Page 250 of Venom Sweeter than Honey
“And we made a bargain.”
I blink. “Pray tell.”
Azrael’s grin widens. “Is my little seraphim jealous?”
“Fuck off.”
Azrael suddenly lifts one of my feet out of the water and bends forward, snarling as he pretends to bite it. His teeth and fangs graze too lightly over the sensitive, too-ticklish flesh. Peals of laughter erupt from my chest as I thrash, trying to squirm away, heedless of the water splashing over the tub.
His laughter joins mine, thwarting his ability to snarl like a beast.
Our eyes meet. Tension throbs between us.
Our laughter wanes.
He presses a lingering kiss to the inside of my foot all while still holding my gaze and I swear the amber of his eyes blazes brighter.
My heart flutters and my stomach swoops.
It is him, isn’t it?
Only he and Levi have ever made me feel these things.
Still, I won’t have my questions thwarted.
I press my foot against his chest, forcing him backward.
He grabs it as if to keep it there.
“So? Tell me what this bargain was about. Can she help you fix Ourinessa?”
Azrael sighs, expression thoughtful. “No, there’s only one person who can fix Ourinessa..."
I’m holding my breath waiting for confirmation of the answer I already intuitively know.
“I severed oursoulbondin exchange for her blood and a corporeal form.”
My jaw drops, all thoughts of Ourinessa evaporating.
That was the pain Azrael felt in his chest.
“Don’t worry, I drank it from a chalice. That female couldn’t pay me to press my lips to her skin.”
The fire licking my veins sputters.
“... Do you ever miss her?”
Azrael arches a brow. “Look, we aren’t hostile towards one another anymore, but missing her would be like missing a snake for its venom.”
I study him for several long, scouring seconds.
“I’m not without my own venom.”
My own imperfections. My past. My failures. My weaknesses. My temper. My impulsivity. My pettiness.
Another feline grin curls his lips as his gaze grows devouring and he leans forward to drag me towards him. The action drags the tender tips of my breasts against the thickly muscled plains of his chest, dusted lightly in dark hair.
My heart thumps erratically. My arousal returns.
