“Because it’s what you wanted… no one else is supposed to… to touch me.”
“Do you want someone else to touch you?” His hand moves lower, cupping my balls through my pants as my knees spread, giving him room. “Choose your next words very carefully. You may be the forgiving type, Micah, but I'm no angel. I’m not above ending someone’s pitiful life for being the object of your fantasies.”
The threat shouldn’t turn me on even more, but my eyes roll back into my head and I moan as he emanates a low growl. “N-no… never. No one else, there’s no one else.”
“Why not?” He grips my caged dick again, giving me a rough jostle. “Who does this belong to?”
“It’s yours… only yours.”
His other hand wraps around my throat, caressing his palm up and down the column of my neck. “Say it like you mean it, angel.”
“It’s your cock, Xal.”
“That’s fucking right, it is.” I gasp as he grabs both sides of my pants and rips. The button flies and clatters against thefloor as the material shreds. Snarling, he spins me and shoves me towards the tables, the wooden edge digging into my thighs. In an instant, he’s behind me, sliding my pants over my ass until I'm exposed. Rough fingers clutch the sensitive spot where my wings meet my back, and he forces me to bend over. He thrusts against my ass so hard he knocks me forward, my chest sprawling on the tabletop.
“Stay down, angel.” His growl is a low warning that makes the blood rush to my face as I try to lift my torso. My heart thrashes against my ribs like a trapped bird, the thrill of the fight sparking a fire in my belly as he wrestles me down. A warm hand clamps to the back of my neck, forcing my cheek against the table as a zipper whirs. “Stay right there with your ass in the air like the good little whore you are.”
A moan rips loose as he leans in and spits on my hole, his fingers tightening on my neck as his cock presses against me. “Should fuck you dry for what you did to me,” he mumbles as I hear the snick of a bottle cap. “Hurt you like you hurt me.”
“Xal, I’m sorry,” I whimper, but he shushes me.
“Don’t worry, pretty angel. You’ll have plenty of time to make it up to me.” There’s an obscene slick noise and cool dampness on my hole as he lubes us both. His hips drive forward, and I call out as he pushes inside me in a single thrust. “Fuck, you get too tight when I’m not there to keep you open all night.”
My fingers dig into the table’s edge, my knuckles white as he pulls out and thrusts in again. He bottoms out with an obscene slap of skin as I arch my spine, offering myself to him. I want to fall apart by his hands, be torn into pieces and rewritten by his will.
I want to behis,body and soul, in every possible way.
“This is what I have to do to get you to listen, huh? I have to fuck the sense back into you?” The angle hits where ithurts so good, and the impact sends a jolt of pure, exhilarating pleasure through me. Days of pent-up tension coil in my core—scorching and wild, and desperate to break free. Xalreth clutches my wings, using them as leverage as he slams into me.
“Yes,” I gasp, “yes, God, yes—”
“Don’t you even think about coming yet,” he warns as he fucks me harder, jolting my body and causing the table to scoot forward, screeching against the floor in time with his thrusts.
“But… but I…fuck, I need to,” I whimper as his fingers clamp on my wings, hitting those nerves that send pleasure rippling through me like lightning. The sensation spiderwebs across my skin as my pulse thuds all the way to my toes, and I feel every drag of his fingertips over my feathers.
That part of me has always been guarded, never allowing another person to touch me there. Hell, I’ve never given my back to anyone, much less the vulnerability of my wings. But with him, it’s not even a question. It’sright.
“Not until you’re allowed,” he grits out, and I fight my body as I thrash my head in a nod. His movements falter, losing his rhythm as his hips snap against my ass. Skin slaps skin as he releases the most delicious chorus of uncontrolled, desperate sounds.
My name leaves him in a shout as he drives forward and pins me there. Warmth floods inside me as he comes, and it takes every ounce of my self-control not to lose it. When his grip on my wings relaxes, he canopies over me and presses a kiss on my spine as he gives a few languid thrusts of his hips.
“I’m going to pull out now, angel, and I need you to hold all that inside you. Clench for me, okay?” A few drops escape as his cock slips free, and I squeeze my muscles as he drags his palms along my skin.
“You’re fucking beautiful, do you know that?” He sinks to his knees, pressing a series of kisses along my thighs and ass. Icall out in surprise when his tongue drags a wet stripe over my balls, then travels up between my cheeks. He spreads me and licks across my hole, and I groan as I lose my grip. The warm rush of his release slides out of me, lapped up by his waiting mouth.
A feral growl rumbles from his chest as he spears his tongue into me. A million sensations attack me at once—the squeeze of his fingertips as he spreads me open, the tickle of spit and cum sliding down my skin, and the wet, filthy sounds he makes as he devours me. My core aches, begging for release as I grip the table harder.
“It’s too much, Xal…fuck,it’s too much.” He groans his approval as I grind against his mouth. Over and over, his tongue takes slow, deliberate passes over my hole before he plunges it back inside. My muscles clench tighter, not trying to hold him in this time, but trying to hold back.
A wicked chuckle vibrates against my skin as he grips my hipbones and stands. His hips snap forward, knocking a strangled shout out of me as he tunnels inside me once more. His fingers tighten as he moves me against him, drawing out until he’s barely inside me before slamming back in.
“God, you make the prettiest noises,” he purrs as he slaps us together, the wet sound positively obscene.
“Xal,” I moan, my whole body being jarred by the force of his thrusts. “Xal, I have to come… I can’t…fuck,I can’t…” My release slams into me as my muscles tremble, making a mess of my leg and the floor. He grunts and drives forward, his fingers leaving bruises as he fills me a second time.
I sag against the table with a shuddering sigh as his mouth and tongue leisurely drag over my skin, charting a lazy path of kisses. His hips rock, thrusting his release deeper into me as he coats every part of my body in his scent. I whimper whenhe pulls out, and it’s silent as his cum drips into a puddle on the ground beneath me.
He guides me to lie on my back, my wings tucking away as I roll. “Look at you,” he murmurs as his eyes rake my skin. My shirt hangs in tatters and my ripped pants pool around my ankles. He leans over me and presses his lips against mine, hooking his arm underneath me. Our kiss is never interrupted as he lifts me to sit on the edge of the table, and he stands between my knees.
