Page 48 of Wings of Strife
“Focus on remembering what it felt like at that well, when your friends were so close to death and knowing there was nothing you could do to stop it.”
The line between her delicate brows intensifies along with her determination, and the dagger glows. It only lasts a second before it fades, gone so quickly I could have missed it with one wrongly timed blink.
A grin splits my lips as she opens her eyes, looking at the dagger for any sign that it worked. From deep within the steel, a soft yellow glow emanates. It’s faint, but it’s exactly what she needed to see to really know what everyone has been telling her. Shecando this.
Excitement overtakes her until she’s jumping with joy and I watch her, half considering joining her. She gently places the dagger on the workbench and throws her arms around me. Hell, we don’t even know if what she imbued is enough to take down a demon, but it’s enough to give the hope of more. A brighter future. A real chance to take those bastards down and avenge all the angels they’ve taken from this world.
Her energy fuels my own until I pick her up, her legs wrapping around my waist while I twirl us around. “You did it,” I whisper in her ear.
Her hands trail across my shoulders and up my neck, sending shivers down my spine. “I did it,” she says, pulling back just enough to grip both sides of my face before diving in to plant a kiss on my lips.
It barely lasts a second, just enough to tease me with what I could have before she jumps out of my arms. She presses her fingers to her mouth and looks at me like she thinks I’m mad at her. “I’m sorry,” she says, cheeks turning red. “I know you don’t want …”
Is this what Theo was talking about? And Raphael? Have I truly been such an asshole that she thinks I’m disinterested? But how could she, after everything we’ve shared? The kiss at her parents’ house, that night in my dorm. How can she not see how enthralled I am?
“Fuck it,” I say and haul her into me, placing my lips on hers. She gasps in shock and I use the moment to delve my tongue forward, stroking it against hers. The groan that leaves her lips is sultry as she digs at my shirt like she’s trying to weld us together, get us as close as angelically possible, so there’s not an ounce of space between us. I allow it, feeling like for once we’re on the same page.
Gripping her ass, I lift her into my arms. Just like before, she wraps her legs around me, grinding against my erection until I growl. “Feel this?” I thrust against her. “This is what you do to me,” I say against her mouth, feeling wild and out of control.
“Zeke,” she breathes, making me lose the small ounce of restraint I had to let her take the lead.
If she was unsure how obsessed I am before, she’ll have no doubts after today.
I turn toward the workbench and set her down, being very careful to move the blade we imbued earlier out of the way. “I need to taste you, hummingbird.” She doesn’t protest when I flick open the button of her pants or pull the zipper down. Allshe does is lift up so I can pull them and her underwear down, revealing her slick heat to me.
I don’t waste any time spreading her thighs. Her pretty pink pussy glistens, beckoning me forward until I burrow my face between her legs. She rests them on my shoulders, gripping my hair as I devour her, sucking and stroking, using just my tongue to fuck her until she moans.
Hayliel tastes like a freshly picked peach on a summer day. Sweet and bright. I would gladly feast on her every day for the rest of my life. That thought hits me like a brick, but I don’t focus on it now. Not when she’s spread out beneath me like this.
“More.”
I smile against her and give in to her demands. If she wants more, I’ll give it to her.
My tongue laps against her clit while I push one finger, then two inside her wet warmth. She stretches around my fingers, soft gasps escaping her lips, and when I pump my fingers, she tosses her head back.
My dick is rock solid while I watch, but as much as I want to pull it out and replace my fingers with it, I hold back. This isn’t about me. This is about her. Her needs and wants, and making sure she feels every ounce of attraction I have for her, even if that means keeping my dick tucked away.
“Zeke,” she moans, “I’m so close.”
“I know, baby.” My fingers pulse, pressing against that special place inside that I know turns her feral, and when her eyes flash open, I’m positive she’ll fall apart in mere seconds. I suck her sensitive little nub into my mouth and she shatters, her pussy clenching around my fingers like she’ll never let me go.
Slowing my movements, I don’t let up, letting her ride out the orgasm for as long as possible before standing upright. Her eyes are hooded and full of desire as she pulls me up for a kiss, not at all caring that her own juices coat my tongue.
The kiss turns needy, more demanding, right as the door to the workshops opens and my dad says, “Zeke, what—Oh. I, uh, I’ll come back.”
Hayliel turns to stone beneath me, with her eyes glued to the now closed door. “Oh fuck. Did your dad just …?”
I chuckle. “Looks like he did.”
“Why are you laughing!” She swats my arm, pushing me away so she can jump down off the table. “Your dad just caught me in his workshop with my pants around my fucking ankles,” she says, keeping her voice low as she pulls the aforementioned pants up.
“Want to meet him?”
She glares at me; her face still flushed from her orgasm and probably from the embarrassment of my dad walking in on us. “Not like I have a choice now, is it?”
Her response only makes me laugh more. I pull her into me, kissing the top of her head lightly. “I’m sorry. It’ll be fine, hummingbird. This is just as awkward for him as it is for you. For us.”
“Not helping, Ezekiel.”
