Page 23 of Under His Wings
The sight of the wings shuddering as I took his erection in my mouth was incredibly rewarding. I set a slow, thoroughly mind-blowing rhythm, and used the fact I had two hands free to my advantage by running my fingers through the feathers I could reach, doubling the stimulation until Zachariel was tossing his head on the bed, moans dripping from his mouth. The sounds were like a symphony created by a true maestro and I eagerly awaited the upcoming crescendo. Fingers tangled in my hair, just holding rather than directing my head, as I sucked his hard cock, my cheeks hollowing, and looked up to meet Zach’s eyes.
It was enough. Zachariel's spine bowed and his wings spread in a glorious display of losing control. The impressive wingspan took over the whole room as Zach sank into the bed, his cry of pleasure reverberating as I drank everything he had to offer. His salty cum settled in my stomach like a prize.
I sat back on my hunches, licking my lips, and taking in the effect of my efforts with pride. Zach’s chest was rising up and down as his breathing slowly settled. His pale countenance was made even more striking by the flush of color which spread from his cheeks to his chest. I could not help but admire it. He looked well fucked and like he could fall asleep in a second. When he tried to open his eyes I covered them with my hand.
“Shush. Just go to sleep. There’s nothing to worry about. Sleep.”
I felt a brush of his eyelashes under my hand as he blinked slowly, but then he closed his eyes for good, trusting me. He was asleep a few moments after.
I cleaned myself up, tucked the angel under a duvet, and curled up under one of his wings in my thankfully big bed.
The next day Zachariel looked sheepish.
“I’m sorry,” he said, and I blinked blearily at him from where I was making breakfast on autopilot.
“For what?”
“I didn’t act like much of a dom yesterday. I should be the one taking care of—”
“Hey, you know you don’t have to always play a role for me, right? I enjoyed myself yesterday and if you did too...” I left the space open and Zachariel picked it up.
“Yes, I did. And I didn’t even have any nightmares last night. Thank you.”
This amount of palpable sincerity made me frustrated in the light of the day, so I waved him off.
“Don’t mention it. Besides, don’t thank me yet. Your posh tastes are in for an ordeal.”
I presented the assortment of sandwiches I prepared for us and Zachariel’s eyebrows rose sky high.
“Did you make those combinations specifically to baffle me?”
“Maybe. Or maybe there’s almost nothing in the fridge.”
“Both. I bet it’s both.”
I laughed and kissed him on the lips.
Chapter 15
The moment I stepped into the playroom of the Steel Velvet club I was on edge. I came here in search of a particular demon and I was getting frustrated with my failures. It wasn’t easy to find someone when you only had a few characteristics to go with.
A man, red hair, a broken left horn.
I wouldn’t even have that much to go on if not for Zachariel’s nightmare when I visited the previous week. We discovered my presence helped only sometimes so when he woke up gasping, his eyes wide and scared, and jolted me awake, I was ready to comfort him, but he held out a hand and muttered between his too-fast breaths about a figure he saw, a demon with a broken horn. He could remember only a few impressions before the dream vanished away like smoke.
“It seemed so vivid, Hellion,” Zachariel confessed to me. “And I wonder... I feel it wasn’t just a dream, but a fragment of my lost memory. What if this demon I glimpsed was the one present for my Ascendence?”
I followed the uncertain trail, but I was losing hope. After investigating several demons who matched the description and not finding any connection, it felt a bit like shooting fish in a barrel. Granted, there weren’t that many fish – molding one’s body to have physical scars like a broken horn wasn’t exactly common among demons and the red hair narrowed the pool of male-presenting candidates a bit more – but that didn’t mean I could identify or have access to the exact person I needed.
My eyes found my current mark. He wore his broken horn with pride, a string of glittering jewels bringing attention to it. As I watched the demon flirt his way through the crowd, I thought he seemed confident, even cocky. Quietly asking around proved my suspicion that he was a regular here, in the Steel Velvet, an exclusive angel and demon BDSM club.
“If you are just starting, better set your sights on someone else,” the bartender warned me. “That one likes to play hard.”
It occurred to me that seducing the guy would be the simplest way to get close, especially when it seemed he wasn’t in a committed relationship and was down to fuck at a drop of a hat, but something in me recoiled at this thought. Not like me and Zachariel were exclusive... I never made any promises! But sometimes I thought I would like it if we were. So, instead of seducing, I tried to make myself a part of the community there, coming to Steel Velvet several days in a row. I wore a blue bracelet which signaled I was a switch, even if marking myself as a sub would be more truthful, and watched various presentations, hung out with the patrons, and even played a rope bunny when two doms had a heated conversation about a proper way to tie a particular knot.
And I watched the redhead.
His name was Leonius. We orbited each other in the club’s space and I was gearing myself towards actually approaching him when he came to me first.