Page 36 of Wings of Strife
“You’re one lucky angel, that’s for sure,” the healer says once I put my shirt back on and sit on the edge of the examination table. “And you said lightning struck you? Hmm. There must have been something else nearby that took the brunt of the energy, because normally you’d be a wreck. Aside from some bruising on your chest and ribs, there’s no serious damage. The bruises should heal by tomorrow, but I’d recommend you take it easy for the rest of the day just to be safe. And no more electricity play, do you hear me?”
She gives us both a stern look before leaving. Wait. Does she think we … Laughter tumbles up from my throat as I realize exactly where she thinks this little wound came from. Sex andelectricity. Now I’m intrigued. Maybe once we forget about this silly mishap, my guys would be willing to explore with me.
“How do you feel?”
My gaze meets Raphael’s. He’s looming over me, brow furrowed as his eyes roam over my body, looking for any sign of injury.
“You heard the healer. I’m a little bruised and beaten, but I’ll survive.”
“Archangels’ balls. I can’t … fuck.” He gathers me into his arms and breathes in the scent of my wet hair. “I’m not sure how many more times I’ll survive watching you get hurt.”
“Trust me, I’m about done with it, too. But I’m sorry. I—”
“Don’t you dare apologize.” Pulling back, he cups my face in his large hands, thumbs gently caressing my cheeks. “None of this is on you. It’s on them. The assholes I want to obliterate from this city so they can never try to take you from me again. Because without you all the color would fade from this world. I would cease to exist, sunshine.”
My eyes sting as his words absorb into my soul. “It’s the same for me with you, Raph. I would die before I let anything happen to you, and apparently I’m damn near unkillable, so you’re stuck with me.”
He kisses me, but it’s not gentle or meek. It’s hunger. Desire. Need. All the things I’m feeling but doubled.
“Fuck, baby. I need you,” Raph groans, fumbling with his pants.
I help him pull them down, freeing his jutting erection and wrapping my hand around it. “Please,” I whimper. He slides a hand beneath my skirt, pulls my underwear aside, and shoves two fingers inside me.
A growl leaves him when he finds me wet and waiting. Desperate for him. His other hand grips the side of the examtable so hard his knuckles turn white. “I’ll try to be gentle, but I don’t—”
“I can take it. Just fuck me already.”
My bright, funny angel doesn’t hesitate. He pulls his fingers out, rubbing my wetness along the length of his cock before plunging it inside me to the hilt. He pumps into me with long, quick strokes. I stifle my moan, not wanting anyone to hear us and barge in. It’s just him and me.
His thrusts turn so ferocious, all I can do is sit there and take it. I lean back on my elbows for leverage as he grips my thighs and holds me steady while he fucks the breath straight from my lungs. It doesn’t matter that we have to be quiet. I can barely breathe through the sensations of pleasure, let alone scream.
“Are you close, baby? Please tell me you’re close.”
A strangled “Mmm” is all I can muster before stars dance behind my eyes and it’s like the entire galaxy implodes within this room.
“Oh, fuck,” Raph groans as he goes over the edge with me. He doesn’t pull out right away, both of us content to just sit here joined like this. Outside of this room, reality is waiting for us, but in here we can pretend things aren’t so shitty.
“I can’t lose you, little sun,” Raph whispers.
“Neither can I.” I kiss his chest. “I’ve got a training session with the others soon. Why don’t we go get a head start and—”
“Oh no, no. You’re taking a rest day. Doctor’s orders. And if I have to tie you down, well,” his smile turns wicked, “it will be my pleasure.”
17
The sky is dark when I fly from Power house to Fallen house.
There’s not another soul awake below me, but I’m okay with that. A yawn threatens to escape and I let it out as I land just outside the front house doors, stretching away some of my tired fog. Things have been nonstop in the week since Castiel told us what Hayliel is. Between classes, research, and combat training, none of us have had a moment to relax.
Training has been fun at least, though I hate to admit it with Ezekiel as our teacher. Mira and Castiel have done their own lessons, and it’s surprising how much they know. Castiel makes sense. He’s been around longer than dirt, but Mira is a mystery. We found out recently she’s a Pure—likely the reason she hasn’t joined the Guild herself—and despite her father being a lieutenant, it still shocks me that she knows as much as shedoes. The forbidden rune, how to disarm someone while barely breaking a sweat. It’s impressive.
Still, I can’t figure out what exactly she’s getting from helping us. Whatever it is will eventually come to light. Secrets don’t stay hidden forever.
I pull out my slate, and there’s a text from Theo telling me he’s on his way. I consider calling Raduriel again despite the early hour. He’s been avoiding my calls, and although my dear mother tells me he’s been pulled away for work and that I should leave him alone, I rarely do what she tells me. I tuck the device away, not wanting to deal with more disappointment when he inevitably doesn’t pick up.
We’re running out of time, and I need his contact. I guess the joke is on me for ever thinking I could rely on him.
Hayliel’s been working hard at trying to summon and harness sunfire, but it’s only made her exhausted. Knowing that, I probably shouldn’t be knocking on her door at the ass crack of dawn, but we practically forced her to bed early last night.
