“First time?”
“Um, yes?” I don’t mean to answer his every question with one of my own, but I’m confused about why he’s talking to me. My resting bitch face must need some work.
“Are you here to see The Big Man, too? Rumor has it he enjoys his threesomes, although I didn’t realize I’d be sharing. That’ll be a hell of a holy trinity, huh?” He eyeballs me appreciatively. “Though I can’t say I mind. A demon… who knew God would be soexoticwith his choice of lovers.”
A moment of stunned silence stretches before I finally stammer, “Oh, uh… no,” and I don’t miss how his smile falls. “My boyfriend is in there with him right now. I’m afraid you get to worship his altar all by yourself today.”
“Is your boyfriend an Angel or…” He trails off as he focuses on something beyond me, his eyes growing wide. “Fuck, it’s Micah. He’s the absoluteworst. Avoid eye contact and pretend like you don’t see him, and maybe he will just walk past.”
Micah’s face is hard when I glance up, no doubt from hearing the redheaded Angel’s words. His expression softens when he meets my eyes, but I spot the mischief dancing in his gaze. A rush of air hits me as he snaps his wings out wide,stopping directly in front of me. Pure white feathers take up my entire field of vision.
“Are you showing off, angel?” The man beside me stiffens with a hiss, attempting to disappear into his seat. A quiet chuckle shakes my shoulders as I reach up and fist the waist of Micah’s pants, tugging him closer as I stand. “Or are you trying to intimidate me?”
He flashes me a radiant smile as he leans to capture my lips, and I accept his kiss greedily. It took Micah a long time to be comfortable showing affection publicly, so his displays feel incredibly intimate when they happen. I never deny his need for touch, no matter where we are or what we’re doing. He grabs my bottom lip with his teeth as he pulls back, and I chuckle again.
“Watch yourself, pretty boy.”
“Holy shit, that was hot.” I glance down to find the redhead staring at Micah with a whole different type of interest. “Are you sure you guys aren’t interested in joining us? That would be a night to remember.”
“He’s mine,” I snap, baring my teeth as the Angel gulps, nodding as he drops his gaze submissively to the floor. “And if I so much as catch wind of you whimpering his name when you jerk off in the shower, I will hunt you down.”
“Xal,” Micah scolds, and I turn to raise my brow at him as I hook his collar and tug him closer.
“Do you have something to say about that? Are you asking me to be civil to the guy who wants what belongs to me? I’m not so sure I can manage that.”
“Of course not,” he says with a sweet kiss. “You make the rules.”
“That’s my good boy,” I murmur with a light tap to his cheek, and his pupils dilate, swallowing most of the purple in his irises.
The Angel continues to stare, making a desperate little whine in the back of his throat as he squirms in his chair. “Jesus Christ, I’m not going to need any foreplay after this. And you’re positive you won’t reconsider—”
“No!” we shout in unison.
“I heard that!” An unearthly deep voice booms from behind the gilded door, and everyone in the lobby freezes. “How many times do we have to have this discussion about using my son’s name in vain?”
“Let’s get out of here,” I whisper, and Micah nods as we run towards the exit, shoving each other out of the way and laughing like a bunch of idiots. We push through the door and collapse out into the hallway together, and his fingers lace through mine as he continues to chuckle. Everyone in the corridor stares, wide-eyed shock covering their faces, but we ignore them as we walk past.
Outside, the sun warms my skin as Micah leads me down an isolated path. “So?” I ask when it’s clear he’s not planning on speaking up without being prompted.
“Hmm? So, what?”
“Don’t play coy. What did he say?”
“His exact words?”
“Micah,” I growl, and he laughs again. It’s lighthearted and carefree, traits that were nearly nonexistent in him when we met. The light breeze blows through his hair, and I take a few seconds to admire the gorgeous planes of his face.
His lips pull back in an almost imperceptible smirk, pitting that dimple on his cheek that drives me wild. “Going sappy on me, are you?”
“Never.”
His smile spreads as he laughs, and I can’t help it as I chuckle along with him. “Don’t worry, darling, I won’t tell.” He’s quiet again for a moment as he leads me to the side of thepath, leaning on the railing and staring off into the cloud-dusted sky. “He said, and I quote, ‘It’s about time you took a vacation, Micah. Perhaps a few weeks of getting your dick sucked will help morale around here.’”
“He’s such an ass,” I mutter with a laugh.
“He really is.” Still grinning, he twists me to face him, and he leans down to press a kiss onto my lips. “So, what are we going to do with all this free time?”
“I’ve already got a bag packed.”
