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Angels must follow God’s commandment – Thou Shall Not Kill, but what happens when an archangel kills out of love?
For archangel Razi-el, he had no choice. He would break God’s commandment again if it were to save Uri-el from a demon’s talons. Yet even God’s most trusted archangel cannot avoid punishment. No longer Razi-el, he is now Izar, a Protector sworn to kill for the angels.
When a Protector kills an angel, Izar is summoned to work alongside Uri-el to capture the killer. Izar is shocked when his bloodlust spikes hot for the archangel. He knows better than to go after forbidden fruit. Refusing to give in to temptation, he ignores his body’s tempestuous arousal for Uri-el until a heated argument turns his blood into molten lust.
As they rush to find the killer, their passion plays into the demon’s plan. Izar will have to make a choice between life and death if he is to save Uri-el again.
This is from Izar’s POV and it’s the first time he sees Uri-el up close and personal after his transformation from Razi-el to Izar:
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Through the open archway, he caught a glimpse of the Vox Dei talking with another archangel, his back to Izar. They were backlit in a violet glow from the oracle stone. The crystal’s sheer size and faceted beauty had left him speechless the first time he’d seen it.
Izar tugged on the hem of his jacket. Before entering the cella, he took out a handkerchief and wiped his face. After folding the cloth into a small square, he slipped it back into his pocket. After one last tug on his jacket, he strode in and then abruptly stopped.
His eyes widened and he stepped back as the blond angel turned to him. Oh God almighty…his cock leaped, setting off a shockwave spreading throughout his lower half.
Golden waves of hair and milky skin, a white robe draped seductively around a tall, slender body, eyes bluer than any sky Izar had ever witnessed. The sight of the archangel caused a loss of equilibrium.
The archangel’s brows lifted slightly at Izar’s feeble attempt of appearing in control. Oddly, the angel seemed familiar, but they had never spoken or been in the same room together. Izar would have remembered that face. He’d seen the prince of the Cherubim from a distance, but never this close, this personal, this…distracting.
The quicksilver lust on seeing this vision shocked him. He wasn’t attracted to forbidden fruit. He didn’t need the trouble. He was a practical man, especially when it came to where he put his dick. Protectors were forbidden to lay with angels, except for the ga-aelijan of the Haelan Templum.
Turning away from the ethereal vision, he drew in a breath. He should have attended the Haelan for relief before coming here. His physical reaction to this archangel confirmed the danger of waiting too long to eradicate his bloodlust. He’d already pushed his limits, and if he didn’t get to the temple, he’d fall ill, or worse, lose the reins over his actions.