Chapter 5
Seeing Raziel in a fresh outfit, all signs of his injury gone, helped some of the anger throbbing in Conquest’s gut to ebb. He should have been there. Should never have allowed Raziel to be in a position where he was at risk of permanent damage.
The short time he’d had to train his Angel wasn’t enough. He would have to be more careful until he could spend more time working on his skills.
“Okay,” Raziel said, bouncing through the doors and into the meeting room Conquest had commandeered. “The last of the humans are in the truck and almost ready to go.”
The Demon attacks had stopped, but Conquest could still sense them nearby. Circling like vultures.
“Where’s Atlas?”
Raziel faltered, less bounce in his step. “He’s coordinating with Famine.” Raziel hesitated. “What happened out there… When you…”
Conquest didn’t help him along, instead waiting for him to say it. When Atlas spat in my face, and I made him suck it off my thumb ? He couldn’t give an explanation. Didn’t have one. He should have broken Atlas’s neck the moment he’d done it. Left him on the ground to rot with the rest of the Demons. Why he continued to let the mortal get away with things he would allow no one else to remained a mystery. Raziel didn’t enter the equation; he would never be so childish or argumentative.
“Why?” Raziel asked simply, instead of voicing the rest.
“He needed to be taught a lesson.”
Raziel licked his lips, and Conquest was drawn to them. “By getting him to suck on your thumb?”
And there it was. Except that Raziel didn’t sound upset. Conquest crowded Raziel against the wall, bracketing him in with hands beside his head. “Your heart rate picks up when I say his name. When you think about what he did.”
“I…” Raziel swallowed. “I didn’t mean to… I wasn’t.”
Conquest wasn’t blind. He’d seen the effect that Atlas had on his Angel. The tenacity and ferocity in every move that he made was impressive for a human. Conquest saw the appeal and why Raziel kept sneaking glances.
“He called me sweetheart,” Raziel said in a small voice.
“Did he?” Conquest mused. He smoothed his thumb over Raziel’s soft cheek, the same thumb Atlas had been sucking on an hour ago. Raziel’s eyes fluttered closed at the simple touch. So responsive. “Should I kill him for that, Raziel?” His voice rumbled with the threat. So many reasons to remove the human from the board. No one touched Raziel without his permission. He belonged to Conquest. His body, his heart, all of it. None of those would be taken from him. He would kill every person who tried.
“No,” Raziel blurted out. Heat spread across his cheeks, and he closed his eyes in mortification.
“No,” Conquest repeated. No. Of course, he wouldn’t. His Angel had developed a soft spot. “You want him.”
“No!” Vehement denial, with real conviction. Except for the waver underneath it. A truth Raziel couldn’t deny and one that Conquest wanted to rip from him until there was nothing of it left.
It should have made Conquest angry. And it did, the ugly feeling curling under his ribs, feeding the urge to kill something. Some one . That look was for him alone. This human didn’t deserve it. No one did but him.
But he’d also saved Raziel’s life. Put it before his own. He’d stood against Conquest and didn’t flinch under his anger or derision. Melted under Conquest’s touch even as he fought against it.
“You belong to me.”
“Yes,” Raziel said, zero hesitation. The primal satisfaction the single word gave Conquest helped to stop him from finding Atlas and ending him. “All of me. I would never—I don’t want to—It’s—”
“Ssh.” Conquest bent and kissed him, pulling out those beautiful whimpering sounds with every stroke of his tongue. Raziel clenched his hands in Conquest’s armor, arching his throat in an attempt to get closer.
Conquest obliged him, lifting him up so they were closer to head level. Raziel hooked his legs over Conquest’s hips, securing himself in place. Conquest unhooked Raziel’s front armor, sliding his hand underneath to curl around his back and down to his ass. Raziel gasped into his mouth, rolling his hips.
“Are you guys in—oh, fuck .”
Raziel squeaked and tore his mouth from Conquest’s, head twisting and gaping at the sudden intrusion of Atlas in the doorway. Red smeared across his cheeks, pulse visibly thumping in his throat.
Atlas took a single step backward, one hand gripping the doorframe, knuckles going white. “I didn’t mean to—” He glanced down Raziel’s frame to where Conquest’s hand was still in his pants and then swallowed. “I’ll just—”
“Stay there,” Conquest ordered sharply.
Atlas’s eyes widened. To his credit—despite looking like he wanted to flee, escape the country, and change his name—he stayed rooted to the spot. Conquest liked him better when he took orders instead of mouthing off.
Conquest lowered Raziel to his feet. “Undo my pants and take my cock out.”
Raziel’s lips parted, more red sneaking into his face and down his throat. “But—” He looked at Atlas as if Conquest wasn’t aware they had a visitor.
“Look at me, not him.” Conquest took one of his hands and pressed it against his hard cock, aching to be released. He’d given his Angel an order, and he expected it to be obeyed.
Raziel immediately twisted his hand and undid Conquest’s pants. He wrapped his fingers around Conquest’s length, stroking a few times before pulling him out. Conquest loved the way that Raziel’s every emotion showed on his face. Heat swirled in the blue, along with apprehension and a hint of embarrassment. He had no idea what Conquest planned to do to him while Atlas watched, wishing he could touch and knowing he never would. There would be more than a hint of embarrassment when he was done.
The corner of Conquest’s mouth tipped up. “What are you waiting for, baby Angel?” he said with light mocking. “You know what to do.”
“I—” Raziel hesitated, and Conquest could see the moment he almost turned to look at Atlas again. Lucky for him that he resisted the urge, or this would get more uncomfortable for both him and the human.
“Put that pretty mouth on me, Raziel.”
Conquest bit his lip and groaned at the first touch, Raziel’s hot mouth engulfing his fat head, his small tongue flicking over the slit, tasting him. He slapped a hand on the wall and turned his head to the side, observing Atlas staring at Raziel on his knees.
“Atlas,” Conquest commanded. Blue eyes flicked up to his. A twin set to Raziel’s. Not a sign of their Angelic genes. Something else. Conquest could taste the barest hint of why on the tip of his tongue, an elusive energy he couldn’t quite put his finger on. “Close the door.”
Atlas swung the door shut with a flick of his wrist, not taking his eyes off them, like he couldn’t bear to miss even a second.
“Lock it.” Atlas hesitated, and Conquest said, “We don’t want any interruptions, do we?”
Atlas reached behind himself. The click of the lock twisting into place reverberated around them like a layer of sin covering them. What happened in this room was for them alone.
“If you look down at him before I give you permission, this stops, and you’ll never get this opportunity again.” A dark promise under a veiled threat. Torturing him with the knowledge that he could see what Raziel looked like being thoroughly wrecked or have only an illusion of what it could look like instead.
With that, Conquest curled his hand around the back of Raziel’s head and pushed him down. Raziel choked loudly, hands gripping at Conquest’s hips as he adjusted to the girth threatening his airway.
Atlas’s stomach rippled, visible even through his tight battle uniform. Conquest’s gaze flicked down to the obvious tent in his pants. He’d been hard and wanting from the moment he’d stepped foot into the room. His orange aura had darkened, twisting around him, full of turmoil, lust, and jealousy. Delicious .
Conquest pulled out to allow Raziel quick gasping breaths before snapping his hips and burying himself into his wet heat once more. Raziel settled into it better that time, breathing through his nose and leaning into it. His baby Angel knew how to work him over; Conquest gave him ample opportunity to practice. He did the same since Raziel’s cock was the only one he’d ever had in his mouth.
He tugged Raziel’s head up with a hand fisted in his hair, slipping out of his beautiful swollen red lips, so puffy and well used. “Make me come; let him see how good you suck me off.”
Raziel descended on his cock like a man starving, hands wrapping around the base of Conquest’s shaft where he couldn’t comfortably get without help. He swirled his tongue around the head, sucking lightly before sliding his lips down the sides and tonguing his way back up.
Conquest’s mouth lifted in satisfaction as Atlas struggled not to look down, controlling himself. This belonged to him . Raziel’s mouth had been made for sucking his cock.
“Look your fill, Atlas.” You won’t get another opportunity was left unsaid. Atlas heard it anyway.
His gaze moved before Conquest had finished the sentence. He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, with a hint of tongue as he flicked it out. He had appealing lips. Thick, pouty, nothing like the warrior attached to them. If he’d ascended to Heaven, he would have become an Archangel, Conquest was sure of it. A warrior for God, with extended wings and a penchant for trouble. This war was tainting them all, and who knew if he would make the cut now. The things he’d done to survive, it sullied him, and God didn’t accept anything less than perfection even if they were Angel-born.
It was too bad. In another lifetime, he would have made a stunning Angel, worthy of the wings that Conquest would have bled and destroyed.
What else nice did he have, underneath all of that?
“Undo your pants, Atlas.”
Raziel shivered, lifting his lips to the tip of Conquest’s cock. Conquest caressed the top of his hair, silently encouraging him to keep going. He hadn’t said stop, so Raziel knew what was expected. If he wanted Raziel to look at Atlas, he would let him know.
Atlas paused with hands resting on the waistband of his pants. And then he flicked the top button open and pulled the zipper down, slowly.
Was he putting on a show for them? Conquest’s smirk deepened, and he waited to see what Atlas would do, whether he finished it or refused to do as he was told?
He was all but panting for them, and still he hesitated. Stubbornness or something else? Conquest was a hard act to follow.
“Are you going to show me your dick, or are you embarrassed? Don’t worry, we’re all friends here.”
Atlas glared. There, that was better. Conquest much preferred the fire blazing, reaching out to consume everything in its vicinity.
Raziel tried to lift his head, and Conquest held on to the back of it, keeping him bowed. “You don’t get to look, baby Angel, unless I say you can. Suck my balls into your mouth and roll them around your tongue.”
He stroked himself, lifting his cock out of the way as Raziel buried his face underneath, getting his balls wet in the heat of his mouth.
Atlas stumbled heavily back against the door, splaying a hand on the wood, the other hovering in front of his pants. Still undecided on what to do.
“Now, Atlas,” Conquest growled. He was done waiting, and Atlas would either do as he was told, or Conquest would take Raziel somewhere private and finish this, just the two of them. And he would never again see what it was like when Raziel was in the throes of passion.
Atlas froze, one hand in his pants, when heavy jogging footsteps closed in on them. Someone attempted to enter the room, rattling the locked doorknob.
“General Brandt? Are you in there?” Three banging knocks in succession. “Sir, the last convoy is secure and ready to leave.”
“Just give me one second,” Atlas called out, twisting toward the voice and then back as if unsure which direction to go.
“Sir?”
“Tell them to leave without you,” Conquest said, voice deep and baritone. “Famine will protect them. If you leave this room, you won’t ever return to it.” They both knew he wasn’t talking about the physical room itself.
More knocking. “General Brandt? Are you okay in there?”
Atlas cleared his throat. “I’m—yes—Go without me; I have something important to attend to. Take the one called Famine with you; make sure they get there safely and check in when it’s done.”
“Yes, sir.”
Atlas pressed a shaky hand against his mouth. “I can’t believe I just did that,” he said under his breath, the low words carrying across the room.
Conquest fed his cock back into Raziel’s mouth, murmuring praise as his Angel bobbed, pliant and perfect against him. Only when he was satisfied that Raziel happily sucked him, without a care for his surroundings, did he return his attention to the mortal.
Who was staring intensely at Raziel, hunger in his eyes, a hand still down his pants, without giving Conquest what he’d demanded. That wasn’t how this worked. Atlas would play by his rules, or he wouldn’t play at all.
“I’m waiting, Atlas. And I’m not a patient man.”
“Is that supposed to surprise me?” Atlas sneered. His hand shifted, tenting his pants further. Taking hold of himself?
“You think that smart mouth is going to get you what you want?”
“You have no idea what I want.”
Didn’t he?
Conquest yanked Raziel off him and onto his feet before spinning him around. He shoved him against the wall, covering his small frame. Raziel moaned, clawing at the wall, when Conquest rubbed his hard cock between his cheeks, rotating his hips and teasing him.
“You think I don’t know the way you look at him? Do you think I don’t see?” Conquest pulled Raziel’s pants down in one move, exposing his ass. He palmed it, squeezing hard enough for a whimper to spill from Raziel’s lips.
Atlas exhaled shakily, nostrils flaring.
“You like that?” Conquest pushed the tip of his thumb into Raziel’s hole, massaging the tight muscles. Raziel gasped, head falling back against Conquest’s chest. “Do you want to hear the way he screams when I fuck him, Atlas? How he squirms on my cock like a dream as I fill him up so full that he’ll never be rid of the feel of me inside him? Take out your fucking dick and show me, or you never will.”
Atlas licked his lips as he fisted his shirt, tightening the fabric across his stomach. Conquest didn’t need his crown to dive into his mind to know what he was thinking. It was written all over his face and in the tense muscles of his body. He ached for it, for them both.
His free thumb hooked in the waistband of his briefs, and Conquest grinned slyly. Lust and sin were always stronger than whatever morals a person thought they had. In the end, they were all slaves to their own pleasure.
Conquest kept Raziel faced away from Atlas with a hand on the side of his head, pressed against the wall.
At the first sight of Atlas’s cock, Conquest thrust against Raziel, adding pressure against his hole, the thick head of his cock catching on the rim, teasing them both. He couldn’t bury himself where they both wanted him, not yet; Raziel wasn’t ready. And no matter how much he enjoyed torturing this mortal who was stupid enough to look at a Horseman’s mate with lust in his eyes, Conquest would never do harm to his Angel.
Atlas pulled his briefs down, his hard cock jutting out as he freed it. He held the base, putting himself on display with a challenge on his face as if to say, “Well?”
Was he looking for a compliment? Conquest could have given him one if he’d been so inclined. He was exquisitely built everywhere. No warrior of God would be anything else. The ruler of Heaven—and all things if he was to be believed—coveted power. It wasn’t about protection, or kindness, or any of the other bullshit rhetoric spouted by the Angels or God’s disciples. It was about control, plain and simple.
The more Conquest learned about Atlas, the more he understood why he’d been chosen. Even down to that mouthwatering cock. It was hard, long, and thick in Atlas’s hand. And cut, the mushroomed head swollen and eager. No matter what Atlas said, his body couldn’t lie. He wanted them with a powerful need.
“It’s not just a pretty ornament, Atlas. Do you know how to use it?”
Atlas scowled and stroked himself, up over the head and back down again, squeezing at the top on every pull. When pre-cum pearled at the tip, he swiped it with his thumb and spread it around.
Raziel squirmed against Conquest, panting, his hands rubbing the wall in desperation. “I want to—Con, I want to see,” he whined breathlessly. “ Please .”
“No. If you move, this stops.” Neither of them got a say in what happened here. He leaned forward, shifting his hand from Raziel’s head to tangle their fingers together, stopping his movements. “Leak for me,” he whispered in his Angel’s ear, nuzzling the delicate skin and then tugging the earlobe between his teeth.
Raziel moaned, eyes squeezing shut as he rolled his hips against Conquest. Begging with his body even as he gasped, “Please, please .”
“I’ll always give you what you need.” Conquest pressed an open-mouthed kiss on Raziel’s shoulder. Raziel’s harmless version of his poison poured over their joined hands like he was leaking pre-cum from the tip of his cock. His level of control was admirable. If there was a tiny sizzle of heat, when Raziel faltered and some of the dangerous green came out, Conquest didn’t care. What was a little pain with his pleasure?
Conquest rubbed the poison against Raziel’s entrance before slipping a finger inside, groaning as Raziel squeezed around him. He gave him a cursory stretch before adding a second finger, fucking him slowly with them.
Atlas fisted himself erratically, lips parted as his chest heaved. There was something obscenely powerful about seeing him in such a state, so turned on and distracted by Conquest finger-fucking his Angel that he was having trouble concentrating on his own pleasure.
Conquest switched his fingers for his cock, teasing Raziel’s entrance with just enough pressure for Raziel to squirm, more pretty pleas falling from his lips. A litany of begging that broke the last of Conquest’s control. He forced himself inside, buried so deep his balls slapped against skin. He wouldn’t hurt Raziel, but this kind of pain wasn’t the same. The stretching burn only lasted for so long until he adjusted, and the experience would be heightened for it.
Raziel’s keening cry filled the air. “More. Please. More.” The sting of hurt he had to be feeling was nothing compared to their greed for each other.
Having Atlas witness this only made that worse, like a maddening siren calling to them. He had from the very first moment, and Conquest wanted to consume it just as much as he wanted to snuff it out. An uncomfortable tightrope they were all walking. All he had to do was sever Atlas’s head from his body, and this would be all over.
So why hadn’t he?
“Does that feel good?” Conquest whispered, licking at Raziel’s skin. “The way I’m stretching you and forcing you to widen for me?”
Raziel could only moan, squeezing Conquest’s hand and grappling at the wall with the other. Conquest brutally fucked him with short, hard thrusts.
Conquest’s eyes met Atlas’s just as he snapped his hips particularly hard, plaster on the flimsy wall cracking under the weight of it. Raziel screamed his name, back arching.
Atlas’s grip tightened around his cock, almost coming to a stop. Conquest could smell how badly he wanted to close the distance between them, the lust pouring off him in waves, and the maelstrom his aura had turned into, a storm of dark shades of orange.
Would the color of his eyes change when he came? Raziel’s did. They darkened right before he closed them, lost in his pleasure. Raziel felt all his emotions with a staggering intensity. After being forced to contain them in Heaven for so long, he let them free and allowed himself to feel everything. Conquest would ensure no one ever destroyed that light. If anyone tried, the wrath of the White Rider would follow them to the ends of the earth.
Conquest lifted Raziel off his cock and turned him around, hitching him up. He easily slid back into him, Raziel’s stretched-out hole accommodating him, shaping around him like a glove.
Raziel rested his back against the wall and flattened his hands on Conquest’s chest, lips parted in a silent gasp, eyes already darkening as the desire took over his entire body. He stared into Conquest’s eyes without faltering or attempting to look at their audience. Whether it was because Conquest had given him an order, or he was simply lost in how Conquest made him feel, it didn’t matter. Raziel belonged to him, in every way, and he gave himself up like a gift.
And Conquest loved him for it. The Angel consumed him until there wasn’t room for anything else. Raziel was his very existence.
Even allowing someone else in the room while Raziel looked like this, thoroughly debauched and a perfect mess of need, wasn’t something Conquest had ever imagined himself doing. He was a possessive bastard, and Raziel was his and no one else’s. Another person didn’t belong here in this circle with them.
And yet, here Atlas stood, not five feet from them, watching. Atlas had ensnared them both. Conquest should have killed him already. Should do it now and stop whatever this was from going any further. If he was a corpse on the ground, he couldn’t take pieces of their souls.
“Look at him,” Conquest said, his gravelly voice deepening.
Raziel did, his fingers curling around Conquest’s biceps at the same time. The difference in posture was subtle, but Conquest felt every tendril of it. That imperceptible tightening around his cock, the catch of breath, the strain in Raziel’s stomach and his arms. He wanted this human on a level that Conquest didn’t think his Angel understood.
Conquest understood, though. Anger and a thread of a darker, far more dangerous emotion curled in his chest. It made him want to put Atlas on his knees for the sheer audacity of thinking he had a place between them, with them. To slit his throat or choke him with his cock? Conquest hadn’t decided yet. Perhaps both at the same time.
The way the two men looked at each other was magnetic, electricity sparking between them. An instant connection. One to be severed, not strengthened. Conquest shoved hard into Raziel, latching on to his throat at the same time and sucking as he fucked into him. Demanding his attention.
Raziel melted in his arms, breath hot against Conquest’s ear as he curled around him, clinging tightly enough that Conquest ached on the inside. Raziel was still his. That would never change. No matter what happened, no matter who he looked at, Raziel would belong to him for eternity. If Conquest wished to destroy whatever was happening with this strong and far too enticing human, Raziel would let him. His beautiful, obedient, trusting Angel, with a sweetness too great for this world.
Conquest took Raziel’s chin in his hand. He searched the deep blue and found exactly what he needed to see: Raziel’s deep heart, the softened part of him that was for Conquest alone. Raziel remained pliant in his arms, letting Conquest use him however he pleased.
He kissed Raziel, drinking deeply of his nectar and pulling out the sounds that only he had ever heard. Now Atlas would know them as well. Would he be able to pull the same sounds? Or would Raziel sing differently for him?
Conquest lifted his head at the invading thought, a dark scowl on his face. Is that what he wanted? To know what music they could make together?
He wanted to see what happened when Atlas came.
“Come,” he demanded. It didn’t matter whom he spoke to. The order was dominant enough that it affected them both. Raziel squeezed around him, fingernails digging into skin as he yelled Conquest’s name, burying his head in Conquest’s chest as he coated their stomachs in his seed.
Atlas bit his bottom lip, his hand speeding up until he groaned loudly, the red already spread across his cheeks brightening, like all the blood in his body was rising to the surface. His eyes darkened the same as Raziel’s as he came all over his hand, drops splashing on the floor.
Atlas’s eyes had darkened, just like Raziel’s. Fucking hell, they were stunning. And strangely familiar. A thread tugged at Conquest. An exact replica of Raziel’s. Coincidence, or something else?
Conquest continued to fuck Raziel, seeking his own release now that they had given him theirs. Raziel clung to him, loud cries and whimpers spilling from his mouth as Conquest used him through his tremors, not giving him a moment of reprieve from the sensitivity.
He cradled Raziel’s head to his chest, watching Atlas with an arrogant slope to his lips as he emptied himself inside Raziel, filling him. Staking his claim. Whatever Atlas got, it would be because Conquest allowed it.
Raziel slumped in his arms, catching his breath and snuggling into his chest. Conquest shifted him, sliding an arm under his legs and holding him bridal style. His eyes had already closed before Conquest had finished moving him, breath rising and falling in slumber. It had been a long day for his Angel.
Atlas had already put himself away, but the smell of what they’d done lingered in the air. Carnal satisfaction roared through Conquest. Every Demon, Angel, and Immortal would be able to smell it. If Conquest were to touch him, fuck him, that scent would never wash off. Just like Raziel, he would be marked as the companion of a Horseman, a coveted prize and a dangerous adversary.
“Leave us,” he said in a low tone that dared Atlas to disobey.
Atlas certainly looked like he wanted to say something unflattering. He surprised Conquest by keeping his mouth shut instead. His nostrils flared, mouth working in an impressive attempt to control himself. Then he twisted around on his feet, a perfect half turn, and fled out the door, slamming it behind himself.
What was he to do with this human? Kill him? Keep him? He could finish this here and keep Raziel far away from the siren. If they didn’t go near the water, they couldn’t drown in it.
Raziel stirred, and his attention switched focus as it always did. Raziel took all his attention, like a flower soaking up the sun. Blue eyes blinked up at him, and Raziel smiled sleepily, satiated and content. He curled his fingers against Conquest’s chest. “Did I do good?”
“Very good.”
Raziel’s eyes drifted closed, and he curled further in, complete trust in Conquest to keep him safe. “Atlas?”
“He’s gone.”
“Oh.”
Conquest ignored how that one word made him feel. He opened the fog and stepped through, coming out the other side at the entrance to the castle they called home. Keeping Raziel in his arms, he made his way through the long hallways until he entered their rooms and into their bathroom.
“Wake up, baby Angel,” Conquest said, gently lowering Raziel to his feet. He ensured he was properly awake and able to stand on his own before he let him go and worked on getting the water in the shower to a comfortable temperature.
“You like him,” Raziel said sleepily. “I know you do even if you don’t want to admit it.”
Conquest darted a glance his way, not answering. He coaxed Raziel under the spray. “Close your eyes, sweet.” Raziel smiled and tipped his head back. Conquest thoroughly wet the thick, dark strands, unable to resist licking a droplet of water from his cheek.
Raziel made a contented noise, his own fingers tracing the lines of Conquest’s chest and abdomen. “He’s strong,” he said quietly.
Apparently, they weren’t done with this conversation.
“Yes,” Conquest admitted. He poured shampoo directly into Raziel’s hair, massaging it in. “You belong to me, Raziel. Don’t forget that.”
“I wouldn’t, ever,” Raziel murmured.
“No one will ever touch you without my permission. He won’t unless I tell him that he can.” He rinsed the shampoo from Raziel’s hair and wiped the water from his eyes. “Is that what you want? You want him to touch you?”
Raziel’s eyes popped open. “I—no.” But the truth was right there to see. He couldn’t lie to Conquest, not when he was such an open book.
He wanted Atlas to touch him.
A lump caught in Conquest’s throat, and his heart clenched. He’d already known, of course. He would have to be dead not to notice. Having the truth of it right there out in the open changed it into something tangible and uncomfortable. What was he supposed to do with that? What could he do?
Conquest let go and stepped back, out of the circle of spraying water. His Angel was beautiful under the stream, black hair glistening, perfect pearls of water at the end of his nose and his chin. The desire in his eyes wasn’t for Conquest only. Something ugly twisted in his gut. “Get yourself cleaned up,” he said quietly.
“Conquest—”
“Now.” He didn’t raise his voice. He had no need to. War was the loud and brash brother. If Conquest required an elevated voice to be heard, he was doing it wrong. And Raziel didn’t deserve the crashing storm of emotions inside Conquest. This wasn’t his fault.
Conquest needed to think. To be away from Raziel’s intoxicating presence. He clouded Conquest’s mind and colored everything until Conquest would go against his very nature just to make his Angel happy.
Not this time.