“I don’t want to come again yet,” he whines. “I’m going to come in your hole tonight. I’m going to make you filthy and mine.”
“I’m already yours,” I tell him, fucking him faster and harder. I wrap an arm around his waist and pull him up to me so he’s kneeling on top of me, ass slapping my thighs as I fuck into him. “Shit. Fuck.”
“Is that all you got, Azriel?” Elijah taunts, and I can hear the smirk in his voice. “Won’t you give me more?”
Grabbing his hips, I fuck him harder and faster, and his hole tightens around me. He’s not touching his cock yet, and I know he wants me to come inside of him so we can flip. He wants to mark me tonight. And I’m ready to give this part of me over to him.
My wings tremble violently with my pleasure, something I’ve never felt before, and I bury myself into his neck and groan. “Saint, sinner, lover, lamb,” I whisper against his skin, and he moans. “Mine, mine, all fuckingmine.”
I come with a growl, burying my cock as deep as it’ll go. I fuck him through my orgasm, hoping it pushes him closer to his. I want to feel him drip out of me, and I want it right now.
Elijah lifts himself off my cock and turns around, pushing me down onto the tile until I’m lying on my back. He spreads mylegs, urging me to hold them for him, as he slathers lube on his cock and presses it to my entrance. He’s gentle as the head of his cock slips into my hole, a burning sensation gripping me when he pushes through the ring of muscle. He thrusts into me softly, slowly, and I accidentally shut my eyes when he bottoms out.
“Eyes on me, Az,” Elijah demands. “You need to see who’s fucking you tonight. The only man who will be fucking you for the rest of your days.”
“Swear it,” I growl. “Swear it’ll be forever.”
Elijah’s features are tight, and he’s clearly holding back. “I swear it.” He runs a hand down my chest and abs until it wraps around my half-hard cock, and I shiver at how sensitive it feels. He tugs on it, making it harden once more, and begins to move slowly.
His hips roll sensually, and I watch in awe as he absolutely fucking glows. My thighs wrap around his hips as he goes deeper, hitting my prostate, and my back bows off the ground. I throw my head back and groan, panting, and he does it over and over again. We’re both wordless and sputtering for breath, and this just feels like more. More than fucking. This feels like I’m giving him a piece of me I’ve never handed over before.
“Elijah,” I gasp. “You fuck me so good. Please don’t stop. Please right there?—”
“Here?”
“Yes, yes!” I moan loudly as he hits my prostate once more. “Please.”
“What are you begging for?” he asks, jerking my cock fast and hard as he fucks me. “You want me to paint you with my cum, Azriel? Claim you once and for all? Make you mine?”
“Yes.” I nod, my hands roaming down his back and grabbing his ass as I push him deeper into me. “All of that. Give me everything. I want it all.”
My spine begins to tingle the longer he works my body like an instrument, and it feels like all my strings are about to snap. The room begins to glow, starting from the symbols carved into the tile. It’s a golden light rising from the ground up, wrapping around Elijah and I as he goes faster. He looks around in awe, mouth agape, and he hits my prostate again, causing my body to tighten with my release.
Cum explodes out of my cock as I rock my hips into him and chase friction. My orgasm goes on for what feels like forever, and Elijah’s hand wraps around my throat tightly as he comes inside of me. I feel his cock throb and liquid heat fill my insides, but what actually makes me feel powerful is the way he looks. Wrecked. Absolutely unraveled. When he makes eye contact with me, his fingers flex on my neck, and he shudders.
Something happened between us tonight.
Something…more.
That’s undeniable.
It cements everything I’ve believed to be true—that this is the right choice for both of us. That we belong together and to each other. That nothing and no one will tear us apart.
Not now.
Not ever.
A YEAR LATER…
The bell above the door chimes when Azriel comes into our shop, and I smile at him widely as I put the lady’s items in a bag and hand them to her. I tell her to have a good day, and she tells me to do the same. She looks around at the eclectic decor one more time before she heads for the door and leaves, and I grin. I love it here. Owning a shop selling banned books, candles, and charms in the French Quarter in New Orleans is not what I thought I’d be doing with my life, but I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
Having the freedom to live my life as I choose, to love who I love, is a gift I never thought I’d receive. And I owe it all to Azriel, the love of my life. He’s walked alongside me in human skin for a year now, only letting his wings come out in our home, where no one can see him. I’ve loved every second of seeing him come out of his shell and discovering who he is as a person, and I’m sure he’s loved every second of seeing me do the same. We’re learningand growing together, walking this life side by side with fingers interlaced. We’reliving.
Living has never felt so good, and the seminary closing in Texas has just been the cherry on top. No one knows how or why it happened, but I have a sneaking suspicion it’s thanks to Azriel. He’ll never admit to it though, and I don’t care enough about that place to pressure him. I’m just happy it’s over. That we’re out of there, and that no more people will get hurt because of that cult. Because that’s what it is, a cult. I don’t believe in religion anymore, and the God I believed in all my life is a God of punishment, not love. Now, my beliefs have shifted. I believe in what Azriel gives me every day—his heart, his soul, his everything. That’s all I need, all I’ll ever need.
I watch as Azriel shuts the door and locks it, flipping the sign from open to closed. He turns around with a grin on his face, and I raise an eyebrow. We’re not supposed to close for another two hours, so whatever he has planned better be good. Though I truly don’t mind spending every waking moment by his side, no matter what we’re doing.
He makes his way towards me, offering his hand when he finally stops a few feet across from me. I walk to him and take it, and he leans in and gives me a soft kiss on the lips, then drags me to the back of the store where the stairs lead to our apartment on the second story. We live in the heart of the French Quarter, and while the place is not big by any means, it works for us. My favorite part of the apartment has to be the balcony overlooking the streets of New Orleans. I live for the people watching.
