Page 22 of Under His Wings
“Let’s go to sleep,” Zach said after giving me a sweet, short kiss on the lips. He closed his eyes, tangling his limbs with mine, pulling me closer.
Oh, he was really going to stay with me tonight. So close I could hear his heartbeat as I laid my head on his chest and let myself fall into a dreamless sleep.
Chapter 14
I was getting ready to order some pizza and chill on my couch with a tv show after tirelessly tempting humans all day (that hen party turned into sin extravaganza!) when I heard knocking on my door. Was it my neighbor looking for her cat again? I opened the door, ready to offer to buy the granny new locks because I swear that cat learned how to open the front door...
“Hi, Hellion.”
I stared at Zachariel. Here. In my home. He came to me.
I ignored the part where he had to stalk me at least a little bit to know where to go, as I lived on the other side of the town, and let my stomach fill with butterflies.
“Can I come in?”
“Ah, yes!” I jerked the door open inviting him in, flushing at how stupid I had to look just standing there and gaping. “Why did you come? Shit, no, that’s not what I mean. It’s good that you are here! You just never visited before... Wait, is this a booty call?”
Zach’s eyes crinkled with silent laughter as he saw how I perked up at the thought, a perfect picture of a dog waving its tail.
“Maybe,” the angel offered. “I wouldn’t mind if it turned into that. But I just... wanted to see you.”
I would be lying if I said that didn’t make me stand straighter, puff out my chest a little bit. He wanted to see me! Hah, of course, who wouldn’t enjoy the presence of such a magnificent specimen, the creme of the crop, the star among demons—
Suddenly I was filled with a bout of confidence that made me ask:
“You know, that first time you promised me I could play with your wings. Will you let me do it now? Maybe I could... groom them?”
It was a daring request, a very intimate thing, and from the widening of his eyes Zach knew that. And yet, he tilted his head at me as if I was an enigma containing multitudes, a secret he wanted to crack, and murmured softly:
“Alright.”
“Great!” I pretended my voice didn’t get a little higher than it should. “Come to the bedroom. My bed is Alaskan King size – the biggest I could find. Perfect to spread your wings out. You will love it.”
By the time we reached the bedroom Zachariel had already lost his shoes, jacket, vest and was in the process of removing his shirt. I dipped into the ensuite bathroom to grab the wing oils and brushes and returned to the angel laid on his stomach, only the white trousers still clinging to his body, his wings half tucked in around him.
“Do you even know how to care for your wings, baby angel? Has anyone done this to you before?” I asked curiously, teasing just a little.
“Yes. Gabriel... he showed me how to do it.”
Jealousy burned in me like a meteor falling from the skies. I vowed to make this experience magnitudes better than what that blasted Archangel had to offer. Zach didn’t need his grabby paws if he had me.
I put my hands in the middle of Zachariel’s back, where the base of his wings was located, and pulled them slowly outward, familiarizing myself with the shape under me. Like this I couldn’t reach the ends because of the impressive wingspan, but it was the best practice to work from the base outwards. I straightened and smoothed the overall contour and the angel sighed softly when I ran my hands through the mess of white. I admit I stayed at this phase a bit longer than necessary, enjoying the feeling of how pliant Zachariel was under my fingers. before I reluctantly pulled back to use the oil. I switched between using a special grooming tool – a beak-like, two pronged comb – and my fingers to spread the oil. It took a lot of work to make sure every surface I could reach was covered and soon I found myself in a semi-meditative state, the repetitive motions and the intimate calm of the ritual lulling me into contentedness similar to what I experienced when I went under during the play sessions with Zach and fell into subspace. Soon, I had to move and kneel by the bed to reach every part of the mile-long wings. I was aware of Zach’s half-lidded eyes watching me, tracing my movements lazily.
I found a hidden part of myself, inner peace, in an angel giving me silent appreciation as I attended to him on my knees.
Let me serve you, I thought as I placed a kiss on the tip of his magnificent primary feather.
“Turn around,” I said in a hushed tone when I was done with top feathers. Zach complied slowly, giving my cheek a brief caress before he fell back onto the bed, practically melting into it.
The underside required ever more care and patience, as this was where the smaller feathers, including the soft down feathers, were located. I used my hands and tools to oil and straighten each feather, taking care to ensure barbs were properly interlocked. From this close, the whiteness of the wings was practically blinding and I could feel a subtle, almost imperceptible, presence of angelic grace in them. The wings were perfect... except for one spot. I frowned at a place where it looked as though Zachariel had lost a couple of feathers. The spot didn’t look as it would if the loss was fresh, but I didn't see any new feathers growing in either. Was Zach preventing them from growing for some reason? A quick look up showed me the angel with closed eyes, practically purring under my attention. I wasn’t going to bother him with inane questions now, so I just shrugged to myself and continued my task.
I was so focused it caught me by surprise when I discovered Zachariel was hard. I looked at the angel’s face as I ran my hand firmly over a part of the wings I knew was particularly sensitive and saw how he bit his lip to prevent a moan from escaping.
Encouraged, I moved to place myself between my lover’s legs.
“Mmm, you don’t have to—” the angel protested feebly as I nuzzled the prominent bulge in his pants.
“Let me take care of you,” I said, and Zachariel capitulated quickly, his lips opening in a shuddering gasp as I freed his cock from its confines.