I really am?” Severn whispered back, the thought so fragile it might shatter if spoken any louder.
“Knowing who you really are.”
A jagged, painful knot tightened Severn’s throat. Gods, Mikhail was right, love was fucking terrifying. He had no idea where all this brutal honesty was coming from or why now, but he needed to hear it, if only to know Mikhail’s feelings cut as deeply as his own.
Severn savagely gripped Mikhail’s face, holding him back. His eyes widened, briefly alarmed. Severn wanted to kiss him, to devour him, to cherish him, to protect him from the war that would surely soon consume them both. His terrible angel. His mouth twisted around words that wouldn’t come. He didn’t know how to voice everything in his head, and so he pulled him down and kissed him with everything he had, hoping that Mikhail would feel all the things he couldn’t seem to speak.
Mikhail’s arm looped around his back and hauled him so close Severn felt the shudder run through him. His tongue thrust in, and Severn tore himself free with a gasp, mindless with lust. Gods, yes, this. He needed this, needed Mikhail to fill his world. Mikhail marched him backward. Severn’s ass hit the kitchen countertop. Black feathered wings suddenly burst open, crowding Mikhail, and Severn fought his laugh all over again.
“No control,” Mikhail mumbled against his neck, and Severn laughed into Mikhail’s chest. He twisted his fingers in Mikhail’s shirt, tore the thin fabric open, and drew one of Mikhail’s nipples between his teeth, loosing a growl from his world-ending angel.
Thick fingers gripped Severn’s chin, holding his head aside as Mikhail nipped at Severn’s neck.
A glass shattered on the floor, carelessly knocked aside, either by Mikhail or Severn, Severn couldn’t tell and didn’t care. Just when he believed he couldn’t desire Mikhail more, the guardian proved him wrong. Mikhail’s grip found his hips again, but this time, gripped and lifted, dumping Severn firmly on the countertop. Severn parted his legs, inviting Mikhail between them, which he quickly took advantage of. And now they were eye-to-eye. Severn pressed a hand to the side of Mikhail’s face, instantly freezing him. He brushed a thumb lightly over his angel’s lashes. So soft. Like his feathers.
Mikhail blinked quickly, then took Severn’s hand from his cheek and placed a kiss on the backs of his fingers, gaze flicking up in question. Severn didn’t know the answer, unless it was yes, gods yes. Mikhail turned Severn’s hand over and placed a kiss on his wrist, where the blood pulsed beneath thin skin. Need had Severn’s hard cock twitching inside his loose pants.
Ether swirled, too, but Severn ignored it, reaching instead for the feel of Mikhail solid and real beneath his hands. He’d been so long starved of touch that to have it now with Mikhail was a blissful treat.
Mikhail’s mouth owned his once more. Lips soft and hot. Fingers brushed Severn’s cock, stealing his breath. Or maybe the kiss did that? He didn’t know, couldn’t keep it all straight in his head. His trousers loosened from his waist, and those warm, strong fingers encircled Severn’s cock. Mikhail’s tongue teased Severn’s as his hand stroked him. Severn heard himself asking for more, heard himself say Mikhail’s name, but it was all wrapped up in a blur of ecstasy.
Then Mikhail’s hand vanished.
Severn fluttered his eyes open and looked down.
Mikhail bowed forward, hands spread either side of Severn’s thighs on the countertop. His dark eyes looked up as his mouth took Severn’s jutting cock, and a dart of exquisite lust tore a gasp from Severn’s lips. He plunged his hands into Mikhail’s hair, knotting the perfect locks around his fingers, and Mikhail’s wicked tongue rode Severn’s hard length. Soft, warm, wet, and tight. Gods, this had to be a sin because it felt too good to be right.
Severn’s lashes had fallen closed, but the sweet chase of climax was approaching, and he needed to see.
Mikhail.
Between Severn’s knees. Wings spread. Gaze lifted, mouth sucking him off.
And all at once, it was too much.
Severn gripped the counter, pleasure snapped down his back, his eyes rolled, his wings snapped from their illusion, and he came so fucking hard he couldn’t keep from crying out. Pulses wrung his seed from his cock, and Mikhail took it all, the angel’s dark eyes alight with forbidden desire.
Nothing—nobody was like Mikhail.
And Severn knew, in that moment, he’d never touch another for pleasure. It had to be Mikhail. Always and forever.
He grabbed the angel by the hair