Page 9 of Under His Wings

I swallowed, my throat bobbing as Zach moved closer, seating himself next to me and practically whispering in my ear. Uh-oh, now all my senses were going haywire. He was so close I could nearly feel the heat of his body and, when his hand landed on my thigh, I had to suppress a squeak. He was engaging all my senses alright! Deliberately, I’m sure, that crafty fox. Something about how proficient he was at cooking was already getting me hot. I knew I had a competency kink but cooking? That was a new one! But with the angel it somehow fit that I would daydream about watching him prepare complicated dishes and about sucking honey off his long, slender fingers after he was finished.

As if he read my mind, Zachariel reached to pick a fruit from the bowl and put it to my mouth. I licked my lips, warring with myself, but, in the words of the great Oscar Wilde, I could resist anything but temptation. I took the offered morsel and licked the fruit juice off Zach’s fingers. The taste was divine, and I chased down a droplet which slid down Zach’s hand, my tongue swiping over his offered palm.

“That’s it, good boy.”

That hit me like a punch and I had to wrestle back what meager control over the situation I had.

“On your knees,” I snarled.

Zachariel blinked slowly at me like a satisfied cat and folded to his knees with an elegance I was envious of. He was completely unashamed of his position, but he rose a mocking brow at me.

“Is it really what you want? For me to be on my knees?”

I had half of a mind to tell him to crawl between my thighs and suck my cock, but then I remembered how he managed to still be in charge the last time he had done that to me.

Think, Hellion, I admonished myself. You have ultimate power over an angel. Don’t waste it. Other demons would kill to be in your place.

“Strip.”

Maybe taking away the layers Zachariel could hide under would do the trick and show me the vulnerability I craved. But he was unbothered by my order. Zach stripped slowly, with a casual sensuality that wasn’t even a calculated move, just the angel’s natural grace. Previously, I didn’t take the time to properly appreciate his body, but I was going to make sure to leave no inch untouched this time. Every freckle, every scar, every special spot that was uniquely his was going to be mine.

Only...

As I stood up and circled around the kneeling, naked angel slowly I noticed Zach’s skin was perfect. Unnaturally so. It was eerie how I couldn’t spot even one blemish, one patch of rough skin, or any identifying marks. Did I ever look this bland? Perhaps, at the very beginning of my creation, but with time, with experience, with cultivating an actual personality and tastes, with experimenting, my body has settled into this form and now I had a spattering of freckles across my nose, a few small scars, spots of roughness on my skin... In contrast, the man before me was a completely blank page begging to be written on. I remembered how I joked to myself about how he looked like a poster boy for an idolized renaissance idea of an angel, but now it really seemed as if he was created just with factory settings. He was undeniably beautiful but my demonic heart ached at such a lack of individuality. The urge to mar this unsettling perfection was overwhelming. I practically salivated with the need to bite.

“You look hungry, Hellion. Are you sure you don’t want to be the one on your knees instead? To fit between my thighs like the little, pretty twink you are and have your fill of my cock until you can feel it in the back of your throat?”

That motherfucker. Hah. Here it was. Zachariel’s body may be boring but his mind certainly wasn’t. How did he know how to push all my buttons? His personality was maddeningly unique, infuriating, and... fascinating. I leaned down to finally sink my teeth into his shoulder—

“Hey!” I yelped as Zachary pulled me over his shoulder and made me tumble into his lap.

His hands were like vices around my wrists as I yanked at his hold. He was still kneeling, making a mockery out of his careless obedience while he tried to keep me prisoner. Heat pulsed in my veins.

“You can tell me to stop,” Zachariel murmured against my throat, feeling my thrumming pulse with his lips. “But don’t worry, as you wanted to order me around today I won’t do anything to you until you tell me exactly what you want me to do.”

It was a promise and a threat in one. Giving myself over to the submission was the hardest thing I ever had to do but at the same time it was easier than just... just asking for it! I couldn’t do it! Surely, if I didn’t push him away, didn’t protest, made myself open and receptive... I tilted my head back, baring my throat, issuing a wordless invitation. A soft kiss was all the acknowledgement I got. Zachariel seemed happy to sit with me in his lap for an eternity, doing exactly nothing! Oh, how I hated him.

“Mark me,” I said, even if it cost me all the breath in my lungs.

The hickey Zachariel sucked on my skin was worth asking for it. Knowing more of this was in my reach if I said the words was pure torture. Suddenly, what I wanted the most in the world was not to have the angel humiliated and crawling at my feet, but to be under his hands once more.

“Take... take off my shirt,” I gasped out and I was rewarded by those too-perfect hands sliding under the fabric of my top and peeling it away. A natural progression would be for the angel to continue undressing me but his hands returned primly to his sides after his task was done. Did I have to instruct him to do every little thing? To guide him through every move, every stroke, every idea? I wanted to get lost in my head, to feel, not to think, not to...!

Oh.

Not to lead.

The control I fought for at the beginning of this evening felt like a fool’s gold when I knew true riches laid elsewhere.

My nails dug into white skin as I closed my eyes tightly.

“What do you want?” Zach entreated with a voice like molten lava.

“Touch me,” I said and when he did the words spilled from my mouth in a torrent that couldn’t be stopped anymore. “Keep touching me. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”

His hands mapped my skin, fingers splaying over my chest, raking down my back, gripping my hair hard.

My gasp reverberated through the room. Yes, yes, this was what I wanted. But no, I wanted more. So much more. A hard yank on my hair made me snap my eyes open and stare straight into Zach’s electric blue eyes.

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