Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 6

his trust away too easily again. He knew it was stupid, and probably setting him up for a nice tasty helping of crap, but he wanted to believe in Sam. So, he was taking the leap of faith, hoping at the end that he wouldn't find a bed of nails.
    "So, who was that guy?" Brandon asked.
    "That was Leviathan, the demon of envy. He goes by the name Levi in human form. He's one of Gadreel's cronies." There was something in Sammy's eyes when he talked about this Gadreel guy. Something dark and dangerous, that Bran didn't want to look at too closely.
    "But I thought… I thought that Satan controlled the demons?" he said in confusion. Nothing about this made sense. Not that Brandon was a big theology buff, but a lot of what Sam had told him didn't mesh with what he'd heard over the years.
    "Yeah. Sometimes, but at other times they do things for themselves, or for their friends or allies. Think about it like this: when someone employs you, they are your boss. Your employer gives you assignments during certain times of the day. Your free time is yours, and you may spend it doing things you enjoy, or helping your friend move, whatever you wish. That's basically how demon structure functions. Satan will give them assignments. Once completed, they can do whatever they wish to do."
    "Oh." Okay. Bran got that. That Levi guy was doing a friend a favor during his 'time off.' That favor just happened to be spying on Samael.
    "What did he mean… about my father?"
    "I do not know." Samael's eyebrows drew together. "I'm sure we'll find out soon enough though."
    That was true. If what Levi said was right, then his father was coming for him. Whatever the hell that meant.
    "What now?" He hoped Sammy had a plan, because he was lost in la-la-lupty-land. Trying to get his bearings in this new world that had opened up to him was taking all his brain activity.
    "Now? We shall go visit your ex, and try to talk him out of some money." Sam said decisively. "Anything else, we'll deal with as it comes."
    "Okay." Bran nodded and stood. "Okay." His legs were wobbly and he felt as if the ground kept shifting on him, like in the funhouse at the fair. He took a step and stumbled, falling. Before he could catch himself, he was aware of strong arms wrapping around him, leaning him on a wide, muscular chest. He looked up and right into the dark blue abyss that was Samael's eyes.
    "I've got you." Sammy said softly. "I will not allow you to fall."
    Brandon shifted his gaze to Sam's firm, masculine lips, which were getting ever closer. He leaned up to meet them, finally kissing the most fascinating man he'd ever met.
    Of course, he's fascinating. He's an angel. Or was an angel. Or… huh?
    When their mouths met, it was electric. It was barely skin on skin, it was so gentle, but it was as if one of them had walked across carpet with slippers on and then touched metal. He was shocked, but it was so good that Bran let out a guttural moan and every thought that had been floating through his brain went away. There was nothing but his Sammy and this kiss.
    It was over far too soon, Sam pulling away to study him. The awe and wonder was back, all over his face, and it made Bran smile. The man in his arms smiled right back at him, and his breath became trapped in his lungs at the sight. Damn!
    Some of the tension that had been radiating around his body left him, and he felt lighter. He knew somehow that everything would be okay. Somehow, it would all work out. Because Sammy has me, and he's not going to let me fall.
    "Let's get out of here, Little Raven." Sam said, making sure Bran was steady before stepping back and capturing Bran's hand in his own.
    The whole walk to the car, his angel held his hand. It was probably to make sure he didn't do a face plant in the parking lot, but he didn't care. He liked it. He liked it a lot.
    CHAPTER 6
    Samael was possessive and protective. Who knew? The entire drive to Brandon's ex, he kept stewing. He did not want his Little Raven around that imbecile. Part of it was that he did not want his Little Raven to get hurt again, but the other part was that Bran was his.
    Chris had put his hands on Brandon, had touched him, kissed him… hurt him. Sam was seeing red. He knew he was being irrational, and jealous, but he could not control it. He'd never had anything to be jealous about before, so this was a very new feeling for him. One he didn't completely understand, and was having a difficult time facing. By the time they reached the