Fuck, more indeed.
Chapter Thirty
Juniper
Thanatos enveloped me in a cocoon of his wings, their ebony feathers cascaded around me like a shroud. Unlike Lucifer’s fire tipped wings that vanish, Thanatos’ wings remain steadfast, a constant presence. I find solace in their unchanging nature, for they are a testament of his feelings toward me since I’ve arrived here.
His wings were there when I first met him in the dark alley, bleeding and dying. They were there when I woke in his strange home, in the fourposter bed filled with candles and ominous light. They were here now, while he sleeps, draped across me like a blanket as he lightly snored with his face in my hair.
Shortly after taking me on the dance floor of the studio, his shadows surrounded us, making us vanish and appearing in the bed. The bed was enormous enough to house his massive wingsand our bodies and again he had his way with me until my throat was sore and sweat dripped down our skin.
I wanted to sleep after I don’t know how many rounds of his thick cock sliding in and out of my body. Like the gentleman Thanatos was, he carried me to the ensuite bathroom, which the Lord of the Underworld did not skimp on the slightest. This was a massive shower, heads coming out in every direction soothing the muscles I didn’t know I had and Thanatos washed every inch of my body.
If I wasn’t so exhausted, I think I would have gotten on my knees and inspected his cock with both my eyes and my mouth. I was very interested in the appendage he was sporting; it was nothing I have ever seen, and it was the star of the show for most of the night.
It was damn ribbed.
Who has ribbed cocks, seriously?
I chuckled softly, feeling the softness of his feathers beneath my hand. As I ran my fingers over them, their stunning beauty captivated me. They weren’t just onyx black; they shimmered with a mesmerizing, deep purple and blue iridescence. Each delicate feather seemed to have a magically infused rainbow within them.
As I fiddled with the feathers over my naked body, Thanatos tightened his hold over me. His possessive strength nearly choked me over my chest, and it constricted my heart in more of an emotional way.
As I continued to fiddle with the feathers, my skin prickled with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. The soft, delicate plumes brushed against my bare flesh, sending shivers down my spine. It’s as if they were extensions of Thanatos’ possessive touch, intensifying the sensation of his hold on me.
A heaviness settles over me, as if the weight of his possessive strength is pulling me deeper into his grasp. The feathersbecame a physical manifestation of the emotional entanglement, a constant reminder of the power he held over me. It was both exhilarating and suffocating, like dancing on the edge of a bladed sword, unsure whether to surrender or resist.
We had sex–that’s all it should have been, but it felt so damn more I didn’t know how to feel.
It was deeper, stronger. A connection between us and I’ve felt it all along even before we became physical. It was this bond. This mating thing that Uriel and Mariah told me. I knew there was something different about him and now that we have gone and done something as extreme as having sex, it was all complicated now.
But was it? Was it really that complicated?
I liked him, more than I should.
I pushed a heaving breath out of my nose.
Why should I be scared? If everything they said was true, I should be happy. This was soul mates. This was a little girl's dream to find your destined one.
I rolled over to face him. He loosened just enough so I could press my naked body into his. For a god that says he doesn’t get the luxury to sleep, he certainly sleeps like the dead.
Ha.
And what a beautiful sleeper he was.
His long, lustrous lashes fluttered delicately, framing his chiseled cheekbones that seemed as sharp as shards of glass. I can still recall the prickly sensation of his stubble grazing against my inner thighs, accentuating his ruggedness. Oh and his voice—the velvety timbre that comes from beneath his hood can make any woman melt with desire.
I reached out and pushed away a strand of his messy hair. His face automatically leaned into my touch. His bright blue eyes fluttered open to stare back at me. “Mortals need more sleep,” his voice rasped. “You should be sleeping.”
“And I thought gods didn’t need as much.”
His arm reached over and pulled me tighter around his naked body, his face burying into my hair. “I enjoy laying in your arms. I now see its appeal.”
I snorted, and took my nails and reached between his wings, running down the base lightly. He shivered and nibbled on my shoulder. “Yes, my treasure, please continue doing that.”
I chuckled and continued to explore his back and feathers while we lay there. The sun, or at least, I thought it is the beginning of a sunrise, shone through the stained-glass window above the bed and warmed the room.
My fingers traced from the base where his wings connect to his back outward, and I spread them apart. He stretched his wings so I could thread my fingers through each one and chills ran down his arms.
