Free The Blood of Angels: Divine Vampires by Selena Kitt

his head, a strange smile on his face.
    “Then how did The Maker know I wanted to be here?” I ask. “I never said anything about you… about….”
    “Maybe they can read your mind, like I can.”
    The thought stops me cold. All fairies communicate telepathically, and the constant presence of The Maker is— was —always in my head. But I can’t read minds, I couldn’t even when I wasn’t human, not the way Zeph can. As a fairy, I can only know what someone wants to me know. But can The Maker hear my thoughts, the way I hear The Maker’s instructions? Has The Maker been listening all along, to my secret desires, my innermost thoughts?
    “I… do you think so?” I cock my head at him, wondering if he’s reading my mind right now. The way he looks at me tells me that he is.
    “What do you think, Sam?”
    But he knows. He knows what I’m thinking. He knows everything about me.
    “Who are you?” I whisper, not sure I really want to know anymore.
    “We've got one night,” he reminds me softly, brushing soft, yellow hair out of my eyes, tucking it behind my ear. “Do you really want to waste it talking?”
    But I don’t have to say anything, because he already knows the answer.
     
     

Chapter Nine
    I don’t understand why humans get out of bed. Ever. Zeph tells me it’s to eat, and rehydrate, but as much as I love food, I love sex more. So much more.
    “You’re so beautiful,” Zeph whispers as he unbuttons each button on the white shirt I’m wearing. I look down at it in wonder. This body is mine—I feel everything he’s doing, the way his hand cups my crotch, as if he could contain the heat radiating there, his tongue tracing my lower lip, his other hand kneading the soft flesh of my breast—but so unfamiliar to me.
    “Am I?” I look up at him in the dim lamp light as he stands at the edge of the bed to undress, running my hands over my own body. My curves rise and fall, my fingers sending shivers through me as they pass over my hard nipples, dip briefly into my navel, then get lost in the soft, wet fur between my legs.
    “Beyond.” His eyes say everything, the way they darken as they watch me touch myself. I remember the way Maya did it, how she rubbed in circles, and I do that, too, moaning softly at the sensation. Everything there feels swollen, hot.
    “You’re beautiful too,” I tell him, admiring the way his broad shoulders taper down to his waist. He has hair on his chest, dark and curly. There’s a long, thick line of it that starts at his navel and trails down to a triangle just above his cock. He’s hard, standing at attention, and just the memory of him inside me sends waves of pleasure through my body. I reach for him but he shakes his head, taking a step back, his gaze still between my thighs.
    “Not yet.” He pushes my eager hands away, taking his cock in his fist and squeezing. “Keep touching yourself.”
    “Like this?” I rub that sensitive little bit of flesh—it feels so much better than it ever looked!—a heat spreading slowly through my belly.
    “Mmm hmm, just like that.” He nods, never taking his eyes off me. But his hand moves on his cock, up and down.
    “I like watching you, too.” I lick my lips, fascinated by the motion of his fist, by the glistening bit of pre-cum at the tip. “But I like feeling you more.”
    “Hungry little thing.” Zeph chuckles. “What part do you like best?”
    “Every part,” I whisper, rubbing faster. “All the parts. All your parts.”
    “I like yours better.” He smiles and kneels next to the bed.
    And then. Then. Something I didn’t think possible. A new sensation, familiar but so much more intense. Zeph nudges my fingers out of the way with his nose, his mouth covering my mound, so hot and wet. I moan and reach for him, my hands finding his hair. Then his tongue makes those same, delicious circles my fingers had been tracing. Around and around, so good it’s almost painful.
    “Oh! Zeph!” My hips rise to meet him