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.

Fuck yeah. Love a man who can fight.

“Do your worst and let me look good.” I wink at him and tilt my head toward Bear Man. “Is he looking at me?” I stage whisper, and I can clearly hear a snort from my grizzly this time.

cute

My grizzly has just turned up the heat inside of me to blazing. Can’t stop thinking if he can do the same thing to me…hand around my throat, biceps bulging while he makes me take it, bouncing on his cock.

#bottom

He’s waiting for me in the FUNS room, which stands for Fucked Up Nasty Shitheads room—a name I coined myself. I even ordered a plaque, it should arrive in a couple of days.

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.

“Why are you following me, Ramiel?” he hisses in my face, and poof! my briefs melt along with my inhibitions.

His jaw clenches, and then he slowly leaves his chair and straightens up. My head tips up to keep eye contact while he tilts his down to peer into my face. He must be six-foot-five since he’s almost looming over me and have at least sixty pounds on my two hundred. I feel small, and I fucking love it.

“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.

“What the fuck?” He turns toward the door, and I reflexively place my fingers on his arm. Ramiel flinches back, and I lift my hand up to placate him. This is not automatic reflexes. This is something else. Only a few minutes ago he begged me to touch him, and now he’s acting like my fingers on his skin disgust him.

HE FELT IT

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 is…more. My more.

“Kim, Kourtney, Khloe, breakfast!” I shake the container and see the first wrinkly head peeking out of the greenhouse.

But in time, I grew fond of them with their stubby legs, long stretchy necks, and bumpy bicolor shells. So much that I’m thinking of getting another one and calling it Kylie.

They would fit perfectly with my family. And Hunter, at my side. Mine.

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’re an idiot!” Ramiel suddenly punches me hard in the chest. And then again. “A huge, grizzly asshole!” Another strong punch and another. And I let him. Because I know I deserve his anger. “You don’t get it do you? What I have been doing all this time? Fucking helping you! Trying to protect you, you dick! I couldn’t give a furry crack of a rat’s ass about your sword. My numbness is gone… Gone!” he bites out. “And do you know why? Because I needed to feel you. You! I needed to be complete for you, with you, to share everything. You made me fucking whole again, Hunter. I give everything to you. And you don’t!”

His confession is tearing me apart and making me so damn happy at the same time. “I’m sorry, Red.” I try to cup his cheek, but he slaps my hand away. “You’re sorry?” he mocks me. “Sorry isn’t fucking enough!” He tries to shove me back, but I’m bigger than him. “Sorry isn’t the damn truth.” He tries again. “Sorry isn’t I love you,” he growls in my face, grabbing the collar of my shirt. “I do fucking love you!” I snarl and grab his hair, tilting his head back to take in his beautiful red locks, darker stubble, bright eyes, and kiss-swollen lips. He’s so fucking mine. Mine. My feisty Ramiel. “I’m the one in love here. And I want to hurt you so much right now, so you’ll know a small fraction of the pain you gave me when you fucking lied to me!” Red really knows how to pack a punch. “I didn’t lie to you. And your love is damn reciprocated.” My forehead falls on his. Our breaths mix. His hands slide under my shirt, nails digging painfully into my skin.

“Omission is a form of lying.” Michael’s soft voice reminds me we are not alone.

not now babe…

“Stay out of it, Red! You owe me. Remember our deal. This is it, what I want. Stay the fuck out of it.”

damn you just keep fucking up..

His beautiful bright gold eyes are studying me intently. I can see the whole world in them. Our world. And I know I want to share everything with him. The good. The bad. The ugly. And the bloody.

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

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

“I’ll never be done with you, Ramiel Masters, Angel of Wrath.”