Page 43 of Wings of Valor
“Absolutely fucking not,” Hayliel says with utter vehemence. “Just like with Serah, what happened to your dad isn’t your fault. He was protecting you when that demon attacked, Theo. That’s what parents do. What happened was awful, but it wasn’t your fault. And the fact that your mom took off isn’t a reflection of you. It’s a reflection of her.”
A moment of silence falls between us, and I swear I can read everything in her eyes. The truth of what she’s saying is right there, along with love. Acceptance. Support. Despite everything she’s learned today, she isn’t running away. She isn’t blaming me or pulling the plug on this relationship we’ve only just started giving our all to. She’s here. She’s staying.
Hayliel looks around with a smirk and then pushes me back until I’m leaning against a tall fence. There are no words needed between us. Want shines in her eyes, matching the heat in my own. I let her set the pace of the kiss until I can’t hold back anymore.
“Take my dick out, firefly,” I command, my tone gruffer than it’s ever been.
I don’t offer her any assistance while she frees my cock from its cage. The moment I’m free, I don’t waste a second before lifting her in my arms and spinning us around so it’s her back against the fence. Tugging up her dress, I push her panties to the side and revel at the slickness coating her pussy already.
When I sink home inside her, I swear I hear bells chiming.
“We only have five minutes, so I’m going to fuck you fast and hard while you play with yourself, okay, baby?”
“Yes,” she moans, using her legs to impale me deeper inside her.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan.
My grip on her hips is punishing, but it only seems to spur her on further. I pound into her, watching her suck two of her fingers before reaching down to play with her clit.
The sight short-circuits my brain. I don’t care that we’re in public, in some random backyard of the housing district. Neither of us tries to keep quiet. We only care about getting each other off.
Her mouth pops open, eyebrows creased, so I know she’s getting close. My balls tighten, a shiver racing down my spine, but I won’t come until she does.
“I’m close,” she pants, moving her fingers faster.
I slam into her harder and harder, giving her everything I have and growl, “Come for me.”
Sparks dance up my spine as I release into her. The walls of her pussy grip onto me, squeezing with her orgasm until it’s almost too much sensation. By the Archangels, I love this woman.
“You’re it for me, firefly,” I tell her, still breathless as I rest my forehead against hers.
“I love you, Theo. No matter what.”
We have one last moment of peace before we separate. I put my jeans back in place while Hayliel fixes her underwear.
“Can I ask you something?”
I glance at Hayliel, my curiosity peaking. “Always.”
“Firefly. Do you call me that because of the blast of sunfire that happened the first time I fried those demons?”
Smiling, I touch her neck and stroke my thumb along her jaw. “No. It has nothing to do with what you are or your special powers. I call you that because of the light inside you. The one that brightens the lives of everyone in your presence.”
A tear slips down her cheek, and I lean forward to kiss it away.
“What you are has never really mattered to me, not like that. Butwhoyou are in here,” I place my palm over her heart. “That’swhat matters. Hell, you could be a human, a river troll, or even a demon. As long as you’re you, there’s no place I’d rather be than at your side.”
Hayliel grins wide, but before she can say anything, the door to the house behind us opens, and a man steps out in an all-black suit. As we walk around the bushes, his gaze lands on us instantly—like he knew we were there.
Creepy.
He sounds almost bored when he says, “State your name.”
“Theo. Hayliel. Picking up a package for Raphael.”
The emotionless man looks us over twice before reaching inside the house to grab a black duffel bag. He places it on the ground and steps back. “The rune weaver appreciates your business.” Then, without another word, he disappears inside and shuts the door.
“Did you see that?” Hayliel whispers when I return to her side with the bag in my grasp.
