Page 69 of Wings of Valor
He stares at me, hand still on top of mine. But then he nods, his green eyes growing hooded as he watches me on my knees for him. I free his cock and nearly cry at the sight of it.
He’s here. He’s alive.
There’s already precum glistening beneath the glow of the imbued weapons. I dip my head, lapping it up, and sigh at the taste.
He’s here. He’s alive.
I grip the base with one hand, feeling his veins pulse with blood as he grows even thicker in my palm. Then I lean forward and suck his tip into my mouth. His groan sends little zaps ofpleasure straight to my clit, but I ignore my need to get off. It’s not about that. Not now.
Zeke spent far too long being tortured because of me. He deserves to feel something good for a change.
Twirling my tongue around his crown, I slowly take more of him until my eyes water and my breaths don’t come. Then I back off and do it again.
His hands are in my hair, guiding my movements.
“Eyes on me.”
I do as I’m told, and what I find in his gaze is enough to make me want to cry. Unbridled desire and love. He takes control, fucking into my mouth like a man starved. I don’t care if my knees are sore or that saliva runs down my chin. I keep my gaze locked on him and push every ounce of love through our connection, just like I did before.
I know the second he feels it, because his eyes widen, muscles flexing. His dick jerks, balls tightening beneath my hand.
“I’m not going to last much—” His words die as I hollow my cheeks, swallowing him down.
Liquid warmth shoots down my throat as he roars his release. The sound he makes is primal.
He’s here. He’s alive.
And I won’t let that fucker Auriel hurt him—or anyone else I love—ever again.
27
An hour later, Zeke and I leave the weapon chamber with smiles on our faces.
After he came down my throat and confessed his love for me a few more times, I let him watch as I imbued some weapons. Something about it had my skin flushing and spine tingling. To know that this strong and capable man not only loves that I’m strong too, but actually enjoys witnessing it?
Euphoric.
We’re walking down the hall on our way to our shared lodgings when we run into Kirach.
“Ah, there you are. I went to the healers first, but they told me you had left. How are you feeling?”
“Fine,” Zeke replies, and I can’t help but notice just how strange their relationship is. What’s with the one-word answers?
“I wanted him to see all the weapons we prepared,” I say, adding more context. “He also tested his wing a little on the way, and it held his weight.”
Zeke rubs the back of his neck, looking anywhere but at his dad. Things weren’t this awkward after Kirach found us in a compromising position, so what the hell is going on?
“That’s great news, son. You’ll be back in the skies in no time.”
Silence follows, one so awkward that I can’t help but wrack my brain for anything I can say to break this weird tension.
I come up blank.
Kirach clears his throat, then says, “We tracked down who we think might be the traitor that tampered with the explosives and infiltrated our communications. I was wondering if you’d be up for helping with the interrogation?”
“You found someone? How?” I ask before Zeke can answer his father. Maybe I should have waited. It’s not as if Kirach was askingmeto help him interrogate someone, but holy shit. This is one more step toward weeding out the traitors.
Kirach nods but waits for an angel to walk past where we’re standing in the hall before he answers. “We found the real uniforms Archangel Mikhael wanted everyone to wear, as well as some tech we think someone used to alter the explosives.”
