How to Seduce an Angel in 10 Days by Saranna DeWylde Page B

Picture Raven and Hawk trussed up like game birds and tossed over a Valkyrie’s shoulder.”
    He pulled his WitchBerry out of thin air and started texting.
    “What are you doing?”
    “Telling the girls they won’t be getting a call any time soon.”
    “Are you sure you’re an angel?” Tally asked.
    “Not entirely, no,” Falcon admitted with another devastating grin. “I’m trying to get a transfer. Too bad Death’s not open.”
    “See, I always knew Cupid was a dick.”
    “That hurts, Tally.” He pretended to clutch his heart.
    She snorted. “I’m sure. You’re the Angel of Love and you’d rather be traipsing about the underworld? I bet no one ever falls in love ever again.”
    “Would that be a bad thing?”
    “It would be horrible. That’s one of the things about living that makes it worthwhile; makes being human worthwhile. Love shows the best of what we have to offer the universe.”
    “So, why do you blame it for following Vargill blithely down the primrose path?” Falcon asked as he stepped inside.
    Tally slumped and sighed. She didn’t blame Vargill for the great and terrible evil. “I don’t. I know everything I did was my own fault. It was easier when I could blame someone else, though.” After their initial rocky start, Falcon had turned out to be pretty good at the parole gig. “I guess there’s a reason you’re Heaven’s parole officer. You’ve got this Big Brothering down to an art.”
    She was suddenly crushed against him. “I’m not your brother.”
    “No, but you are my parole officer,” Tally reminded him gently. Her palms were on his chest, keeping the illusion of space between them.
    Goddess, this was what she’d dreamed about—his hands on her body again, the electric current of skin to skin. It would be so easy to tilt her face up to his, to beg him to take her on her back on the floor, bent over the couch....
    “I don’t want you to go with Ethelred tomorrow.” Falcon still held her, his dark eyes serious.
    “Don’t do this to me, Falcon,” she said as she looked down, her eyes on his chest rather than meeting his gaze. If she met his gaze, her lashes would flutter closed, her lips would part and she’d be writhing beneath him, just as she yearned to do, but this wasn’t right for them. Not now.
    “I can see it in your aura, Drusilla. I know you want me,” he said as if it were only a matter of desire.
    She dared to look up at him, moving her hands to his shoulders. “We can’t.”
    “Oh, but we can. Merlin repealed the Shall Not.”
    “It’s not just that, Falcon.” Goddess, he was going to kiss her and she wanted him to; she wanted it with every fiber of her being. She wanted it too much.
    “What is it then? What’s changed?”
    “Everything! I don’t want to be the person I was before,” Tally exclaimed and tried to twist away from him, but he held her firm.
    “Then don’t be.”
    Falcon tilted her chin up carefully with his thumb and forefinger. His descent was measured; a practiced stroke of seduction, but Tally couldn’t fight him. She craved his lips, his hands on her body, the fire she’d never felt with anyone but him. Tally leaned into his strength, and surrendered to her desire.
    Falcon’s lips touched hers and the world fell away like a discarded gown to pool at her feet. Nothing was real but this, nothing mattered but this. Falcon was her only sensation; time began and ended in a single kiss.
    She knew there was no stopping this runaway train between them, no matter what path either of them took. It had always been destined to come back to this moment. If she’d stayed that night Tristan Belledare had asked her out to Academy graduation, she would have fallen into Falcon’s arms then. Deep inside her heart, Tally knew it to be true. She’d been fighting the inevitable for years; she’d seen it in his eyes that night so long ago and it had scared her. Tally had run right into Tristan’s arms because she’d never believed