By the Gate, I was responding as if I’d never been touched. I knew better; this had to be a purely physical merge, not a spiritual one. She might not be a normal Novice, but she was still fragile. I fought to keep that at the forefront of my mind as she sucked my cock into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing out. I fought to even remember my own name when she began humming, her hand gripping me below her lips as she tried to fit all of me inside her.
My hands tangled in her soft, silver hair and my pelvis lifted to meet her rhythm until I knew I was losing the battle to pace myself. I was not going to spill into her mouth before she had experienced the pleasure I could give her.
“Enough,” I panted. “I let you have your fun. Now it’s time foryouto feel.” She pulled her mouth off my cock with a playful pop that almost tumbled me over the edge, and I gripped her arms, pulling her warm body up until our faces were even. “Naughty mate.”
“Merge me, baby,” she whispered, and I chuckled into her neck as I licked and sucked my way down to her breasts, flipping her over so I rested on my elbows above her. Her nipples were small and tight, and when I flicked one with my tongue, she writhed. Not enough. I wanted her to be completely undone, fighting for her balance as she’d done to me.
I let a thread of my innermost soul—the smallest filament I could gather—well up at the tip of my tongue, and drew her nipple into my mouth, carefully wrapping the tendril around the small bud. Then, when she began to move again, I sent a larger burst of emotion—my longing for her, my pleasure in her taste and how soft she felt—pulsing through the thread.
“Mik!” she cried out, her back arching high off the bed, her small fists drumming the cloth as she thrashed under the waves of bliss.
“Too much?” I asked gently when she spiraled back down. Her face was flushed, sweat dampening the hair that fell on her cheeks and neck. I pressed gentle kisses against her hairline, waiting for her answer.
She stared at me for a few more seconds, a strange smile on her face, then giggled. “You just… made me come… by sucking one nipple.”
“Think what I can do with two,” I said helpfully.
Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she muttered, “Once you go Heigel Jelly, you never go back,” as I set my lips to her other nipple. After her next orgasm, she begged me to stop messing around and pushed my head to her core. I resisted, taking my time to trace angelic sigils of love and protection on her flesh as I moved down her taut stomach.
She let out a garbled cry as I wrapped my hands around her thighs and spread her open like a feast. “I know what you need, sweet soul,” I murmured, rubbing my scarred face against the perfect, smooth flesh of her inner thighs. I squeezed her thighs almost roughly as she struggled, pleading with me to taste her. “I will,” I promised. “But I’m going to lick all of you. Every last holy inch. I’m going to drink your pleasure like wine.”
She sobbed as I slowly, deliberately licked and nibbled my way to the juncture of her thighs and her core… then lapped once before withdrawing to repeat my journey on the other thigh.
When I finally allowed myself to taste her, my eyes rolled back at the sweet warmth that met my tongue. Her clit was swollen and pink, practically begging for my attention, and I gave it. I pulled it into my mouth, humming around it, using my tongue to flicker faster than any human could—and then sucked, drawing it into my mouth and tying the thinnest thread of my own soul that I could pull around it before giving it a sharp tug. She screamed her pleasure to the rafters as she came, and then came again, as I plucked the thread of my soul like a harp string, making love to her in the way only a High Angelus with perfect control of his energies could.
By the time she had splintered three more times, the air around us was charged with my energy—and with some of hers, from the silver and pink glittering sparks that danced through the thicker tendrils of mine. I reeled my energy back in, knowing that it was time to complete our physical joining. And that if I were going to lose control, it would be when I entered her.
“Come once more, my love,” I said, my words muffled in her damp heat. “Once more and I’ll fill you.”
“Please, no more,” she begged, her sweat-dampened hair slapping the pillow as she thrashed. “Now, Mikhail. I need you inside me.”
“Anything you ask,” I promised, and pushed myself up and over her, notching the crown of my cock at her opening. Her eyes shot open as I began to press into her, and tears rolled from the sides of both eyes.
“Are you hurt?” I stopped immediately, though I thought I might die if I had to stop entirely.
“No,” she whispered. “You’re just… so beautiful.”
“Ah, sweet soul.” Stretching my wings out, I began to push into her slowly. “You are the most exquisite creature I have ever known.” I pulled out, then inched forward, working myself into her, trying to ignore the way her walls gripped me, fighting the pleasure that threatened to swamp me. But it was building, like a tsunami in the distance.
The expressions that flickered over her features astonished me. Raw desire, joy, fierce passion, admiration, and an unquestioning acceptance. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought this was a true merging, that I had been granted entrance to her heart as well as her body.
“You are magnificent, my mate,” I rasped as I moved inside her, my hands tracing her lines and curves, memorizing the way she moved and breathed. “You are perfect for me. Perfect in every way.”
I loved her. It wasn’t just the mate bond. I had tied her to me, and I knew I should be ashamed. But I couldn’t be. I had made her mine for all eternity, and if I had to spend a few thousand years apologizing, I would do so.
All I knew was that without her, I would never be complete. She was quick-witted and kind even in the most horrific situations. Generous, irrepressibly optimistic, and thoughtful.
Somehow, I had burdened her with a name that had ruined her earliest days. But now I could make it up to her. I thrust faster as I felt her passion begin to climb again. Her eyes opened, and golden light spilled out into the room.
“Mikhail!” she pleaded, and I loosened the smallest piece of my love and gratitude, my passion and longing, and set it on the tip of one fingertip. I reached down between us and found her clitoris, letting the spooled-up bit of my soul fly into her body at that almost oversensitive place. She flew apart at the same moment that my own pleasure began to crest.
I locked down my spirit, intent on only merging physically. But she let out a shout and grabbed my hand, lifting it to one side—and slapped it down over the feather I had given her.
The shock of it, the contact, and the look in her glazed eyes as she smiled up at me, murmuring, “I love you, Growly,” was more than I could take.
I roared my release, and let my soul fly to hers, lifting it up, singing my joy out to her in a song that had no words, only emotion. We spiraled up together into the cosmos, where we sailed for a short eternity… then fell back down into each other’s arms, whispering words of love and gratitude, and even prayers, until she fell asleep, smiling.
And to my surprise, I followed her, dreaming of the Celestial Realm, filled with singing and shouts of joy at our homecoming.
