Page 16 of Under His Wings
“Nothing! I swear I don’t have any bad intentions!” I squeaked.
“Then why are you stalking him?”
“It’s very simple, my lord: because I have no other way of contacting him. And after our first meeting I wanted to see him again. I enjoyed our conversation greatly.”
“If he wanted to keep in touch with you he would have let you know.”
“Would he? Or maybe he is worried you would react badly to him making friends. By, I don’t know, pinning someone to the wall and threatening them.”
Abaddon pinned me against the wall a bit harder, my ribs protesting at the treatment, air whooshing from my lungs, before he dropped me with a scoff and let me slide down the wall.
“I don’t have anything against him making friends. What I cannot stand is people trying to get to me by using those around me. What is your true goal? What do you want from me?”
I looked him straight in the eye and said,
“Not everything is about you. I do not care about you or your connections.”
Golden eyes searched my face, brows drawn in disbelief but, for once, I was entirely honest. Abaddon had to see the sincerity on my face because he snorted and didn’t look so murderous anymore.
“So what, you just want to prattle for hours about the differences between turquoise and periwinkle?”
“Those two colors aren’t even remotely similar!”
“Yeah, I can see how you get along so well. Stop by the mansion next time. I’m getting tired of getting dragged to the marketplace so often.”
And with that permission I found myself not only finding more information but making a new friend.
Chapter 10
In the meantime, I had not forgotten about Zachariel. Far from it. I made good on my threat and showed up at his flat with a pick of bad movies, ice cream, and my favorite set of nail polish. Zach agreed to let me paint his nails crimson red if I let him pick a color for me. He picked gold and I have to say I was a little flattered at how well his choice suited me. The angel may have been crap at actually putting the polish on but it was the thought that counted.
We had a good time that day but Zach decided to be a sadist and play at the date rules some more so he only permitted a sloppy makeout that got me all hot and bothered.
“We have to wait until the third date before I can fuck you, darling,” I remembered Zack say.
And the surprising thing was... I was actually considering letting him put his dick in me. In my defense it was a very lovely dick, that made my mouth water each time I saw it, and I may have done a test run by imagining him fucking me when I was touching myself in the shower. It resulted in an explosive orgasm that left me weak at the knees. I was sure it would feel good – I knew the sensation could feel amazing but the thing was... it could simultaneously feel bad. For me it was like letting myself freefall high from the skies – a rush, an experience like no other, but it would be terrifying if I wasn’t in total control.
Each time I bottomed in the past I felt as if a bit of that control I needed slipped away from me. Could it be better with someone I trusted? Did I trust Zachariel?
I was going to put that to the test tonight.
For once we had actually scheduled the date and decided to meet in a nearby park. If someone had told me a few months ago I would be spending my Saturday evening feeding ducks with an angel at my side I would have laughed at them. But that was exactly the new reality I found myself in. It was a pleasant evening but I could do without blushing like a maiden when Zachariel wound his arm with mine or pulled me against his side when we sat on a bench. I wasn’t used to being so... sappy in the open. Flirting with everything that moved in a club was different from longingly staring into each other's eyes while in a bloody park.
“Would you like to go back to mine?”
“Yes!” I responded embarrassingly quickly but I was waiting for this for hours. It was time to move this date to a next stage.
“Race you?” Zachariel asked with a mischievous grin and soon we were racing through the sky, the mortals under us oblivious to the winged shapes above them.
I’m not even sure who won the race because I was too focused on how we tumbled into the building together and started devouring each other’s lips in the elevator. The ride was entirely too quick but I made the momentous sacrifice and separated from the angel before I dragged him to his door. It opened so quickly I was convinced Zach cheated with his magic. Maybe he was as excited for this as I was. The chase through the skies seemed to bring the predator in him closer to the surface as he crowded me against the wall and took possession of my neck; kissing, licking, biting, sucking his marks into my skin. I would bare my neck eagerly, voluntarily, seeing how good it was, but when his hand wound in my hair and pulled my head back with force, I fought against it just a little, just enough to make the push and pull of our interactions even sweeter, to make Zach feel as though he fought for and won the privilege to leave a purpling spot on my pulse point.
“My, my, look how hard you are,” Zach pushed his thigh between my legs making me moan. “You just couldn’t wait for this, hmm? Our third date? I saw the way you were looking at me in the park.” He leaned closer and whispered in my ear, punctuating each word. “Dirty. Little. Boy.”
For once I used a bit of my demonic power to push him away and turn us so that he was the one with his back to the wall. A painting rattled and fell to the floor but we both ignored it. Me settling between the angel’s legs on my knees was much more interesting.
“You are as hard as I am,” I said, mouthing over the front of his white pants, letting saliva soak into the fabric until it clung to the shape of his rising cock, my mouth sliding over the prominent bulge. “And after how much you teased me you better prove to be a fantastic lay when you fuck me.”
There. I said it. I committed to the idea that wouldn’t leave my mind. And looking at Zach’s wide smile at the declaration I had a feeling it was a good choice. I couldn’t wait to see, to feel, the fruits of my boldness.