Halo (Fallen Angel, #1)(67)

As the song drew to an end, I turned back in time to see Chris and Jonny tossing back shots and Dex switching out his guitars, and I knew they had to be coming to the end of their gig.

Halo looked over his shoulder at me, his face flushed from singing and jumping up and down like the rest of the fans. The thrill of the night was evident in his eyes as a bead of sweat trailed down his temple.

“This has been fucking awesome,” he said, his exuberance contagious as he ran a hand through his hair, and when the leather straps on his wrist came into view, my eyes fastened on them, and I had a sudden urge to see him sprawled out naked on my bed with his hands tied—bound to me.

This young, fresh-faced angel had me more turned on than I could ever remember being, and all because he’d smiled at me—but what a smile it was. It was obvious that tonight had done the trick. All the anxiety from earlier was gone, and as I took a step closer to him, I said, “Heard enough?”

Whatever Halo saw in my expression had him slicking his tongue over those perfect lips as he nodded, and without another thought, I grabbed his wrist and led him down the dark corridor.

As I made a left, marching toward the exit door, I towed him along behind me. He didn’t put up a fight, not even a token one, as I shoved through the door and led him down the cement stairwell inside.

The sound of stomping feet could be heard from the arena floor above, and when we reached the bottom of the stairs where the rabbit warren began, I tightened my grip on his wrist and made a sharp right, pulling him out of the dimly lit walkway and into a shadow-filled alcove, where I backed him up against the wall and placed my hands on either side of him.

“What is this place?” Halo’s breathing was more rapid, his eyes a little wild, then he rocked his hips into mine.

“Somewhere private,” I said, just as The Nothing let loose on their latest single. It blasted through the arena like a cannonball, and Halo grabbed at my hips.

“Somewhere I could…use you, maybe?”

“Is that what you want?” I said, wanting to make sure I was reading him right, because I was about two seconds away from devouring him.

Halo leaned forward and nipped at my lower lip. “Mhmm. Are you ready to sacrifice yourself?”

I chuckled against the angel’s taunting mouth. “Well, as long as it’s for the good of man and all.”

“It’ll be good for one man, that’s for sure.” Halo’s fingers tightened on my ass. “So what’ll it be? Your hand, your mouth, or…?”

“Careful, Angel. Your deviant side is showing.”

“Yeah? Well, maybe I’m sick of being good. Maybe I want to be…bad tonight.”

Hell if I didn’t want that too, but… “You don’t know the first thing about being bad.”

“Well, if anyone could teach me, it would be you. Right, Mr. Cynical?”

I removed my hands from the wall and reached for the ones he had on my ass, then I licked the sweat from his temple and said by his ear, “I thought you’d never ask.”

Taking a step back, I pulled Halo away from the wall and spun him around so I could muscle him forward, until his front was flush with the concrete.

As I ground my stiff cock up against the crack of his ass, I took Halo’s hands and planted them above his head. “Keep ’em there. I wanna look at you.”

Halo made a sound like a purr, as I smoothed my hands down the length of his arms and burrowed my nose in the back of his hair. He smelled amazing, like shampoo, soap, and sweat, and when my hands skimmed over his ribs to his hips, Halo bucked back into me.

I slid a hand around to cup the erection threatening the zipper there, then I jammed my hips forward, shoving into him the way I wanted to when we finally got rid of this denim. “You like that you can make me hard. Don’t you, Angel?”

“Yes,” Halo said. “I really fucking do.”

“Hmm.” My fingers curled around him and squeezed. “Good. ’Cause I gotta say, it drives me crazy the way your body responds to me. It doesn’t even know what it wants yet, but it’s beggin’ for it.”

Halo pressed his forehead to the cool concrete and groaned, as I drew my fingers up his zipper to the button of his jeans and flicked it open.

“Jesus.” He turned his head as I got the zipper down, and when I pushed my hand inside to find his dick, my name left his lips.

“Remind me,” I said against the thin material of his shirt. “That dream you had on the plane, where I took you into the restroom and fucked you—”

“Oh God.” Halo slammed his eyes shut, his erection jerking in my hand.

“You said I bit you.” When Halo didn’t respond but his jaw bunched, I growled. “Angel?”

“Yes. I—” Halo’s words cut off on a sharp inhale, as I ran my thumb over the plump, wet head of his cock. “Fucking hell, Viper.”

I chuckled, but the sound was strained even to my own ears. I was wound up tight, ready to finally get inside the angel if he’d let me, and since he was about two tugs away from coming all over my hand, I thought I just might have a shot.

“You said I bit you,” I repeated, and this time Halo nodded as though he’d lost the ability to speak. But when his eyes found mine, I noted how dark they were, how needy. Halo was as on edge as I was—exactly where I wanted him.