imagine I’ll have bruises, but I’m so lost in him and how he works my body I can’t find it in me to care. One hand releases my hip and he brings his thumb to my clit and circles it as he fucks me, nothing but the noise of skin on skin and our hard breaths surrounding us as I fall over the edge again.
He slows while I ride out my orgasm, my bones turning to jelly. “Oh I’m not done with you yet, Angel,” he all but growls before he flips me over. He brings me up so I’m kneeling, facing away from him, one arm around my waist, his hand on my breast as he enters me again and kisses my neck.
“I’ll never be done with you,” he pants as he picks up his pace again, tweaking my nipple with his finger and thumb again as he fucks me, as hard as he promised.
“Come for me again, Remy.” His words, a plea, a whisper, sending me over the edge yet again. This time he comes with me, roaring out his release, and I feel as his wings unfurl. They wrap around us, until I can see nothing but black feathers, and feel his heat behind me. He pulls out of me, and turns me in his arms so I’m facing him, his wings still around us like a cocoon. He lifts me and lays us down in his bed. Wrapped in his arms and his wings, I can’t help but drift back off to sleep as he kisses my hair, his heartbeat under my ear.
It’s lunch time before I roll out of Levi’s bed. He must’ve left not long ago, because his side of the bed is still warm. I smile to myself thinking about how lucky I am to have these guys in my life. For them to be so accepting of each other, even if it was a bit rocky to start with.
I use his ensuite to clean myself up and pull my workout clothes back on before heading back through the house to my room to change. On my way past the kitchen, I hear Roman and Levi giving each other shit, and it warms my heart that these men of mine are finding new friendships despite everything. We’re becoming our own version of a family, and nothing makes me happier.
I creep down the hall to my room, making sure not to wake anyone who isn’t already up. I change quickly into jeans and another snarky t-shirt. I found them online a few weeks ago, I guess they arrived and Everly put them in here, but honestly, they make me happy in such a petty way, I can’t help but love them. Today’s just says, ‘Don’t speak to me before coffee’ with a take-out cup on it. I love it.
Once I make myself somewhat presentable, I head back towards the kitchen where I heard the guys messing around earlier, but I stop when Kain opens the door to his room as I pass. “Good morning, mon amour.”
His voice is gravelly, and his eyes are still heavy with sleep. “Good morning. You okay?” I ask, concerned, because he never looks anything but completely put together.
“Just a little thirsty,” he says with a small blush. “Going to grab a drink and then I’ll feel right as rain.”
“Well, how about I help you with that?” I offer, and he grins.
“That is something I’m never going to turn down. If you’re sure?”
“I wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t.” I sashay into his room as he widens the door to let me in. The door closes softly and I take in the rumpled sheets on the bed, the still drawn curtains, and look back at him.
“You sure that’s all it is?” I ask.
“I am positive, mon amour.” He grins and holds out his hand. I take it and he pulls me into him.
“If you get like this, you should just say, I’m happy for you to drink from me if the bagged stuff isn’t cutting it,” I tell him softly.
“I will keep that in mind, ma chérie,” he says before kissing me softly. His fangs elongate, nipping at my lip, and he groans at the small drop of blood that’s drawn.
“Drink,” I whisper against his lips and he pulls back, and turns me to face away from him, but still so close not even a hair could fit between us.
“As you wish,” he mutters before he kisses my neck. His teeth