Bride of Lucifer 3: Mate of Destruction (Hell's Angel) by Emily Shore

Author:Emily Shore [Shore, Emily]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Shore Thing Creations
Published: 2023-07-22T23:00:00+00:00

If this is what my father has done for a pre-coming out party, I know I won’t make it without combusting at a grand ball.

I swallow a hard knot, almost throwing myself at Abaddon’s back as soon as he leaves my side. No barrier between myself and all the seraph males my father wishes to throw at me tonight. No barrier between me and the high seraph male next to me. But I force down every instinct because Raguel cannot suspect what he and my brothers have been doing. As it is, my stomach twists because it’s something serious, something to do with the abandoned ones.

Children...like me.

It doesn’t take much for Zachariel to distract me. And the fucker knows it. Supercilious seraph takes advantage of my mate’s absence and goes so far as to skim his knuckles down the curve of my back, careless of how he brushes my wings in the process. I startle from the intimate action.

Zachariel leans in to murmur in my ear, pricking the hairs on the back of my neck, “Steady, Princess. Understand that every male in this room, seraph or no, wishes to bed you,” he warns, and I close my eyes as Raguel welcomes some nobles in the Celestial Hall.

Zachariel’s breath tickles my ear, warm and lascivious, as he continues, “Deep breaths through your mouth, Princess. Shut down your sense of smell. It will aid in slowing your heartbeat. After all, we don’t wish to trigger you too early, and you go into angel heat tonight, do we?” He kindles his pheromones, drifting them toward me with just enough of a dose to have me snapping my spine. And gasping.

Hoping it riles him just as much, I pinch the feathers at his wingtips – hard – and respond, “You’re a goddamn dickhead, Zach.”

He chuckles and rubs his thumb across my chin, a clear gesture of claim, so all the other seraph men in the hall may see. “You will call me all the names you desire when I fuck you on the night of your coming out ball, Princess.”

I twist my lips into a grimace. Even if the burning rage will fuel my pheromones, I’d rather feel the carnal emotion than the icy fear piercing my nerves. I’ve made limited progress with flying. Not for lack of trying. What terrifies me more is the thought of what I could do to thwart Zachariel’s claim to fuck me. Seraphs are bound by blood to uphold their bargains. Only another being more powerful than a seraph could break the blood contract. A being like...

I chew on my lower lip, knowing full well Apollyon would turn the bargain on me, expecting the same price. Whoever is worse when it comes to claiming me, I can’t fathom.

Sammy acts as a worthy buffer, but the presence of so many angels disturbs him. Any time an archangel or seraph male gets closer, the serpent hisses, startling them to back off. Every time, he tucks his head into the groove below my collarbone and quivers.

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