She frowned at that. “You mean fuck me until morning.”

He grinned as he kneeled between her legs. “With my mouth, yes.”

She tried to close her thighs, but his hands stopped her. “Sethios,” she growled.

“Yes, Caro?”

“I don’t want your mouth. I want you.” She emphasized by squeezing him with her legs.

His eyes glittered deviously. “What part of me?”

“You’re going to make me say it?”

“Absolutely, I am.”

She gritted her teeth. First it was fuck. Now he wanted another word she never had cause to use. But if it worked, it would so be worth the reward. “I want your cock, Sethios.”

He grinned. “Where?”

“In me.”

He cocked a brow. “Specifically, Caro. Because I count three ways to fuck you with my cock, and if I have it my way, I’ll be exploring each option. Thoroughly.”

Vulgar man. “I want your cock in my…” She swallowed, unable to say the crass term he wanted. “Center.”

He chuckled and shook his head slowly. “Oh, angel. So close.”

“Sethios.” It came out as a growl. “You know what I want. Stop torturing me and pleasure me with your cock, or I swear, I will mist you to the middle of the Atlantic Ocean and drop you for a nice, long swim.” Then she would use her wings to fly above the water while he fought the waves.

“I’d enjoy doing that right about now as well,” said a flat male voice from the doorway, startling them both. “Or, better yet, I’ll drop him in the middle of an active volcano.”

14

Fuck. Fate.

“Gabriel,” Caro breathed, her face turning a pretty shade of pink.

Embarrassment. Interesting. It seemed the Seraphim had begun embracing her emotions. Too bad Sethios couldn’t explore it further. Maybe later. After her son left.

“Knocking isn’t a formality where you’re from?” Sethios asked casually as he moved over Caro, pulling a blanket along the way to cover her very naked body.

“No,” came the flat reply from the doorway.

“How are you here?” Caro asked, her expression mellowing into stoicism as she held the comforter against her bare breasts.

“Sethios provided me with this address last week as an alternative location.” Gabriel flipped on the lights and leaned against the doorjamb. “As Osiris and two of his minions were occupying the Paris condo when I arrived, I assumed that meant you both had left.”

“Did he see you?” Sethios wondered. It didn’t really matter since Gabriel couldn’t easily be followed, just like his mother, but it would be good to keep the Seraphim anonymous so he could continue meeting with Ezekiel.

“No. I suspected something wasn’t right before I appeared, likely a result of the bloodline.” Gabriel eyed his mother. “You were distressed.”

“Because Osiris found us,” she replied.

The Seraphim’s gaze narrowed slightly. “Of course.” His tone held a touch of disbelief, but he didn’t press it. “In any case, I misted a block away and wandered into the building in human form. He didn’t notice me.”