Page 15 of The Fallen
I raise my hand, silencing him mid-sentence. “Show me your true self,” I demand again.
“Thisismy true form,” he says with a slow drawl. “Well, one of them.”
“Then show me the other one,” I plead.
“Blaze,” he whispers, trembling.
Is he still nervous?
My face scrunches in confusion. A demon as powerful as Castiel has no reason to be nervous around me, despite our size difference.
I can feel the magic radiating off of Castiel. He’s powerful. More powerful than me. But rather than scare me, the idea excites me. Castiel is so fucking pretty, and if he wanted, I could be at his mercy in a matter of moments. The thought is thrilling and has me hardening in my jeans.
I trace my fingers lightly down his jawline. It’s a silent reassurance I hope he understands.
He nods and closes his eyes before letting out a deep breath.
Shadows swirl around his body. His form becomes translucent as it turns to black smoke. In this form, I can make out the shape of their body and the features of their face. They must have drained a lot of their life force, saving me all those months ago, because back then I couldn’t make out their full figure. Either way, they’re still beautiful. In all forms.
“It really is you.” I grin.
Castiel nods. “It’s me, pretty witch.” I caress a hand through their shadows and they shiver. “Can you feel that?”
They nod again and open their eyes; the gold swirling with crimson.
I continue to run my hands through their shadows. Curiosity gets the best of me and my fingers trace the outline of where I imagine their bulge will be.
They swallow hard. “Keep doing that, witch, and I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to stop myself,” Castiel rasps.
My pulse picks up. “Stop yourself from what?”
“Claiming you,” he growls.
My eyes wander up to his. “What if I want you to, Castiel?” I whisper.
They moan. “Fuck, my name never sounded so good.”
“Castiel,” I repeat. “Please.”
My sexy demon solidifies, his tail swaying seductively, and a damn smirk in place as his eyes trail over my body. His golden eyes darken as he pauses on the bulge growing in my pants.
He presses his tiny, powerful body against mine, trapping me between him and the door. “I’m warning you: if you want to change your mind, tell me now. I can only hold back for so long.”
Fuck.
I don’t want him to hold back. Leaning down, I lightly press my mouth against his soft lips. He tastes faintly of mint and an addicting flavor that seems to be all him. His lips are warm and demanding as they move against mine. I moan as he takes the lead. His hands reach for my shoulders, lifting himself up as he jumps onto my body, legs wrapping around my middle.
His fingers grasp my face, angling me into a position he wants, while he tips my chin up. I gasp at his dominance and he takes advantage of my parted lips by licking his way into my mouth.
My arms wrap around him, and my hands cup his ass, holding him up. It’s the only thing I can do as Castiel takes control. His long, forked tongue strokes mine as he growls into my mouth. This kiss is unlike anything I’ve felt before. It’s all-consuming. Life altering.
Finally, he pulls his lips away from mine. His sharp teeth graze my neck and I tip my head back, giving him better access. I expect him to bite me, but instead, he groans and licks my neck.
“Please,” I beg, too far gone in my lust to realize that I’m fully submitting to this demon, and too far gone to realize I’ve never felt so safe.
“Don’t worry, pretty witch. I know exactly what you need.” Castiel drops to his knees, unbuttoning my pants and yanking them down with inhuman speed. My hard cock springs forward, the tip already leaking with precum.
“Such a pretty cock, Blaze. Is this for me?” He licks the underside of my dick, and I shudder.
