Chapter:-10

Win grimaced, looking away. "You know all about me . . . If you're looking to ransom me—"

"I'm not," he said quickly, stepping forward even as the Angel backed away. "No, you won't be going anywhere for awhile or you won't going to leave this place again ever ."

By this point, Win had backed away until his thighs hit the bed. He was just little smaller  than Adom —, but he was no match and he knew it. He had no Angelic Mark and this was Adom Lucifer.

"And besides, I don't know all about you, but one does hear things . . ." he began softly, leaning in. "Things about a certain Angel . . . Sam James , yes? Your adoptive brother your soulmate —"

The name seemed to snap something inside of Win. "Don't talk about him!"

The Devil wouldn't have have stopped the smug raising of his brows even if he'd wanted to. "I see . . ." he said softly. "Oh I do see."

Adom  felt his magic well up inside him, aching to burst forth and make his dreams into reality. He felt the rush as it began to leak from him, sliding down his fingertips; puffing like smoke from his mouth.

"You love him, don't you?"

Win shook his head frantically but Adom laughed, his arms coming around the other man, pulling him close until his lips brushed the hunter's ear.

"Love me," he whispered. "As you love him."

He felt Win stiffen against him before the Angel body went boneless in his arms—the magic winding its way through his mind and body, twisting him to Adom desires. And then the Devil  felt those strong sweaty arms come around him, holding him close as a mouth and nose nuzzled against his neck. Adom ran his fingers over smooth skin and firm muscle, before pulling the other man in enough to take his lips with his own.

The Devil wasn't entirely certain what he'd expected, perhaps a burning passion or the impatience of youth, but Win was . . . soft. Unsure and gentle as he slowly explored Adom mouth. His fingers tenderly cupped the downworlder's face, fingers stroking the skin at the back of Adom neck.

They finally came up for air. Adom swallowed unconsciously as he took in the small contented smile that played Win face. They leaned in close together, foreheads resting against each other. They stood there for a beat, just holding one another, and Adom  had to shake himself free of the strange longing that was beginning to invade his mind.

"Why don't we take this to the bed," he suggested, hands beginning to tug on Win shirt. The Angel nodded and pulled it off, his own hands unbuttoning Adom jacket, but the Devil  was far too impatient for that. He banished it with a flourish of magic that had Win chuckling softly.

The Angel  hopped up on the bed, scooting back until his back was to the pillows. Adom followed after him, crawling over that long lean body like a predator. They shared a grin before the Devil  leaned over and again kissed his Angel .

"Wait . . ." Win whispered, even as his fingers brushed against Adom  side.

"What? What's wrong?" he asked. The Angel breathing was hitched, but not in want. It was . . . a nervousness that was not altogether unfamiliar to Adom.

"I—I mean I've never . . ."

Adom felt his eyes narrow as his head tilted in suspicion. "Have you ever been with anyone?"

Win looked away. "I . . . I couldn't. It was forbidden. If I . . . If I ever . . . I would have been banished."

Adom  let his fingers run over Win cheek, bringing his face back towards the Devil . Their eyes met and Adom took in the slight glassiness of his eyes and the shuttered breathing. Even in love, this Angel  was still restrained—Angel but in control.

He could have used magic to further force the issue. Adom wanted sex . . . He wanted sex with Win. He wanted to spend hours riding this Angel and drawing out their pleasure until he thought of nothing but Adom.

But he didn't want an animal—not tonight at least.

The Devil leaned in and brushed another kiss—chaste and light and went to get off Win, but the other man hastily wrapped a hand around his wrist, stopping him. Adom looked down at the hand in confusion. No one had ever dared to stop him from doing anything—especially not in so physical a manner—not if they wanted to keep their limbs attached anyway.

"Please . . . I don't want you to leave. Can't we just . . . lay here?"

Adom  looked up from the fingers around his wrist to the beseeching eyes. He should shake the other man off and portal out of the room immediately, but Win  reached out with his other hand. He cupped the Devil  face and Adom felt himself sigh as he leaned back in, laying down beside the Angel. They faced one another and Adom couldn't help himself from allowing a hand to drape over Win  side. The Angel  smiled, moving forward the smallest bit and kissed him again.

"I love your eyes," he said softly.

Adom  blinked for a second, taken aback. Clearly the spell was working a bit too well.

"I saw you on the battlefield. You were wearing that black armor and my friend was screaming, but all I could see were your eyes. They glowed," he said leaning in and brushing a kiss over Adom eyelids.

"Everything felt so cold, but your eyes. I saw your eyes and I knew I wasn't going to die."

"You couldn't have known that. I was the enemy—"

"Not my enemy," he said, his fingers squeezing Adom  neck. "You took me, but you've never hurt me."

The Devil  was tempted to prove the Angel  wrong—to ruin him in ways he'd yet to dream of—but as he gazed on that face, that trusting expression . . . Adom found himself hesitant to destroy the warm tranquility that had settled over them. He could hold back for tonight.