Please not right now.
I’m aroused and trembling, making a sticky mess inside my underwear as I ogle him. His fully naked body, erect cock heavy between his thighs, and wings that span impossibly wide. He has a golden glow about him that I can’t seem to look away from, yet his wings are ashen, not white. His body is carved from stone. Biceps bulging, chest defined, and pecs thick. I can’t help but focus on his small, pink nipples. I feel the heat rush to my face as my eyes trail down his torso, focusing on his six-pack and defined Adonis belt. He’s what wet dreams are made of—mywet dreams. Which means I need to get out of here right now.
But how?
I can’t just open this circle and walk away. It won’t be that easy. I know it. Azriel knows it. And the way he’s staring at me? It tells me everything I need to know. He’s not going to let me. I’m stuck here until he lets me go.
“You can leave,” I say after what feels like forever. Raising my chin, I defy him with my eyes. He understands what I’m trying to do, but his smirk turns into a full-blown grin, and I realize now that I never had a chance. He’s stunning. The most beautiful being I’ve ever encountered, with his bright white smile andgorgeous face framed by thick curly brown hair. He looks like a Greek god.
“I don’t really think you want that.” He shrugs, reaching out once more, but the circle protects me. His hand trails down though, and it feels like he’s physically touching me once more.
I gasp.
“You don’t know what I want.”
“That’s why I’m here.” He nods, licking his lips. My eyes linger on the movement, and he looks at me knowingly. “To find out.”
“I—” I shake my head. “I didn’t really know what I was doing. I want you to leave.”
“That’s not how a summoning works, Little Lamb,” Azriel whispers roughly. “But I think you know that.”
“I know nothing,” I say, voice shaking. “I knew nothing.”
My cock has a heartbeat of its own at this point, and it’s pressing painfully against the fly of my pants. The button is keeping me contained, yet I feel like he can see right through me.
And maybe he can.
Maybe this is how I’m banished to hell.
After all, I already damned myself a long time ago.
Elijah is absolutely stunning with his ocean blue eyes and dark hair that slightly hangs over his face. He pushes it back nervously, but it bounces to the exact same spot he just moved it from. His eyes ping back and forth between mine, and I can tell he’s about to lose it. Surprisingly, he keeps calm and looks at me once more. I feel his gaze on my body like a lover’s caress. Slow and deliberate. Sensual. My cock is hard from seeing the longing in his eyes, and I can’t deny I like how he’s looking at me. It’s been a while since a mortal looked at me this way, unabashedly, and the need to claim him for myself is strong. That’s why he called me, isn’t it? So I could take him. Mind, body, and soul. He wants anything I have to offer, even if he denies it until his dying breath.
He reminds me of my past lover, Isaac. The long-lost love of my life. But he’s dead—has been for centuries—and I try not to think about him anymore. So why is this stranger dredging up memories of him? Why am I so intrigued by that fact too? It’s not about looks. Isaac was blond with green eyes, and they look nothing alike. I think it’s more the attitude. They seem to besimilar in personality. At least Elijah’s stubborn nature makes me think they are.
I watch as his bare chest heaves, the lines of his torso exposed to me along with his neck. His skin is tan, which makes his muscles look even more defined. He’s fit, but it’s more subtle curves and dips. As if he’s carved of clay, malleable in my hands for a short time. But the showstopper? That’s his face. Almond-shaped blue eyes and a delicate nose, full lips, and a cleft in his chin. High cheekbones. A sharp jawline. Dimples that are only creasing his cheeks right now because of his facial expression, though he’s definitely not smiling.
He’s perfect.
I want him.
I’m itching to touch him, to get in that circle and get a taste of him. His fear. His desire.Him. “Open the circle, Elijah,” I breathe, and he shakes his head. “Let me in.”
“H-how do you know my name?”
I cock my head to the side and smirk. “I know everything about you, Beloved.” He flinches when I call him that, and I touch the ash with my toe. Elijah stiffens, and I know he can feel the touch on his body. “Now open the circle.”
“And if I don’t?”
“I don’t take you to be defiant. So you’ll do as I say,” I reply, hands fisting at my sides with how much effort it’s taking for me not to reach out again. “You’ll obey me.”
Elijah nods.
“Come to me,” I demand.
Elijah’s abdominal muscles ripple as he walks slowly toward me, his pecs tightening and revealing a tan nipple when his open shirt shifts as he moves. I swallow hard, Adam’s apple bobbing as I stare openly. My eyes trail down his body once more, doing a slow perusal, and this time I focus on the bulge in his pants. He’s hard for me. I can see it plain as day, and he’s well-endowed. Iwouldn’t mind shoving his big cock down my throat if I’m being honest.
He stops at the edge of the circle and stares at me. I can feel his eyes on my face, even as I gape at his crotch a bit longer. My eyes slide back up to his, and he holds my gaze for at least a full minute, which in turn only makes me hotter. Needier. It feels like it’s a million degrees in this chapel, even though there’s no roof and the breeze is filtering through. But my brain doesn’t seem to grasp that as a bead of sweat runs down my spine between my wings. My cock is throbbing now, and he drops his eyes to my erection and sucks in a sharp breath.
