House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

“ANGEL-BOY,” he said in disbelief, “You couldn’t think of anything better, hero, knight, prince, just ANGEL-BOY.”

Was he actually attempting to have a normal conversation with her, while she wore a towel, with NOTHING underneath? Sizing his body with an appreciative gaze, she halted on his neck.

There was energy in the room coming off Kalbreal that wasn’t there a moment ago. It was highly alluring as it drew her in, yet resisted at the same time. An aphrodisiac- teasing you, compelling you, but never giving you a taste of its drug, never giving you the full pleasure of its addiction.

His muscular torso flexed, as he walked toward her. Kalbreal was lined, ripped, bulkier than she’d ever thought she would like. Yet- Neither had she considered a possibility of standing with only a towel, in a room with a man, or Angel built like a man, with his ribcage hidden away behind corsets of muscle.

His stature was lean, with an extensive eight pack, broadened shoulders to match a tall powerful frame. She stood and stared longer than she knew could be legal. Her eyes sketching on his imprinted tattoos. The few on his chest resembling a signature of something, surrounded by circles. There was one which caught her eye, it was the only one which was black, with an orange slash crossing through it. He was an Angel.

an Angel,

She walked a step closer, her face fixated on the mark

it red? She couldn’t make out, but for the

toward the left, grabbing a t-shirt from the floor, only a few feet away from her, which gave her a side view.

pair of wings, but the wings

to stand there and stare at me? Or

cheeks turned red as thoughts penetrated her brain, was he inviting me to bed. His eyes twinkled in clear amusement, by her reaction to

some getting used to,

sure whether to be relieved or not, she asked

been assigned to explain it all

case, can you wait

with tiresome eyes, “No,