Page 10 of Wings of Deception
It doesn’t matter that we’d just been interrupted. The overwhelming need I have to claim her as mine eats into me, and I already know that I won’t be able to stay away from her.
Taking a deep breath, I head outside, not bothering to clean the paint from my lips. I want people to see what I’ve done. I want them to know I had her, if only for a short time.
The mood outside is more rave than party. A makeshift DJ has set up on the back deck. Lamps that give off ultraviolet light have been dragged about to form a sort of dance floor where half the Fallen students gyrate to the beat and let their inhibitions free, while the other half watches the trio from earlier.
Almost immediately, my eyes are drawn to where Hayliel sits with Dina, utterly enraptured by the threesome currently in full swing on the cushions. As if sensing my gaze, her eyes flick to mine.
By all the Archangels, she’s absolutely stunning.
She stands and whispers something to her friend before walking toward me. The kiss I’d placed on her neck glows beneath the UV light, and it’s all I can do not to bend her over and claim her here. Not that the other students would mind, but I haven’t gotten a good enough read on Hayliel yet to know what she’d think about an audience.
After what feels like an eternity, she finally reaches my position near the sloping hillside beyond the space cleared for dancing. I hadn’t realized I’d come this way until now, not fully sure why I had, but nothing seems to make sense when she’s near me.
“Hi,” she says breathlessly.
At the sound of her voice, something inside of me snaps. I step forward, grabbing her face with my hands and crushing our lips together. She gasps, opening her mouth for me to explore and it only takes a second before she kisses me back.
Sensations roll through me, and it’s as if I’ve stepped into the eye of a storm. Around us, the tempest rages on. Students dance and fuck while music streams from the speakers, but in this spot we’re safe. With her, there’s only feeling — this urgency to stake my claim and show her just how badly I want her.
Her body presses into mine, molding perfectly into the contours of my own, and I know the exact moment that she notices my erection. At this point, it’s fucking hard to miss.
Her hands roam over me with fervent movements, pulling me closer still, like there’s far too much distance between us. She slips her fingertips beneath the waistband of my pants, and I damn near explode.
With a strength I didn’t know I had, I pull away from her.
“What’s wrong?”
“Not a damn thing,” I reply, allowing my wings to burst free behind me. She gasps, taken by surprise, but I only chuckle before sweeping her off her feet. “Hold on, hummingbird.”
With a strong flap of my wings, we’re in the air and heading toward the eighth floor. Could I have let her fly on her own? Absolutely. But I’d rather feel the heat of her body pressed against mine instead.
Tomorrow will be the start of rigorous training and classes, but tonight … Tonight we don’t need to hold back.
5
I’mnotnewtoflying, but it’s never given me this rush before. In Ezekiel’s arms, I feel exhilarated as we hover over the rest of the school. There’s something inherently different about holding on to someone else for dear life while soaring through the air. Deep down, I know my wings are there if I need them, but something in the pit of my gut tells me I’m safe.
It’s an odd thing to put such faith in someone I’ve only just met, but with Ezekiel it just feelsright.Like his soul is already so twisted up with mine that we’ll never get them untangled. Why would I even want to?
As we near his balcony, I look back at his massive wings and trail my fingers toward where they join with his shoulders. The shiver that goes through his body is so unmistakable that I can’t help but giggle.
When I decided to enroll at this school, I never would have imagined myself sneaking off with someone on my second night here, yet I can’t find a single ounce of regret for what we’re about to do. This is my chance at a new life. It’s about time I take risks, and I can’t think of a better way to celebrate than with this dark and delicious angel.
I press a kiss to his throat, trailing my tongue up the side and lightly nipping at his ear.
“Hayliel,” he growls. “Keep it up, and I’ll fuck you right here in the sky so the entire school will hear your screams as you come for me.”
Holy fucking shit. His words are utterly sinful and, for whatever reason, I’m not against the idea of him fucking my brains out above the school population.
Unfortunately for me, though, we land on his balcony, but instead of letting me down, he shifts me in his arms and presses me against the door. I can feel every inch of him as he grinds against me while kissing me deeply. With his wings still spread out behind him, it’s like our own piece of paradise.
I kiss him back, running my hands along his feathers and causing him to groan. I want to make him fall apart. To destroy him completely, only to help put the pieces back together again.
“If I don’t get you inside this very moment, I swear I’ll devour you right here.” He lowers me slowly to the ground and backs away to press a wing tip to the little box beside the door. A soft click sounds before he grabs my hand and tugs me inside.
I don’t get even a moment to look around before his hands are on me, pressing me against him and causing my stomach to tighten. Who the fuck cares what his room looks like, anyway? I’m way more fucking interested to see what the rest ofhimlooks like beneath those clothes.
I let my gaze wander over his body. The paint on his chest no longer glows without the blacklight, but I can still see the colorful wings I’d painted there. I can also see the massive bulge in his pants that has my heart rate skyrocketing.