“Show me,” Elijah says, raising his chin defiantly. “Let me see what’s so scary about you.”
I shake my head.
“I won’t let you leave me.” He takes a step forward, grabbing the back of my neck and pressing his lips to mine briefly. It feels like I’m going to plummet into an abyss, and I don’t know how to stop myself from taking the plunge. “I won’t allow it.”
I take a step back and close my eyes, summoning my true form. I feel my wings sprout from my back, spreading wide, and open my eyes. His jaw is slack, and though he’s seen them before, I haven’t shown him like this. There are shadows dancing around me, yet my skin glows golden. His eyes are transfixed on the ancient symbols carved into my skin.
Anxiety makes my hands shake as he looks at me top to bottom, then his eyes focus on my face. He sucks in a sharp breath, and it terrifies me. I knew I shouldn’t have shown him. He’s scared. I know it?—
“You’re so beautiful, Azriel,” Elijah says in a hoarse voice. “The most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen. You’re divine.”
Divine.
Elijah falls to his knees in front of me, running his warm fingers up the back of my thighs and gripping my ass as he gets closer to me. He doesn’t break eye contact. It’s surreal, and it makes me tremble as if I’ve never had anyone on their knees before me. But he’s different. He’s the only one who’s mattered this much.
“Let me worship you, baby,” he says softly. “Please. I—I want…”
“Yes, Elijah?” I ask softly. “What do you want?”
“Your cock,” he says confidently, and it makes my balls tighten. He raises his chin. “Feed it to me.”
“You want me to stuff my cock between those perfect lips and fuck your throat?” I ask him hoarsely, gripping my cock and pressing it to his soft lips. I smear the precum all over the bottom one, and when his tongue makes contact with my slit, I whimper. “Fuck, Elijah.”
Elijah nods, parting his lips and directing my cock into his mouth. The first suck is heavenly—absolutely euphoric as he twirls his tongue around the head. His hands tighten on my ass as he pushes me deeper into his mouth, and I bury my fingers in his hair and grip it roughly, thrusting my cock in and out of his mouth. I go as deep as I can, feeling his throat contract around me when I hit the back of it. He gags violently, and I try to pull away slightly, but it only makes him grip me harder.
“Oh, fuck, Eli,” I moan loudly, starting to feel a tinge of desperation taking over. “What I feel for you—it’s too much, too deep, too fast. But I—I can’t help it. I can’t stop myself. Please tell me you feel it too,” I beg. “Please show me.”
Elijah bobs his head faster, taking me deeper somehow. He looks feral as he swallows my cock over and over, and when he reaches around and cradles my balls in his hand, I tense, feeling my impending orgasm rushing to the surface. He squeezes softly, making me gasp, and my hips suddenly have a mind of their own as I pound my cock into his throat. There are tears in his eyes, streaking down his face, and spit coating his chin and my groin, running down my balls now too.
“That’s it, my pretty little slut,” I groan. “Let me come down your throat. Let me use you as a fuck hole.” Elijah moans when I say this to him, and my spine tingles as my balls draw up. “Yes?—”
Elijah’s moans rival my own as I tense and start to come, shooting my load down his throat. His eyes widen as I begin to glow, my skin shining golden as I call out his name, both myhands wrapping around his head as I shove him down on my cock. I come for what feels like forever, and he swallows it all, falling onto his ass when I let go of him. My breathing is labored as I stare down at him, and he’s slack-jawed and wide-eyed as I kneel in front of him.
I reach out, tracing my fingers down his cheek and gripping his jaw. Elijah looks wrecked, and right as our lips are about to meet, he whispers, “I love you. Even if it damns me.”
My sharp intake of breath is loud as his words echo in my mind, and I shake my head. “Nothing this precious will ever damn you, Elijah,” I whisper, caressing his cheek again. “I won’t let it.”
“A-are you…” Elijah trails off, gulping as I look into his very blue eyes. “Are you in love with me?”
“Of course I am,” I reply softly, pressing my lips to his for a moment, then pulling back. “What’s not to love?”
Elijah’s perfect face contorts into a smile. Full lips stretching wide and narrow nose crinkling with happiness. His almond-shaped blue eyes have fine lines in the corners, and it’s just evidence of how I affect him. It stops my heart.
Iwish he could see himself the way I see him. If he did, he’d never question his worth again.
Never.
The chapel is quiet, save for Father Jacob’s booming voice as he goes on and on about purity and sin, and it feels oddly directed at me. I’m not trying to be paranoid, but his eyes have gravitated toward me the entire time we’ve been in mass. I’m sitting at the beginning of the pew, closest to the aisle, hoping that I can make a quick escape once we’re done receiving communion and get dismissed. I have a feeling I won’t be allowed to go that easily, and my stomach churns at the thought of being singled out again.
Micah has been avoiding me. He won’t sit with me anymore or even look my way, and it’s bothering me for multiple reasons. For one, I thought we were friends. Good friends.Bestfriends, even. That’s clearly done and over with, and I’m pretty sure he spoke to Father Jacob if the evil glint in his eyes is any indication. I want to say I can’t believe he’d do that, but he told me he would. When people show you their true colors, you better believe them.
I look over at Micah, who faces forward, unflinching when Father Jacob calls my name. I, however, do flinch. I do it so hardmy neck hurts from it, and I exhale roughly when all eyes turn to me. All eyes except for my friend’s. The only friend I’ve ever had. It pisses me off, and I have to breathe in deeply and remind myself I’m not that person. That I’m a man of God. And men of God don’t lose their temper.
Wait.
I’mnota man of God anymore though. I can’t be. Not if the way Father Jacob is sneering at me is any indication. He walks down the aisle and stands a few feet from where I’m sitting, casting a glance around the chapel as if looking for something. Or, rather, someone. Azriel, I realize.
My hands turn clammy, and a shiver runs down my spine at the thought of them doing something to him. I’m not sure what it is they could do, but the thought of him being out of my life forever has my lip curling in a sneer. I won’t let them take him away from me. Over my dead body.
