Page 157 of Venom Sweeter than Honey
I need proof that I am not, for once, giving myself to the wrong person.
“I believe there is merit in doing so.”
VIOLETTE
The moment Levi opens the passenger door of his truck for me, a familiar scent hits me. “It smells like blood in here.”Willingmy wings, horns, and tail away, I climb in the front middle seat of Levi’s truck. Azrael sticks his head in on the passenger’s side, nostrils flaring. “Oh, hm. Venison, yes.”
Levi tosses his duffel bag onto the backseat beside Azrael’s shadowy, incorporeal form. “And?”
He punctuates the question by slamming the rear passenger door shut. He and Azrael slide into the front seats on either side of me. Their rock-hard, muscled thighs press my own together as their masculine scents instantly fill the cabin of the truck and pervade my nostrils.
It takes conscious effort to not allow my eyes to roll into the back of my head. This restraint does not extend to my nethers or my mind, apparently. My core clenches and my imagination takes flight once more.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Hellish fuck.
Why is my throat dry again?
“And nothing. Let’s fucking go.”
Levi twists in his seat to look down at me, narrowing his eyes at me.
“You alright there, princess?”
Not even remotely.
“Yep.”
Azrael angles his enormous body to look down at me before glancing at Levi.
“Would you prefer I sit in the back? I am prone to motion sickness, so I can’t promise?—”
“Nope. You’re fine.”
How did I ever think this was a good idea?
Levi returns his attention to his truck, engine humming to life.
“Speak now or forever hold your peace.”
I remain dutifully silent.
The electric whir of Azrael’s passenger window slowly opening is a violent assault upon our silence.
Akash, help me.
Despite my anxieties,it doesn’t take long before the gentle purr of Levi’s truck engine lulls me to sleep. A change in velocity gently stirs me from sleep. Levi’s arm is draped around me, half perched on the seat behind me. My head has lolled onto his chest. He’s leaned back in his seat with one hand on the wheel.
Azrael is also sound asleep beside me. Arms folded against his broad chest, head and shoulder resting on the door. There’sa subtle tension in his brow and a slight frown tilting his lips. As if he’s in the middle of a rather disappointing dream. He holds a certain vulnerable air in his sleep state. No masks or charisma... just this faint lingering sadness that’s palpable, even in his slumber.
A large, luminous sign comes into view, depicting a bizarre illustration of some strange buck-toothed creature wearing a red hat.
The smile on its face is comically wide.
