and yanked him into a kiss that tasted of saltiness and sunshine. Mikhail moaned into his mouth.
“The bed,” Severn growled. What he wanted to do next, he couldn’t from the countertop. He gently shoved Mikhail on the chest, and the angel went, his lopsided smile and erect cock tenting his loose trousers a beautiful and mouthwatering sight to behold.
He hopped off the counter, kicked his trousers off, and quickly searched in the drawers for oil, finding a bottle of extra virgin olive oil. Smirking at the irony, he carried the bottle to Mikhail at the bed, who arched an inquiring eyebrow, then shoved him back.
Loose-limbed, Mikhail fell, pillowing himself on his wings. “Lubricant? We’ve not needed it before?”
A few splashes of oil in his palms and Severn knelt astride Mikhail’s thighs. “We’ve never needed it because I’m a concubi incubus and I…” He trailed off, wondering how much to explain and how much was too much. Concubi all self-lubricated but a lesson in a concubi’s lesser-known traits might ruin the mood. “Lubricant isn’t a problem when I enter you, but for this, we’ll need some help.” Keeping himself raised over Mikhail, he fingered the oil around his own tight hole, taking a moment to enjoy the thrill of Mikhail watching, and then freed and stroked over Mikhail’s disobedient cock. Mikhail’s hips jumped, cock jutting.
“Eager, Your Grace?” Severn purred, fingers running down the veined shaft.
Mikhail’s throat moved. Was his mouth dry? Oh, how his eyes burned with anxious anticipation.
Severn shifted forward slightly, riding Mikhail’s cock up the valley of his ass a few times, teasing him with penetration until Mikhail bared his teeth in wordless demand. Severn smirked and lowered himself over Mikhail’s oiled rod, and gods, its hard length immediately stretched him, filling and sliding deeper until Severn fully seated himself.
Mikhail lay back, chest heaving, hair fanned about him, spilling into the inky blackness of his wings. His fingers dug into Severn’s knees, clutching hold as Severn rocked a steady rhythm. He had him, his terrible angel, pinned and at the mercy of the pleasure Severn was more than willing to give. Mikhail liked to surrender, to be fucked, and the thrill of it made Severn breathless and hard all over again. He rode him slowly, watching his face tense, his eyes narrow and blow wide again as the tingling need to spill his load crept ever closer. Severn scrutinized the way Mikhail’s mouth tightened, then fell open in a gasp. His back arched, and there… Severn propped himself on his knees as Mikhail’s cock spilled its hot seed inside him. Then slowly, so slowly, he shifted his hips, wringing the last, shuddering drops from Mikhail.
“Fuck,” Mikhail gasped.
Severn chuckled dirtily and fell forward, fencing Mikhail between braced arms. His golden hair curtained them off from the world so he saw only Mikhail’s, proud, beautiful face and his big eyes dilated with pleasure. Severn bit at Mikhail’s lip and let it spring back. Mikhail’s hand stroked over Severn’s wing, summoning a very demon-sounding growl from Severn.
“You burn as brightly as one of those stars you pulled from the sky.” Severn teased his mouth, nudging his smile bigger.
Mikhail’s lips brushed his but didn’t seal the kiss. “I’d pull them all down for you.”
“Would you really?” Severn clenched around Mikhail’s cock, summoning a hiss from his angel.
“Yes.” A flicker of something like concern, or maybe even fear, crossed his face, but then Mikhail grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him into so savage a kiss that the flicker of fear Severn thought he’d seen quickly vanished from his thoughts.
Chapter 30
Mikhail
Dawnlight crept through the glass domes above, but lamps still lit the way ahead, leading Mikhail toward the administration building.
He couldn’t surrender his love. As messy and uncontrollable as his emotions were, and as much as he needed them gone so he could reclaim his rightful place in Aerie, he couldn’t let them go because he couldn’t stand the thought of abandoning Severn.
Yes, it was love telling him this. And without love, he wouldn’t feel anything again, but during the last day—the last few days, really— he’d learned a great deal about himself. He didn’t want to be the cold, hollow guardian from his past. He did not want to be empty again, and Severn filled him up, made him bright, and warmed him down to his very soul. Sometime in the night, with Severn folded into his arms, the idea of giving it all up had filled him with