Chapter 133: Desire (1)

Gabriel hovered above him, the firelight reflecting in his black eyes, turning them nearly obsidian as shadows danced across his bare skin. He resembled something untouchable, both feral and divine.

"You're thinking about flipping us," Gabriel said, his tone amused, wicked. He slid his hand up Damian's chest again, letting his fingers trail over his collarbone before gently wrapping around his throat. Not squeezing, just resting there with a silent claim. "But not yet. I'm not done watching you squirm."

Damian's lips parted, the breath he took ragged, primal. His arms flexed at his sides, fists clenched where Gabriel had previously pinned them. And yet he obeyed. Still. His pheromones filled the room; unlike the day before, when he was in a rut, they were lighter, easier to breathe, and more pleasurable to indulge in.

"You know I could turn this in a second," Damian growled, but his tone was not threatening. Only desire. Raw, consuming.