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I chugged the rest of my drink and slammed the glass down blindly, nerves making my heart thunder in my chest. Was I really going to go upstairs with Angel?
He laced his long fingers through mine and pulled me along after him, moving swiftly, as if he was afraid I'd change my mind.
As if I could ever change my mind. I was helpless. I was no good at emotions. And especially relationships or sex. The only thing I was good for was putting a bullet between the eyes of a fiend or a cur gone bad. No way could I tell Angel no. Not after all these years of secret yearning.
I sure was a sappy little shit tonight. And horny. My body was practically raging, pulses of heat shimmering through me in time with my heartbeat.
We reached the second floor and he led me to a room all the way at the end of the hall. Pulling a key from his pocket, he unlocked the door and pulled me inside, slamming it shut and locking it behind us. "No running away," he said, his gold eyes glittering in the dim light of the solar candles that were strewn everywhere.
The room was beautiful, like a posh bed and breakfast, and I knew it was one that was reserved for special customers. Rich customers. But I couldn't really appreciate that. I was too busy drowning in Angel's golden eyes.
He pushed me back against the door, grasping my wrists and pinning them above my head. We were nearly the same height and build. I could get away anytime I wanted. But I didn't want to. He pressed his lithe body to mine, letting me feel his hardness as he leaned in to brush his lips over my neck. I groaned and tilted my head to give him better access as he nibbled at the sensitive flesh there.
"Tell me what you want, Sam," he said, his silky, musical voice trembling in the quiet room.
I opened my eyes and glanced at him, realizing that he was...just as desperate for this as I was. Had I really been that blind all these years? Could he really want me the way I wanted him?
"I just want to be with you," I whispered. "I just...want to be yours. For a few hours." Gods it sounded fucking cheesy. And desperate. But it was true. So true.
He bent his head and leaned into me, his face hidden against the crook of my shoulder. "Okay, Sam."
I pulled my hands free and gripped his slim hips, fitting them to my own as our lips met.
There was kissing, and then there was kissing Angel. My mind flashed briefly back to the kiss I'd shared with Fin just a few hours ago, but I jerked my thoughts back to the here and now. And Gods I never wanted to leave this moment.
Angel tasted like this saltwater taffy I'd tried once as a kid. He tasted like sugar, and sea salt, and dreams. And things I couldn't afford.
His graceful hands cupped my jaw and he deepened the kiss, his tongue darting against mine as he pressed closer. Our thoughts must have been running along similar lines. "You taste like my favorite hot toddy," he said, smiling against my lips when we came up for air. "One with enough alcohol to give it a bite, but enough sweetness to lull you under all the same."
I slid a hand up, yanking his shirt free of his pants so I could touch skin. My hand moved over his flat stomach and up across the broad, lean muscles of his chest. I stroked one nipple under my thumb, and he growled.
"I always knew you'd be the death of me, Sam," he muttered, pulling away to unbutton his shirt and pull it off.
He kicked off his soft shoes and I followed suit, almost falling over as I tried to unlace my boots. Chuckling, Angel pushed me down to sit on a low stool by a stained-glass window that sent muted colors floating over the bed and floor. I felt like I was underwater, drowning in blues and greens, and the gold of Angel’s eyes. He knelt and pulled my boot off, then ran his graceful hands over the holster that held one of my knives strapped to the outside of my calf. "Beautiful," he said, admiring the blade for a moment, his eyes going hooded. "But you won't need these in here."
He deftly unbuckled the holster and set my weapon aside, then slid his hands up my thighs, surging forward to steal another scorching kiss before he bent to remove my other boot and weapon. My jacket followed soon after, and with it my gun. I felt naked without my weapons. Though, not as naked as I was about to be.
But this was Angel. I was safe with him.
My skin was on fire and I ached for him, but he drew things out. My vision went a bit blurry and I shook my head. That last drink was really hitting me now, my entire body buzzing with want.
Angel drew me up and pulled me closer to the bed, where we stood barefoot on the most amazing fur rug I'd ever felt. I didn't think the animal it came from was native to Earth. My fingers flitted over Angel's fly, and I hissed in triumph when I finally managed to get the tricky button and zipper undone. He huffed a laugh and nibbled at my lips as I slid his pants over his slim hips. Then he kicked them carelessly aside, standing before me in nothing but a tight pair of red shorts that did nothing to hide his long, eager erection.
His gold eyes shimmered as he reached for me again. "Your turn," he said with a wicked smirk. He pushed his hands up under my t-shirt. My breath caught, but I obligingly lifted my arms so he could whisk it off over my head. He ghosted his hands up my ribs and to my breasts, cupping them as much as he could through the tight fabric of my sports bra. "Can I just cut this ugly thing off?" he muttered against my neck as he hooked a finger under the stretchy fabric.
I shook my head, laughing as he helped me wriggle out of the smothering thing. Then I regretted it. I kept my chest hidden for a reason. I felt too exposed, too soft to be seen. Letting the world think I was a guy was like wearing a tough layer of armor. Letting someone see the truth was as terrifying as rolling over and exposing my belly to a predator.
Angel gripped my hips and pressed his forehead to my own. "Sam. Don't hide yourself, sweetheart. Not tonight."
I let go of my tits to cup his face, my own face on fire. "Shut up."
I kissed him, sinking into him again as those graceful hands stroked and kneaded, touching me with a gentleness no one had ever bothered with before, then pausing to tease a nipple. He pulled back and went to his knees, wrapping his arm around my waist to keep me still as he worshiped my breasts with his wicked mouth.
I gasped and tangled my hands in his long, silky hair, reveling at the soft feel of the silver strands beneath my fingers and against my skin. It was hot as fuck, being able to watch him from this angle. And he damned well knew it. He tilted his head to smirk up at me from under his long silver lashes, while he suckled at my breast with just enough pressure to make my knees go weak.
When he pulled back and started in on my fly, I froze. It was hard enough showing just this much of myself to anyone, but this...this was usually where it all went massively wrong. A guy might convince himself I was a woman, if a bit too angular to really be soft. But once the pants came off, that illusion was out the window.
Angel felt my tension. He was a master of reading people. It was his job, after all. "Sam," he whispered, pausing to press a tender kiss to the spot just below my belly button. "Please, let me see all of you."
I swallowed hard, my suddenly dry throat clicking audibly. I couldn't make myself speak, but I nodded permission, my heart clenching in my chest like someone had wrapped their hand around it and squeezed.
Angel slid my pants down over my hips and helped me to kick them off. Then he ran his hands up my thighs, bending to tease my rock-hard dick, nipping along the sensitive flesh through my underwear. He lifted his eyes to mine as his hands traced around to my ass and squeezed. "Okay, sweetheart?"
I closed my eyes and nodded. I'd wanted this forever. If he went running away afterward, well...at least I'd have the last half hour or so to remember.
He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of my underwear and dragged them down, then tossed them aside. I squared my shoulders and tried not to cower, even though I wanted to hunch and cover myself.
Angel just smiled at me, and I imagined a hint of wistfulness in the expression. "Beautiful," he breathed. Then he dipped his head and took my small cock into his mouth, working me over like an expert. I gasped at the feeling of his deliciously hot mouth on my flesh, then gripped his shoulders, feeling like I might come unglued from the earth at the sensations he pulled from me. He pulled back, swirling his tongue around the head of my dick, then stood and pulled me toward the bed. "Lie down."
I reached for him instead, pulling him into a kiss. My head was fuzzy and whirling from alcohol, adrenaline, and lust, but I was sober enough to want to confirm he still wanted me. That he was still here, with me.
He kissed me back, pressing close, letting me feel his hard length through his underwear. Then he trailed kisses across my jaw and down my throat to my breasts again, leaving me panting and wanting. I reached for his waistband, but he pulled back. "No. This needs to be about you right now. I want to show you how I feel, Sam."
He arched a brow at the bed, and I hurried to obey, spread out before him, feeling more vulnerable than I ever had in my life. He stroked a graceful hand through my hair, down the curves and hard angles of my body, leaving me shivering, before he crawled onto the bed. He trailed open-mouthed kisses from my breasts, down my body, across the hardened muscles I'd gained from all the years as a hunter, pausing at my belly button, ghosting over my prominent hip bones, skirting around where I wanted that wicked tongue most. He was just taunting me now.
And I loved it.
Finally, he looked up from his place between my legs, his sparkling silver hair spread around us like a shimmering spell. "Tell me if I need to know anything. Or if I do something you don't like, okay sweetheart?"
I nodded, feeling my face burn. The guy had been with countless men and women, but my body was foreign territory, even to him. He watched my face as he sank those lips over my cock again, at the same time as he stroked lower, over my sac, through folds of skin, exploring gently. He hummed approval against my sensitive skin when he found that I was intact as a female too. I arched my back and my hips came up off the bed when he slipped two fingers into my core at the same time he swallowed around my cock.
He pulled back, his eyes twinkling up at me merrily. "Oh, like that did we?"
I scowled at him. "Would you just fuck me already?" I had never been so embarrassed and so turned on at the same time.
"And miss out on half the fun? Oh, no, Sam. No way." He winked. "You're going to come first."
I closed my eyes to avoid looking at his smug, beautiful face as he fingered me, finding and stroking some spot inside that lit up every bit of my weird anatomy. I felt a tightness building and I made a strangled sound, gripping his shoulders to keep from squirming. "Angel. I'm—"
He ignored my warning, quickening his pace, sucking hard and stroking me inside with those talented fingers until I broke, curling my hands into his hair and groaning his name without a single ounce of embarrassment. I spilled into his mouth as I clenched around his fingers, my entire being wrung out with the force of my orgasm.
When I came back to myself, I was still gasping for air, my whole body awash in tingling pleasure. Angel was lying next to me, stroking my hair back from my sweaty face. He smiled tenderly and pressed a kiss to my forehead. "You're amazing, Sam. I wish you could see that."
I opened my mouth to tell him he was amazing, but all that came out was a yawn. I rolled toward him, slipping a hand over his hip. I should reciprocate. I could hardly believe I was in bed with Angel. I needed to enjoy the dream while it lasted. My male parts might need some time to recuperate, but that wouldn't stop the rest of me from having that cock inside me.
But he just took my hand and brought it to his lips, his wooden bracelets clanking as he kissed my palm. "Another time," he said, curling my hand and placing it between us. "You need to sleep now."
He didn't want to fuck me? Was this all just one-sided after all? Pity sex? I furrowed my brow as Angel started to hum. His voice was so beautiful, rich and warm. Achingly haunting and...sad. I blinked, my eyes getting heavy as he started to sing some soft tune in words I couldn’t decipher. My head felt fuzzy, but a sliver of panic managed to sneak in around the edges. "Angel?"
He looked down at me, his gold eyes filled with sadness. "I'm sorry, sweetheart." A single tear traced down his cheek as he continued to sing.
I felt my will draining away, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Struggle as I might mentally, my body wouldn't obey. Stupid. I had been so stupid. How could I have ever believed Angel wanted me?
"Sleep," he whispered, his graceful hand coming up to stroke my cheek. The melody he sang wove into my brain, into my very soul. Everything was a jumble, and only one thought made it through to the surface before I blacked out.
Why was the beautiful angel crying?