“How many is this, angel? How many marks are on your leg?”
“Six,” he moans as he rolls his hips harder.
“That’s right, beautiful. And how many are on mine?”
“Hmm… four.”
“Seems like the odds are stacked in your favor, doesn’t it?” He releases a breathy little laugh as I drag my fingertips along the defined V in his abs. “Do you know what I call these?” I ask as I nip his shoulder a second time, and he shakes his head as he thrusts back on me. “Cum gutters. And…” My finger travels over the muscles and lower, tracing the openings of his cage as he releases another of his perfect fucking whines. “Any idea why I call them that?”
“Wh… why?”
“Because when I come all over your chest and abs, they’ll make sure it lands where it’s supposed to… right on top of this pretty cock.”
“Please,” he whispers, and I grip his hips, thrusting harder and meeting him for every backward push. My lips chart a path across his back, noticing the raised sections of flesh between his shoulder blades for the first time. Faint light pulses underneath the skin, the same purple as his eyes. I press a kiss on one and he stiffens with a moan.
“Oh, that’s fascinating, isn’t it? What do we have here?”
“Wings,” he manages to say as I pull my hand to his shoulder and trace them. Static charge crackles over my fingertips as Micah moans louder.
“Are they sensitive, angel?” His head nods in a frantic rush as he tenses and his muscles grow tight. I’m able to read his body so well that I know he’s close to falling over the edge again. “Has anyone else ever touched you here?”
“No,” he whispers, glancing over his shoulder at me.
“I’m your first?” In the darkness, his eyes glow with a faint purple that reflects off the dark hues of my skin, but it disappears as his eyelids slam closed. He nods, and my inner demon purrs its satisfaction. “What if I said I want to be your only? That I never want anyone else to see you like this? Would you grant me that?”
“I think I’d give you anything you asked for,” he whispers, so quiet I’m not sure he meant me to hear it.
My heart pinches as I kiss along his spine, and I change direction before we cross a line neither of us could return from. “You’re going to come too fast if I keep touching them.”
“Please, just let me, Xal? Please?” His eyes open, and I lose myself in them as another few pieces of my defenses crumble. “Darling, please?”
Darling.That pinch in my heart turns into a vise at the term of endearment.
“Do you believe you get whatever you want from me by begging?” The words were meant to be playful, but there’s a somberness to my voice as his faint smile flickers in the darkness.
“Please?” he asks again, then whines as my fingertips traces back over the raised skin.
“Why can’t I deny you?” I murmur, more to myself than to him.
“Because you lo—” Whatever he’s about to say is interrupted by a moan as I rub harder over his sensitive wing nub, feeling it roll underneath his skin. His shoulders and arms tremble as I kiss his neck, the raised flesh between his shoulders twitching under my fingers and making his entire body jolt. My heart thunders, thankful that the bomb he was about to put into the universe was disarmed before it could detonate.
If you never speak something aloud, it doesn’t become real. It can still be pretend, and secret, and it never has to turn into more than you can handle.
More than you can offer.
“Does that feel good, Micah?” Incapable of words, he nods again as his head thunks back onto my shoulder. Sweat beads on his forehead, and his tangled hair is wild around his flushed face. Swollen lips part in a silent gasp. “You’re such a beautiful mess,” I whisper, and I drive my hips forward as I press my thumb onto the root of his wing, putting more pressure on it as I spin in a steady circle. “Mybeautiful mess. Say it, angel… tell me you’re mine.”
“Yours,” he agrees as he twists his face to mine, and I catch his lips in a fumbling kiss. I find a spot on that sensitive flesh that makes his entire body jolt, and he moans against my mouth as I press harder on it. His mouth rips away from our kiss with a gasp as he compresses around me, his back arching as he trembles.
“Fuck,” I grunt as I drive forward, my whole body seized with the unexpected orgasm. I surround his torso with my arms and hold him against me, waves of pleasure passing between us as his heart pounds beneath my palm.
“Stay inside me,” he begs, shifting his hips as my release slides out of him. We’re both sticky and slick, but neither of us attempts to move. “Let me keep you there… don’t leave.”
“I won’t leave you, angel,” I whisper with another kiss to his shoulder, and he pushes out a relieved sigh as he lets himself relax. Soon, his muscles are twitching as he falls back asleep.
But not me.
No, I’m lying here, staring at the shape of his body and how well it fits against mine. I’m wide awake, wondering how in the world I got myself into this position.
