Reaver grinned. “I can enter anywhere I damned well please. That’s the thing about this Radiant gig. I can do whatever I want.”
Eidolon raised a skeptical eyebrow. “And what you want is to work at a demon hospital?”
Yeah, Reaver was surprised by that, too. He turned to the doctor, propping his hip against the deck railing. “When I lost my wings again, I thought I’d be miserable. But the screwed-up thing was that I was actually kind of relieved.” He’d loved the power that went with being an angel, but not the regiment. He’d liked the responsibility, but not the rules.
“But when you were fallen the first time, all you wanted was to get your wings back.”
“I did,” he said. “But after I got them back, I realized I missed healing.” He smirked. “Even if it was demons.”
“Aw, I’ve missed your backhanded compliments,” Eidolon drawled.
Reaver laughed. “So? What do you say? My angel duties are light. I pretty much exist to put down huge demon problems and counter everything Revenant does, so as long as things stay calm, I’ll need something to do. I can’t use my powers to heal demons, but I’m a damned good doctor, and you know it.”
“Fine. Get the tat and report for duty next week.” Eidolon glanced over at Harvester, who had kicked off her boots and was walking toward them, her gaze locked on Reaver and promising very, very bad things. “Or, you know, when you’re done with the honeymoon.”
“That might be a while.” Reaver’s focus narrowed on the female coming at him, her stride purposeful, predatory, and his body hardened. “A long while.”
Unable to stand another second without Harvester, he gave Eidolon a “see ya,” and flashed to her, scooped her up before she could blink, and flashed them both to the jungle pool. Shifting to wrap her legs around his waist, she brought her mouth down on his. She kissed him passionately, her tongue sweeping his mouth and sliding against his, making him groan with need.
“We can go someplace else if you want,” he murmured against her lips.
“Can’t wait.” She rolled her hips against his erection, and he hissed at the intense friction.
“Agreed.” He left her lips to kiss his way to her neck, loving how she arched back to allow him more access. “We’ve waited too long as it is.” He drew back, pausing things for just a moment, because this was too important to ignore. “I didn’t realize it, but I’ve been looking for you for five thousand years.”
Harvester’s eyes shimmered wetly, like dew clinging to meadow grass. “And I’ve been waiting for you for five thousand years.”
“No more waiting or looking,” he whispered.
“No more,” she agreed. “But there’s still the little matter of our deal.”
“You released me from that.”
“I changed my mind.” She shrugged. “I decided that what we did in Sheoul doesn’t count. I want my twenty-four hours of pleasure.”
“Do you,” he mused. “Hmm. I guess I can do that. You know, if I have to.”
“You have to.” She playfully dragged her finger down his chest. “And remember how I said I appreciate a talented tongue?”
Heat flooded him, and it took every ounce of self-control to not drop her to the ground and take her right that second. “I remember.” His voice was a ragged croak.
“Good. Let’s put that tongue to use.”
Grinning, he dropped her to the ground and did just that. With his new powers.
Yep, this Radiant thing was very cool. Reaver couldn’t wait to explore all his new upgrades.
But what he wanted to explore the most was Harvester.
And he had an eternity to do it.