Gaze roaming my face, he pulls back. “Look at you,” he murmurs. “Eyes fucking feral, drops of cum in your beard, and your leaking, slick cock hanging out of those slutty sweatpants. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Why was that so good?” I ask, panting and half delirious.
He drags a finger through my beard and offers it to me, my dick giving a pitiful rebound flex as I suck the white drop from his fingertip. “Someone’s cum hungry, aren’t they?”My cheeks suddenly flush, eyes darting away, but he steers my face back to his, using my own words to comfort me. “There is nothing to be embarrassed about, Beau. Embrace it, baby. You’re safe with me.”
“Because you can protect me with that bow now?” My gut rolls with the vulnerability, but Az realizes how much this affected me. The lightness in my tone is a shield, the joking another way to hide from the rawness I’m feeling, but he sees past it.
“No,” he says, pressing a sweet kiss to my lips. “You don’t need me to protect that part of you.” His hand slips over my chest, where my pulse thumps under my ribs. “Your heart is what’s safe with me, Beau. I’ll never hurt it. Never on purpose.”
“You’re an angel,” I whisper, and something strange and unreadable flickers in his eyes before he blinks and washes it away.
“Come on,” he says, cheeks flushing as he tucks us both back into our pants. “I believe I was promised dinner.”
Chapter 9
Azrael
Lost in Beau’s company, the buzzing of summons is a distant, irritating hum that I easily drown out. Most of them go ignored without a second thought. It isn’t something I’m particularly proud of, but it’s the truth.
When the matches are extra compelling, I find a way to excuse myself and fulfill my responsibility, but responding to each of them would mean disappearing every fifteen minutes.
Beau probably already thinks I have IBS with the number of urgent trips I take to the bathroom. Honestly, the real miracle here is that he’s not terrified of my ass.
Summer break is approaching, so Beau’s work schedule has been busier than usual. We’ve only seen each other a few times for a quick meal. A hurried make-out session, if we have the time and privacy.
And one rushed hand job on his couch, where I fed him every drop of our cum while he moaned and sucked my fingers dry.
Dirty Beau is the best.
My confidence with my archery is improving daily, and when he is at work, so am I. While he’s in the classroom, I’m practicing my shooting in the Cherub realm, reviewing statistics and checking on matches, and, of course, answering summons.
The last few nights have been amazing. The process has become what it should’ve been this whole time—arrive, spot my targets, inspect their souls for compatibility, and shoot. Deliciously boring, with no more gymnastics skills needed. What used to be a frantic, clumsy nightmare has turned almost therapeutic, and it’s thanks to him.
Friday has finally come, which means the weekend. Two solid days of no work for Beau.
I knock on Micah’s office door, and he grumbles for me to enter. “Azrael,” he says as a greeting, nodding his head at me. “Half your time as The Cupid has passed, and I’ve been reviewing the numbers.”
Silently, he scrutinizes the papers on the desk, the only sound the rustle of turning pages. “And?” I finally prod when the quiet becomes uncomfortable, and he glances up with those icy lilac eyes.
“The first few days were rough… atrocious, even, but lately…” He trails off and leans back in his seat, rubbing his chin as he inspects me. “Your output has been comparable to Seraphiel’s, although I will begrudgingly admit you have a knack for pairings. These soul compatibilities are impeccable.”
“Thank you, sir.” I can’t hide that I’m taken aback at the praise. “In case you notice any dips in my productivity this weekend, I plan on taking it easy and won’t be responding to as many summons.”
He brushes me off with a wave of his hand, then further surprises me. “We have to get out of this mindset of working ourselves to death. Otherwise, we’ll end up with another World War situation, and I’d rather avoid that.”
“I, uh, think we all would, sir.” He gives me a clipped nod and returns to his work, signaling our conversation is finished.
That’s perfectly fine with me.
I have better things to do.
Beau answers the door before my knuckles even graze the wood, a wide smile splitting his face as he flings it open. “There’s my man,” he whispers, wrapping his arms around me and dipping me backward for a long, tender kiss.
“Well, hello handsome.” His sweet smile is breathtaking, and he kisses me once more before he lifts me to my feet. “What smells so amazing?”
“Grill’s fired up in the back, c’mon.” Random clutter is strewn throughout the house, and I can’t help but grin at it as he leads me through. His lack of housekeeping is endearing, even to a neat freak like me.
Another sign I’ve got it bad.
