kiss over his mouth, then plunged his tongue in. His hand wrapped firmly around Severn’s cock and pumped frantically.
Samiel gasped from the kiss. “I’ve missed you.”
Gods, no, don’t talk. Memories of Konstantin’s hand in Samiel’s, of sunbaked grass beneath them, Samiel’s beautiful wings spread, and Konstantin above him, wings arched high, the two of them so lost to lovemaking there was nothing else in this world. No war, no angels. That was before Samiel never returned from battle, before Konstantin lost his wings to the horror that was Mikhail. Before destiny claimed him for her own purpose.
Memories clogged Severn’s thoughts, stuttering him from the moment.
A new memory. A fragmented one. One that faded as soon as it flashed, like lightning, there and gone again—Samiel watching, smiling, and pain, so much pain. Of the heart and the body. On and on, it went—
Samiel’s hands gripped him, turning Severn to face the window. The heavy press of male smothered Severn’s back, pinning him still, fingers probed. Ether stuttered, Severn’s diminishing pleasure choking off the flow. Think of Mikhail. It was Mikhail’s touch stretching him open, Mikhail’s cock pushed against his hole, then filling him up. He clung to that thought because if he let it go, he’d have to stop Samiel, and the demons would never believe he was still Konstantin.
“You smell sweet.” Samiel’s weight slammed Severn against the window. “Missed you so much.” The pounding began, rhythmic and quickening. Skin slapped skin. Ether swirled, plucking on Severn’s strings, teasing him toward his own climax even as his mind tried to sabotage it all. Samiel’s sharp teeth clamped down on Severn’s shoulder, wrenching a cry from his lips. Fuck, it hurt, it all hurt, but the ether was bright and all-consuming.
Samiel thrust, grunting hard. Ether stole away the pain, and then Samiel arched, growled low in Severn’s ear, and buried his pulsing cock so damn deep, Severn bit his own lip to keep from crying out. The climax struck at Severn’s incubus soul, slamming strength through his veins where before there’d been only hollowness. On and on, it pulsed, spilling power into Severn’s veins, making them blaze. His own cock—almost forgotten—spent its load over the windowpane. He took more ether, took it all, reminding his body how he was demon too. The best bits of both.
Samiel slumped against him and moaned, weakened by the climax, and by Severn’s gorging on his freely given sexual energy. All the times they had laughed and loved together simmered between them.
Samiel’s hand caught Severn’s and drew him around, turning him to face Samiel. His fingers ran the length of Severn’s jaw, golden eyes full of post-sex wonder. He threaded his fingers through Severn’s silky hair and brought it to his nose, breathing in. “Sunshine…” he purred.
Severn grabbed him by the back of the head and kissed him hard before the mad laugh that had begun to crawl up his throat had a chance of bursting free.
He could do this.
He had to do this.
He was Konstantin, Lost Lord of the Red Manor, and the new power in his veins meant he was going to get his fucking wings back.
Chapter 4
Mikhail
His war council reported on how the demons were unusually quiet. A few skirmishes had bubbled up around London’s backstreets, but nothing of any real concern. The killing fields were now in angel territory. Mikhail had ordered the setting of fires along the boundary line as a warning to any demon watching on.
For now, the demons were hanging back. Probably rocked by the death of Argothun and Mikhail ripping the stars from the skies at Tower Bridge. It had to be difficult to argue you were in the right in the face of such power.
He wasn’t entirely sure where that power had come from, or if he’d be able to summon the same again. No angel had dared ask him about the display, or the fact he’d sprouted two extra pairs of wings. A good thing they hadn’t asked because he had no idea how to answer them. Guardians always had access to more power than most angels. But it was restrained, always controlled. What he’d summoned at Tower Bridge had been wild and devastating.
The angels around the table fell silent.
He looked up.
They’d asked something of him and waited for his reply. He hadn’t heard a word of it. “Council adjourned,” he said. They glanced at each other, open faces full of doubt. They judged him as out of control, as emotionally broken. They thought him tainted by