Page 56 of Sleeping Redemption
Without a word, he pushed his shoulders back, and I heard the ruffling behind him. With awhoosh, his unsullied feathers stretched out to their full sixteen-foot wingspan. He gave them a ruffled shake before folding them into a relaxed position at his back.
What a shame that the back of his shirt was now in tatters, it was one of my favorites.
Every feather was perfectly positioned and the most brilliant of whites. Even the brightest and purest stars couldn’t compare to how clean his wings looked. They reminded me of how my own looked once upon a time ago.
For a moment, my heart swelled with an unexpected emotion that I wasn’t sure I even recognized. I shoved that pesky sensation to the side as I drew upon the lingering memory of Wolff’s torture and death.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small silver lighter. My thumb flicked the top open as the small orange flame came dancing to life.
Stepping toward Atlas, dark intentions flickered in my eyes and the reflection of the flame’s promise in them. “These wings of yours are the perfect blank canvas for my pain.” A dangerous smile spread over my lips. “You sure you want to share it?”
His feet planted firmly, his face betrayed not even the slightest hint of emotion or fear. It was no fun when they weren’t scared.
I felt a slight gust of wind at my back, and a strong hand curled around my throat from behind.The lightly sweet scent of demon blood wafted up from the split knuckles.
“Easy, love,” whispered the British-accented trickster I had claimed as my own. His lips grazed over the shell of my ear as he released a hungry growl.
Rook dragged his tongue along the sensitive skin of my neck until his mouth hovered again at my ear. He purred, but not like that of a house cat. It was the throaty purr of a naughty puma.
His other hand firmly grabbed my hip, steadying me where I stood. “Pain may be your blessing, but pleasure is mine.”
My eyes were cemented on Atlas, who shook off the tension inside him while damn near preening his wings like a duck flicking water off its feathers. Those innocently-white wings slowly absorbed into his back until they were no longer visible.
With Rook’s chin resting on my shoulder, his hand slid over my hip to the waist of my jeans. His hand flattened against my stomach before dipping inside the front of my pants.
“Be a good girl and apologize to our dear Atlassian, hm?” The demon spoke in a hushed tone.
Delving deeper into my pants, his fingers slid beneath the mesh fabric of my panties until he stopped right at my slit.
A familiar ache stirred in me as I stood there, unwilling to pull away from Rook’s touch.
Atlas finally spoke up as he closed the distance between us. “I don’t want her apology.” His hand pulled the lighter still aflame from my hand. After flipping the top closed and extinguishing the flame, he pocketed the small rectangular object.
There was a huskiness to Atlas’s voice as his eyes grew dark with other intentions. He leaned in close to me so that all I had to do was slip my tongue past my lips if I wanted a taste of him.
Atlas lifted his hand, and his fingers trailed over the side of my face in a feather-light caress.
His eyes didn’t stray from mine. “You know what I want, angel?”
Leaning in toward the ear opposite of where Rook was, he whispered his desire. “I want to hear your pretty little moan.”
With that simple statement, he firmly grabbed Rook’s forearm and forced the demon’s hand further down between my legs.
Rook’s fingertips wasted no time in stroking my clit, drawing out the first jolt of pleasure. My lips parted as a breathy moan came from me.
A smile of satisfaction appeared on my guardian angel’s face, one that reached his perfectly stormy grey eyes.
My body began to forget about the pain it had been harboring and instead hungered for something else to sate it.
There was Rook’s deep chuckle against the side of my neck, his touch circling over my sensitive bud and my body responding eagerly. “That’s it, love. We will take good care of you,” he reassured me as he nipped at my ear with a gentle tug.
Each moment of contact he made with me had me squirming for more. My hips pressed backward against him, feeling the hard bulge of his cock against my ass despite the layers of clothing between us.
“Fuck,” I exhaled the word out of me on the tail of another moan.
Atlas stood there, watching as Rook played my pleasure like the devil’s fiddle. One corner of his mouth tilted up in a smirk as he leaned forward and brushed his lips over mine in a kiss that seemed too gentle.
“Here’s what is going to happen, Kinley,” Atlas said with a firm tone. “You’re going to make sure your pussy is nice and wet. Rook is going to help you, but you’re not going to come for him before I say so.”
