Angel's Touch [PUP Squad Alpha 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Abby Blake Page A

fight-or-flight response. You really didn’t want him to lie to you by omission, so you stopped him from answering altogether.”
    “So every time I get scared I’m liable to freeze someone? I have no control over it?” Lilly asked, her heart starting to pound hard once more. How the hell did she end up a walking time bomb? The thought of killing someone accidentally with this new power was terrifying. Even if assassins were looking for her, she didn’t want this particular skill.
    “Actually,” Jed said as Devlin held her close once more, “I think you have a really good chance of learning to control it. Devlin’s suggestion that you use him as a test subject is actually a very good idea. He wasn’t kidding. He’s more than capable of surviving long periods of time without breathing.”
    “Which brings me back to my original question,” Lilly said, rubbing her forehead and refusing to look at either of them. “Jed said you’re an angel. Is that true?”
    “Not in the strictest interpretation of the word,” Devlin said carefully. She kept her calm, breathing deeply and slowly as the usual irritation at his evasiveness curled through her. When she’d thought him a human Navy SEAL, she’d forgiven him because she understood the nature of his work and the secrecy required. But there was no reason now. She knew about the paranormal world, knew that it existed, and was essentially part of it now herself. He had no reason not to tell her. He must have sensed her internal conflict because he held her closer and finally started talking.
    “My people are known as Anjo Keladi Envivs. Essentially it translates to ‘angels with hidden wings.’ That’s why most paranormals refer to us as angels. We’re not angels in the religious sense, but have on many occasions been mistaken for them.” He turned her around, lifting her chin so that he could see her eyes. “We don’t share any of the DNA traits common to species that developed on this planet, so it’s a fairly reasonable assumption that our ancestors were from a different planet.”
    “You’re an alien? And you have wings?” she asked in wonder. She’d spent quite a bit of time exploring every inch of the man a few years back. It seemed rather strange that she could have missed a set of wings.
    “Want to see them?” Devlin asked with a relieved grin. It seemed now that he’d finally said the words out loud he was quite happy to tell all. Had he been worried she would walk away once she knew the truth? He’d always seemed so confident, so well adjusted, so capable at just about everything that it hadn’t really occurred to her that he might have the same doubts and insecurities that she herself held.
    “Of course,” she said with a smile. She leaned up to press a quick kiss to his lips and then scrambled off the sofa and stood back. He glanced around the room, seeming to judge the distance and space he had available, before giving her a typical Devlin-style wink.
    His wings just appeared. They didn’t fade in, or grow, or morph like the werewolves had done. They just appeared. One moment they weren’t there and the next they were.
    “Shit,” she said, shuffling backward just a little. Devlin’s wings were huge. They took up most of the space in the room, and if she wasn’t mistaken weren’t fully extended in the cramped area. The most surprising part was that they were covered in feathers. Feathers! She was sleeping with a guy with feathers.
    The thought surprised a giggle from her mouth, and Devlin grinned wolfishly. “What’s the matter?” he said as his wings moved slowly to surround her. “Did I lose some of my macho points with the white feathers?”
    She shook her head quickly, worried that she’d insulted him, but he merely gave her that confident smile once more. He leaned in, his arms wrapping around her waist as his wings enclosed them both. He kissed her softly, his lips playful and coaxing as his hands explored her all