Free Once You Go Demon (Pure Souls) by Killian McRae

Ramiel hadn’t really understood at first Big Boss’s insistence to craft the human form to be able to achieve such ecstasy while flesh. But, damn, if he wasn’t ready to admit he’d been short-sighted on that one. As he began a feverish wax and wane of his hips, pushing into the nephilim with an equal drive to conquer and to be conquered, he understood this shit like a Rhodes Scholar.
    “Never gets old, does it?” she teased as she nipped at his ear. “You like it, angel?”
    Was she kidding? “With you, I love it. Every.” His hands slapped her ass. “Fucking.” And pulled her hard against him, driving deeper. “Time.” And went ballistic.
    She came hard, hot, and wet as rain against him, giving him leave to unleash the gates he was so adept at controlling until she had reached her zenith. He let the wave of this tangible pleasure wash over him as he spilled into her. For a few moments, they stayed interlocked, breath racing, sweat glistening. The world outside the Grotto moved on, but they had this moment to ignore it.
    Ecstasy looked so fantastic on Persephone: the way strands of her hair stuck to the sides of her face, how her chest speckled with patches of red, the way her lips swelled in response to his kisses. He leaned his cheek against hers, breathing deeply her scent, feeling how it tickled his senses. 
    He couldn’t really blame Hades for being obsessed with her. Succumbing to Persephone’s charms proved all too easy for any man with human eyes, and a good number of the women, too. Though that fervent possessive side of him waned whenever he felt a need to spread his seed in new fields, unfortunately Hades refused to release her from her commitment. God, how Ramiel wanted her to find a way to be rid of the ass. If only the bastard would finally tire of this worldly existence and give him a request for death, Ramiel would be all too happy to end that asshat’s tenancy on planet Earth.
    Persephone placed her hand on the side of his face and worked a thumb over his cheekbone. “Every time, I swear it gets better. Why did we wait so long to do this? We could have been fucking for thousands of years instead of just these last few weeks.”
    “We have forever,” he reminded her. “Unless the Pure Souls really screw things up and allow Hell to unleash on Earth, we can keep going at it.”
    “Or half of the year, anyways.” He felt a laugh rumble in her chest. “What a wonderful thought.”
    He leaned in to kiss her as he slid out from her slowly, already missing her warmth. She reached back on her desk for the wooden case and fished out a hand-rolled. Smoke soon wafted through the room, bringing with it the pungent aromas of ash and sweet tobacco.
    “It doesn’t bother you that our relationship is forbidden?” she asked as she slid off the desk, mending the rip in her skirt with tendrils of magic. “Remember? The whole ‘nephilim may take as mates those humans who please them and who give leave to be joined, but they may not with angels company keep?’ I don’t know who negotiated that clause in the HHA, but I think he was short-sighted. Or jaded.”
    “Gabriel, and the latter,” he assured her as he pulled a cigarette when she offered the opened box his way. He lit it with a lighter that looked more like a perfume bottle than a zippo. “He had a thing for Isis, but she was hot for a run-of-the-mill angel way down the pecking order. Guy decided that if he couldn’t have her, no one from Heaven would. Then again, Gabe stuck quite a few things in the Hell-Heaven Accords I didn’t approve of.”
    “I guess he didn’t consider her getting with another nephilim,” Persephone interjected. “I heard that she and Thor had a fling.”
    Ramiel nodded. “He was sure Isis would have chosen going to Heaven rather than having her soul obliterated when she died. She asked for death not long after the rapture, from what I heard. Guess he got gypped on that one.”
    “Well, we all chose what we