Chapter 39

Blakely

His fingers barely skimmed the top of my thigh when a voice that could only be described as pure unadulterated sin, rippled across the showroom floor.

“Azrael, my old friend!”

Magic lived within every syllable, tickling my flesh as it delved between my legs. I forced myself not to stiffen, but instead relaxed even further on Azrael’s lap.

“Brace yourself,” He whispered in my ear.

A flash of white crossed my vision as a muscular form settled onto the sofa opposite to us. Every thought in my head turned to pure static at the sight of Elias, God of Sex.

It wasn’t his perfectly bronzed skin, nor his golden hair that caught my eye, but the feathered wings attached to his back. They were so large they took up the remaining space on the sofa, and so white in color that my eyes stung the longer I gawked at them.

There was a collective sigh from several men and women in the room as he stretched his arms over his head.

Unsurprisingly, he wasn’t wearing a shirt, only a pair of pan