Three (Angels of Wrath, #3)

by Paulina Ian-Kane

He looks like dessert. A dark chocolate soufflé with a molten hot lava core. I can imagine all the smooth, inky skin over those powerful biceps and hard pecs, under the gray Henley he’s wearing. No jacket, like he radiates enough warmth as it is. A bear. He’s a dark grizzly bear, slightly soft around his lower torso with a very, very promising bulge in the front of his jeans.

“Who the fuck are you talking to?” the blond guy on the right spits out. “To the voice in my head. It would be rude not to answer back, don’t you think?”

It’s the touching part I dislike. I hate that my eyes can see the touch is happening, but I can’t fucking feel anything.

“The trust of the innocent is the liar’s most useful tool,” Sari reads from Hunter’s home page. “I bet I can tell you the exact size of his tool…humongous.” Lori licks his lips,

“The twink’s name is Art, and he can’t do that because he doesn’t want to die in a grizzly bear attack,” Art replies hesitantly.

“Well, I have three tortoises and a mountain of food waiting for me to taste, so…” I chance a glance his way. “Tortoises? Not an iguana person?” My nose scrunches up. “Iguana?” “Odd, rare, high maintenance,” he easily lists. “Are you describing me or the iguana?”

It’s official, I’m a muscular bottom, who adores having his man pussy used by his grizzly. And the mushy feelings grow deeper.

I’m starting to understand that if Ramiel is involved, my answer tends to be yes.

He whistles as he takes in a panoramic view of the place and tells me, “Congrats, mate!” “On?” I walk to his car. “Let me put it this way: you came, you fucked, you conquered.”

I rub my face against his skin like I want to scent-mark it. Him. Fuck the consequences.

“You don’t need an invite to come here. Ever.” I stare straight into his luminous eyes. So pretty. When I grab his hand, his pinky starts stroking my palm the way it always does. “You’re special, Ramiel Masters.”

“You’ve never been hotter, Grizzly,” he moans. “Talk P.I. to me.” I leave my chair and stamp a kiss on his forehead. “You’re ridiculous, Red.” “And extra special, don’t forget the special part!”

He’s so fucking mine. Mine. My feisty Ramiel.

“I see a group of men trying to balance an unfair world.” I look down at my roughed-up hands. They have a lot of blood on them. “Sometimes, you need to dirty yourself up to wash away the filth surrounding you.”

“Kids! Uriel, Sariel, Raphael, Gabriel, Michael, it’s time,” Meg calls them. Kids? “Those are the Angels of Wrath’s names, from the New Testament,” I observe. Linda nods. “The Book of Revelation. It fits, don’t you think?” It actually does.

“I have reconsidered my stance on fate.” “Yeah?” His brows slightly bunch up. “Some things are meant to be. You are for me, Red.”

“You left Lori with the wicked trio again?” My voice is filled with incredulity. He knows that Gremlin plus wicked trio means chaos. “That was yesterday. He came to help at the pet shelter. I didn’t know he’d spent the night.” “It’s like putting Dracula in charge of a blood bank.”

“Your furious papa bear voice is very close to your sex one. Is it really wrong of me to feel turned on right now?”

I feel everything, all of him. On me. Around me. In my heart and my very soul.