and pulled his head back. "So fucking good," I growled, driving into him a little deeper. "Just like I always imagined."
And his breath caught. "Nick."
"Shut up," I told him as I thrust again, squeezing his shaft just a little tighter. "You want me to make this hurt, and I will."
"Yes," he breathed.
And that was when I understood. He wanted me to punish him, so I did. I fucked him hard, using that fist in his hair to bend him back until I could kiss him as I pleased. This moment was the only time he didn't have to be in control. The decision was out of his hands. He couldn't blame himself, which was all he needed to finally give in.
There, in the middle of our kitchen, feet away from where we'd both watched our wife die, I finally began to understand the man who'd given up everything to be with me. This proud, powerful, amazing angel. The worlds all thought he was evil, so he wore that like his own armor. He'd shielded himself with the hate others were willing to throw at him. But he couldn't do that with me.
"Lucifer," I breathed against his ear. "My sweet, sweet Lucifer."
"Satan," he gasped, his ass clenching around me.
"Cum, angel," I begged. "Stop fucking fighting me and just cum."
He slapped the table, his hips rocking in time with mine, and then I felt it. His breath caught first, his body tensing a second later, and then his ass got so tight, but I didn't stop. I pumped through it, teasing the underside of his dick each time I reached the tip until he moaned, the sound everything I expected from an angel. Hearing it, I couldn't have held off if I tried. I felt his dick throb with his release beneath my hand, and I wasn't far behind, my balls clenching tight just before I spilled myself deep in his ass.
And then we both collapsed against the table, still connected. For just a minute, we sucked at the air, desperately trying to catch our breath. Then, beneath me, Luke chuckled.
"Yeah," he huffed, still breathing hard. "Now, we have to figure out what comes next."
"Sleep," I told him as I slid out of his body. "We'll figure out the rest later. It's not like either one of us is going anywhere, right?"
Luke turned to face me. "I'm not, Nick. I can't."
"And I will never make you," I swore. "Luke, you worry about keeping your promises, but this is mine. We will never be enemies again."
He nodded, the movement just a little jiggle of his head. "I swear I'm not going anywhere."
"That," I told him, "is the only promise I want. I like it a whole lot better than the other one, but you can only have one eternal vow."
"I'm not going anywhere," he said again, and then he reached up to palm the side of my face. "I swear it."
9
Sienna
Something rustled. I rolled over, not quite ready to wake up, and a lean arm moved around my waist. Then something heavy swept across my legs. It felt enough like a snake that I sucked in a breath and wrenched my eyes open, only to find a thick, black tail. Wait. Tail?
But my movement had disturbed Sam, who jerked his wing back. Like me, that made him wake up, so now both of us were sitting up, gaping at Bel and Ron. Our jumping had disturbed them too, but they hadn't quite figured out the problem. I looked back to Sam, who just shook his head, making it clear he had no idea what was going on. That was when Bel figured it out, looking at his black skin with relief.
I was a human and the three of them were demons. Not fairies. Not humans either, and I was definitely not a demon. We all wore our own bodies, in the same place, at the same time. The big question was why. An even bigger one was if Ron was ok.
"Your right side?" I asked him.
Ron made a face. "I'm used to it, Sia." And he rolled onto his back. "Yep, the wing's locked up again, and my leg feels bent."
"Ok." I patted Sam's leg. "Let me up. I'm going to go see what's going on."
"Yeah..." Sam said. "I should probably mention that Nick and Luke were kinda getting hot in the kitchen last night. Just so you're prepared."
I just chuckled. "Well, that explains it. Nick's distracting himself." And I moved to crawl