Prince Of Lust (Princes Of Sin: The Seven Deadly Sins series Book 1)

Ezequiel scooped me up in his arms and held me close in the elevator. I was becoming more comfortable with the small moving box, and it was especially cozy when a Watcher’s chest was warm against my cheek. He smelled sweet and woody. Wisps of his bouncy, blond curls fell over his brow and framed his impossibly blue eyes.

He looked down at me, where I had been staring at all of his beautiful features, and I could swear there was a holy light somewhere behind his irises.

“Is the motion of the elevator making you feel sick?” His deep voice vibrated against the side of my face.

“No. I’m fine,” I said, not taking my eyes away from his. “You’re very beautiful.”

The muscles in his cheek tightened and pulled his lips into a dimpled smile. A gooey, warm sensation bubbled up in my core.

“You’re beautiful too.” There was a shift in his tone. Was it a lie?

“Oh.”

“Don’t you think so?” He squinted an eye and cocked his head, his whole face asking me the question.

“I like the way I feel. I didn’t have any input, but I feel lovely.”

When I was made into a solid being instead of a warm, guiding presence, I wasn’t given any options for what my humanoid form would look like. I liked the rich, warm color that made the copper in my eyes stand out. I hadn’t realized how many sizes and heights humans came in, and my frame was shorter than most of the other women I saw in The Deacon, but my hips, belly, and breasts were full and soft.

Sitri and Ezequiel had both looked at my breasts when I’d come down in this dress, but Sitri had seemed to notice my whole body, whereas Ezequiel only looked down for a moment before finding my face again.

“Here we are,” he announced when the elevator door opened up for us. “Let’s get you something to eat.”

He lowered me to my feet outside the hallway door so he could open it, and then he assisted me inside to the couch. The ease in his walk and his movements around the kitchen mesmerized me once again. His muscles stretched his tight shirt when he reached for items in the cabinet and when he assembled the sandwich to bring over to me.

“Here, eat this and then I’ll teach you how to brush your teeth.”

Having to care for a body that I didn’t want or choose made me feel things: anger, annoyance, and a lot of confusion. Demons who chose to reside on Earth also had to learn how to take care of their human forms, even though they would not perish if they didn’t. Grooming, eating, and sleeping were part of the Earth-bound experience. The ailments that affected humans weren’t genetically compatible with divinely made bodies.

Angels would easily suffer from madness, strife, melancholy, and other mental illnesses with prolonged exposure to the human condition. Demons were immune to that. Something about their grace being tarnished and their connection to Heaven being cut so long ago. It was almost as if Earth had been made for them to roam and humans created for their wicked games.

Time would tell if I would be afflicted with the same side effects that angels experienced while I was trapped here with the gorgeous angel and demon who were entrusted with my training.

“Dabria?” Ezequiel’s smooth voice brought me out of my clumsy thoughts.

“I think I like Bria. Just Bria,” I answered, biting into soft bread, then something salty and smooth, followed by a crunch in the middle.

A satisfied warmth filled my chest. The amalgamation of flavors and textures felt like nothing I’d expected but encouraged a craving I had been ignoring. The noise that came from my throat caused Ezequiel to chuckle. More heat rose to my cheeks.

“Bria suits you.” He reached across from where he was seated and pressed his thumb to the lower rim of my mouth. With gentle pressure, he swiped a smudge of spread that had escaped my sandwich, then brought it to his lips to suck off his skin.

Food halted on its way down to my stomach, causing me to cough and sputter.

“Here, that bread can be dry.” He handed me a glass of water, and I drank it down as fast as I could. “Sitri is a little bit of a health nut. Everything has to be organic. Pure.”

The way his lips formed over that last word had that funny squirm in my core activated again.

Pure. Angelic. Like he or Sitri once were.

I supposed I was pure, but not in the same way they were. I didn’t feel pure when he looked at me like that or when I was wishing I were the sandwich instead of a Reaper.

“I think I need to sleep. I feel odd,” I said, putting the plate on the table next to the couch.

“Can I help you get settled? It’s part of my job, after all. To train you while you’re staying with us.”

I swallowed down a knotted emotion that had formed at his kindness, his willingness to care for a stranger.

“Okay.”

He smiled, got to his feet, then offered me his hand to help me up.

He led me down the hall to the shiny and brightly lit bathroom. I’d figured out how to use the toilet, sink, and mirror, but the other areas sprayed loud, freezing water.

Unappealing, to say the least.

“I put your toothbrush here.” He took the brush from a small cup next to the sink then wet the bristles under the flow of water.

From behind me, he looked at the mirror and tipped my chin up to meet his gaze through the reflection. His golden features shone under the lights overhead. If there were two of him, I didn’t think my chest could have handled the pressure.

“Open your lips and bare your teeth,” he instructed, showing me two full rows of dazzling white teeth. “Like this.”

I mimicked the absurd facial expression, and he made circular motions with the brush against my front teeth, still smiling at me through our reflections.

He was intently watching the practiced strokes of his hand, and though I should have been learning how to brush my teeth on my own, I couldn’t look away from his face.

“Spit.”

My eyes bulged.

A mischievous grin played on his perfect lips. “The toothpaste,” he clarified. “Spit it into the sink.”

I looked down into the sink then back at him for one last confirmation. When he nodded, I leaned over and expelled the fluid from my mouth and watched it slowly flow into the drain. Back in the mirror, Ezequiel’s proud expression sent warm tingles to every one of my extremities. The alcohol had melted the feeling in my limbs after the first shot that Sitri had assisted me with. The flash of that moment sent another burst of wiggling to my insides.

Ezequiel’s thumb swiped away a line of bubbly foam from my chin, which did nothing to calm me. The heat he brought from my core was becoming familiar with every brush of his skin, in the way he looked at me, and when his hips pressed into my backside.

“Ready for me to put you to bed?” he whispered into my ear, the flutter of his breath sending a shiver down my spine.

“Yes.” I nodded.

I watched him for one last moment, memorizing everything that I wouldn’t have been permitted to experience in any other circumstance. Suddenly, I was very grateful for whatever crime Sitri and Ezequiel had committed. Feeling Sitri’s mouth and tongue coaxing my bottom lip downstairs and seeing Ezequiel look at me through his lashes now was a Heaven I had never known.

Ezequiel pressed his hand into my hip and directed me to my bedroom. I looked around, unsure of what to do next. Aware of my awkward bewilderment, I wrapped my arms around myself and felt how cool my skin was now that I wasn’t standing so close to him.

“You can’t sleep in that,” Ezequiel said, disappearing into the hall and coming back a few moments later with a large T-shirt.

“Why can’t I wear this in the bed?” I looked down at the first dress I’d picked out for my human body to wear.

“Trust me. You’ll be much more comfortable in this.” He stepped closer and motioned down to the shoes. “Off.”

I did as he insisted, and my feet sank into the furry rug under me.

He was so tall and appealing in the clothes he was wearing. The way his broad shoulders stretched the fabric of his shirt and the way the pants formed around his firm buttocks made me feel hot under my skin.

Everything about him seemed right: the way his body felt against mine and how there seemed to be a light behind his blue eyes when he looked at me.

“Here.” He held out the shirt for me to take.

“Aren’t you going to help me?”

His brows raised at this, and a new sort of smile spread over his face.

Surprise, maybe?

I was still learning human facial expressions, but his affected the way my body behaved. The look he was giving me, for instance, was causing a pounding sensation between my legs and my blood to race.

“I would be honored to assist you, if you don’t mind taking your clothes off in front of me.” He looked me up and down, his tongue flicking out and running over his bottom lip.

“I had that other demon help me get dressed. I don’t really know how to get out of this dress.” I turned around and showed him where I had needed help before.

“Zippers can be tricky.” His voice sounded deeper and closer behind me.

The fabric loosened as his hand pulled down the contraption that held the dress together. I let it fall to the floor and stepped out gingerly, then I laid it on the bed before turning to Ezequiel, who stood staring.

I had been flustered with the other demon’s help, but the luster in Ezequiel’s eyes lit a fire in my chest. “You can put your shirt on me now.”

“I’m enjoying the view without it, but if you insist.”

He held the thin shirt up and pulled it down my body. It felt cool and light compared to the tight dress I’d been wearing earlier. Though he was taller and bulker in frame, his shirt hugged the curves of my hips, which was where his hands lingered.

“Your fingers are so warm,” I said as he caressed along the tops of my thighs, following the hemline of the fabric.

“Do they feel good?” he asked, his voice huskier than I’d heard it before.

“Yes,” I answered without hesitation. “Very good.”

“I’ve wanted to touch you all night, Bria.”

“Why didn’t you?”

His hooded eyes searched my face, and I realized how close he was. “I wasn’t sure you’d want me to.”

The pressure from his grip on my hips set my insides on fire. I’d wanted to touch Ezequiel since I saw him leaning against the doorframe when I first arrived. Selfishly, I’d been thinking about the feeling of Sitri’s mouth on mine since he shared that drink with me downstairs. I knew kissing was lips on lips, and I didn’t know if Sitri would consider the moment as such, but I was. His hands on my neck and back had held me so firmly and safely.

Just like Ezequiel was holding onto my waist now.

“You didn’t ask.” I leaned into Ezequiel’s chest and tilted my head up to see him fully.

“Can I touch you”—his fingers slipped between my legs and brushed at the hair there— “here?”

My pulse pounded in my chest and in the spot his fingers were circling. I opened my mouth to agree, but his lips covered mine. A true kiss. I was sure of it this time. His lips moved and sucked at mine. The movements of his hand and tongue made my head swim, and my hips searched for him.

“More,” I demanded and pulled at his bicep.

He groaned and smiled against my lips.

“Did you hear her, Sitri? She’s so wet for us,” Ezequiel said and turned his face to the door.

Sitri was standing in the doorway, his eyes fixed on us. His face perked with interest. “What a greedy little Reaper our Dabria is.”

The sleeves of his dress shirt were rolled up, and the buttons down the front were undone to show his tight body underneath. My breath hitched at the smoldering look in his eyes as they raked over Ezequiel and me.

“Not yet. You can wait a little longer,” Sitri said, a mix of amusement and hunger in his voice.

Ezequiel’s fingers nudged at my entrance, spreading the wet heat he’d coaxed from me. I never knew human bodies could produce such pleasurable pressure. Sex wasn’t a new concept, but I hadn’t thought I would experience it for myself, and never with another gorgeous man watching.

“Sitri. Please.” I wasn’t sure what I was asking for, but he was.

“She’s ready for you, Ezequiel. Lay her down on the bed,” Sitri instructed.

Ezequiel laid me on the soft blankets, and heat rushed over my body. Sitri unzipped his pants and fisted his hardened cock but didn’t join us. Ezequiel stood at the side of the bed and stripped his perfectly sculpted body of all his clothing. He was gloriously aroused. The full sight of him made my mouth water as he settled between my legs and lined himself up with my core.

I looked over to where Sitri stood, and he held my gaze as Ezequiel pushed my shirt up to expose my body. He made a line of kisses down my chest and over my breasts and hard nipples. The warmth of his tongue made my body throb.

Ezequiel’s cock slowly pushed inside of me, stretching and filling me. I let out a wanton sound, and Sitri bit down on his lip and stroked himself faster. Ezequiel’s hips thrust slow and deep, dragging moans and pleasure from me. I cursed and gasped Ezequiel’s name as his pace picked up. The storm in my lower belly tightened. I could feel my body tense and squeeze around him.

“Are you going to come for us, Dabria? Are you going to come all over his cock?” Sitri was breathless, and his cock jerked in his palm.

Ezequiel grunted. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“More, please,” I mewled. “I need more.”

Ezequiel pounded into me, and I dug my nails into his back. Sitri’s eyes did not waver from mine as his hand pumped to the rhythm of Ezequiel’s cock fucking me.

The sound of both of them groaning and huffing my name as they got closer to their releases had my heart pounding against my ribs. The build in my core tightened. Sitri’s cock pulsed, and he slumped against the doorframe until he spilled over his knuckles.

“Come for us, Bria.” Ezequiel worked me until I was screaming and electricity coursed through my blood and into every limb. “You are so beautiful when you come undone.” Ezequiel’s voice was rough in my ear. His hips stilled, and I could feel him emptying himself inside of me.

Ezequiel rolled to my side and scooped me next to him. His damp skin was cool against my cheek and smelled heady.

I glanced back at the door, but Sitri was gone.

We hadn’t asked, but there was something in his face that said he’d wanted to join us but held himself back.

I could have lain with Ezequiel forever. His satisfied breathing lulled me into my first night of sleep, and I took the image of having them both touch me into my dreams.