Page 6 of Tempting Azagoth (Angelic Shorts #1)

A TASTE

AZAGOTH

S weetness and innocence exploded on Azagoth’s tongue as he swiped it along every corner of Delilah’s mouth. Her little mewls as she clutched at his shoulders despite his grip on her neck, sent blood rushing to his cock. He wanted more . The desire to consume, to gorge on her pleasure, stabbed into him.

Mine .

He didn’t question the rapid decisions and desires swirling in his mind. Need for the little lamb lured him into letting her feet touch the hardwood floors so he could walk her backwards. Like an obedient prey, she let him lead her to the sectional, stumbling backwards when the backs of her legs met the edge of the sofa.

Only then did he release his grip, letting her fall onto the soft cushions. Kiss-swollen lips gaped at him and desire swum in pools of brown. She wanted him. Hardened nipples poked through the material of his shirt and his glamor slipped, his essence pressing against the confines he trapped it behind.

Her eyes widened more, darting left and right and he knew she must be able to see the shadowy outline of his wings. His back muscles twitched, drawing the arches in tight so the tufts stuck close to his body. The idea of fucking her mid-flight, however, teased his mind. He abandoned the thought, approaching his prey.

Only Devils fucked in the air as most demons lacked wings. And even the ones born with them were flightless, a relic of a limb they didn’t need. He crowded forward, caging Delilah against the cushions.

“Do you want me, lamb?” he murmured in a silky voice, leaning to let his lips ghost over hers. She tipped her face upward, a needy whine leaving her lips.

“Use your words. I want to hear you.” And he did. His ears wanted her soft sounds echoing through them. His hands craved to learn every curve and dip of her body. She tempted him like no other. He fucked when the urge hit him, but no human caused this strong of a reaction. In fact, he preferred mating with his own kind.

Until her. And she’s all mine .

“I-I want you,” she said shyly, flushing once the words left her mouth.

Good prey .

“Good girl,” he murmured, sliding his hands behind her to press her into him. He flipped them until she straddled his thighs. He’d left her panties on but imagined them stained with her arousal.

“Grind on me, lamb. Let me feel you. And I want to see you pleasure yourself with my cock.” His hands on her hips urged her to move back and forth. A moan was his reward, a shudder traveling through him from the sound.

Fuck, that sounded good. Better than any song or melody.

“Again,” he growled, lifting his hips for greater contact. Her nails dug into his shoulders, too blunt to do any damage, but if he didn’t regenerate almost immediately, he’d demand she claw him, mark him.

Only a celestial can do lasting harm to another celestial. Another caveat to God’s design. He hadn’t created them to die, but he did allow one the ability to snuff out the flame of another. A true death , if you will.

If not for the moaning female grinding on his cock, he’d wonder why that was. Population control or God’s infinite wisdom, where he foresaw the fall before it happened. It’s anyone’s guess, but the pleasure tightening his balls demanded all of his attention.

She felt so damn good on his lap and in his arms. Fuck, maybe if he’d had a soul, he’d trade it to experience this for eternity.

And didn’t that idea just shock him to his fucking core, causing the flames of magic within him to flicker. What shocked him further was noticing her aura mirrored what he’d felt.

Fuck. Now, he wasn’t sure who was in who's head. It didn’t matter so long as she kept rocking those delectable hips up and down his shaft. He wished he could just bury it inside her, but if her taste was any indication, his lamb was untouched. A virgin.

The idea of being the only male to touch her like this, to hear the sounds she made, forced a surge of possessiveness to buzz through him.

Mine.

He didn’t care what he had to do to keep her. He was never letting his lamb go, even if he had to barter with his brother for her soul when the time came to reap her.

“I’m—Oh!” she cried, stiffening in his arms. He shook his head, refusing to let it end there. He deserved to taste the pleasure coursing through her. Twisting to the right, he rolled them again, pinning her beneath him. Then he pried her mouth open, letting his tongue unfurl inside to its true length while rocking his hips into her sensitive pussy as aftershocks caused her legs to tremble. His eyes rolled, his own body trembling.

Sweet heavens, she tasted good.

Her pleasure leeched into him as he forced more of his tongue into her mouth. It singed him and her throat resisted when he tried extending it further for more. He wanted to invade every cell of her being, absorbing it into himself. Greed scraped claws along his insides. He needed to stop before he killed her, or worse.

If he kept gulping down her emotions, licking her mouth clean, he’d drain her into a shell of herself, a desiccated husk with zero spark of life. He’d seen lesser demons like Incubi do it. He pulled back, ignoring her weak complaint. She’d liked it. That was new.

Then again, he’d never fed on humans who wanted him to. Their fear, despair, and anguish fueled him. Or he manipulated their unbridled lust into a method of self-destruction. But he’d never done anything like this.

His breaths fanned her face as he panted, attempting to rein himself under control. Curious fingers trailed up his back, causing his wings to twitch. He grimaced, eyes closed shut. Another first. No human had ever touched his wings, and her fingers danced dangerously close. But, he didn’t pull away until he remembered the serrated edges could saw a lesser creature in half.

They flared up and out with a will of their own, ensuring the tips were nowhere near her fingers. She gasped, and his eyes popped open to witness her reaction. Awe and curiosity filled her face, her eyes focused beyond his head. He turned his neck, grimacing at realizing he’d dropped even more of his glamor. At this point, he was only a few features away from disclosing his actual appearance to her.

Good thing celestials lacked horns, or he’d worry she’d find him hideous. Not that his real face was the work of art it used to be.

I’m doing all kinds of shit with a human I’ve never done before. She’s changing me.

At the back of his mind lurked the myth of a human mate. His jaw clenched. He couldn’t let rumors and whispers sway him.

A knock sounded at the door, releasing a grunt from him. Ananiel’s early , he thought, slowly crawling off of his lamb before pulling her onto his lap. She flushed and he chuckled at the adorable reaction.

She’ll get over that shyness real quick.

“Come in,” he called to his brother, securing his arms around Delilah, leaving little room for doubt of who she belonged to.