exhalations fanned his face.

We’ve been summoned before the King.