It had been almost a month since Aurora’s house had been nearly destroyed by two Memitim angels and a bludgolem, and today was the day she and Hawkyn could finally move in. She’d loved staying with his sister Idess and her mate, Lore, and their son, Mace, while contractors put her house back together, but it was way past time to have some privacy.
“I’ll just be happy to not hear them at all hours of the day,” Hawkyn had grumbled as they were packing. “Sex demons, man. How does Idess handle it?”
Aurora had promptly stuck her hand down his pants. “Are you saying I could ever wear you out?”
“Not a chance,” he’d said, returning the favor.
Idess and Lore were probably tired of hearing them, too.
Hawkyn dumped their bags on the new living room floor and looked around. Furniture would be there this afternoon, making the already small space even smaller. They’d discussed moving, but she loved this place, and until the baby was born, she wanted to be comfortable and stable. Hawk had agreed, understanding that she’d been through a lot, with more to come, and this was home.
It was going to be even more of a home with Hawkyn in it.
“I think we should check out the bedroom,” he said. “Make sure it’s up to par.”
She frowned. “The bedroom wasn’t damaged.”
He waggled his brow, and her knees went weak. “Wanna do some damage?”
Oh, yes. Yes, she did. She wanted to do a lot of damage. “Are we talking wrecking ball damage, or sledgehammer to the studs kind of damage?”
Flashing to her, he swept her up and hauled her to the bedroom. “Sledgehammer. You’re pregnant. But after the baby... I’ll get out the wrecking balls.”
She laughed and wedged her hand between their bodies so she could cup him through his jeans. “I think I’ll be the one wrecking balls.”
His groan vibrated every erogenous zone as he laid her out on the bed, and by the time he’d stripped her of every scrap of clothing and spread her out on the comforter, she was on fire.
“Don’t move,” he told her in a commanding voice that she didn’t dare disobey. Hell, no. She wasn’t going to risk screwing up whatever he had planned for her.
It was funny how she had more sexual experience than he did, and yet he had an erotic instinct that couldn’t be taught or learned. He could read her every breath, every shiver, every twitch of her muscles. He knew what she wanted and when. How fast, how hard, how dirty.
She watched him strip, loving how his supple bronze skin rippled over powerful muscles that moved with fluid grace and machine-like efficiency. Every time he removed an article of clothing, he did something to her. His T-shirt earned her a tender peck on the lips. His boots a lingering kiss on the neck. He sucked her nipples into his mouth, laving them with attention after he tossed his socks aside.
Soon, he was left only in jeans, no underwear, and her body grew liquid with anticipation. As he worked his fly with nimble fingers, she squirmed, whimpering when his hand went still and he shook his head.
“I told you not to move.”
“But—”
“Nope.” He lifted his hands, holding them up so they weren’t doing what they were supposed to be doing, which was either get him naked or get her off. “Spread your legs. Wider. There you go. I want to see all of you.”
She growled with frustration. “You’re so cruel.”
His casual shrug would have made her laugh if her entire body wasn’t throbbing with desire right now. “I do take after my father in some ways, I guess.”
Man, she loved that he was able to speak about Azagoth with easy affection now. Hawkyn’s job required him to work closely with his father, and Azagoth had been making real efforts to include not only Hawkyn, but all of his children, in Gra business. Before, the Memitim had only lived there, and Azagoth had been their landlord. Now Azagoth was trying to make Sheoul-gra a home.
Of course, it wasn’t easy. Azagoth was famous for not being one to share, for making bargains that overwhelmingly benefitted him, and for being extremely distrustful. With Lilliana “on vacation,” he’d been moody, but Hawkyn said the moods were more often good ones than bad ones now.
But even on the bad days that made Hawkyn moody as well, he’d come to her, and she’d taken it all away. Sometimes she’d knead away his tension with a massage that always turned hot, and other times he’d feed from her. Gently. Tenderly. Taking just enough from her to energize them both.
“Can we not talk about your father and instead talk about how you’re going to take your pants off?” she asked as she gripped the mattress hard to keep her hands from ripping the rest of his clothes off herself.
“You want me to talk about taking off my pants?” He reached down and popped a button, revealing the plum-ripe head of his erection. “Wouldn’t you rather I talk about what I’m going to do to you after I take them off?”
“Oh, yes,” she breathed. “Tell me.”
He freed another button, exposing a mouthwatering length of his dusky shaft. “I’m going to lick you everywhere, but I’m not going to tease you.” Another button. More shaft and more mouth watering. “I’m going to dive right between your legs and fill you with my tongue. I’m going to do that thing you like, you know, when I curl my tongue when it’s deep inside and hit you in that place that makes you come over and over.”
Oh, God, she was practically there already. Anticipation made her core clench and her breasts ache. She couldn’t keep her body still, her hips grinding on the mattress, her pelvis tilting up, inviting him to hurry.
“That’s it,” he murmured in a taut, husky voice. “Lift your knees. Dig your heels into the mattress so I can see all of you.”
Cheeks burning with both lust and a bit of shy inhibition, she did what he wanted, loving how his eyes went half-lidded and hotly possessive, and his chest heaved with a shuddering breath.
“That’s it, baby.” He popped the last button, freeing his straining erection.
He didn’t even wait to shove down his pants. He did exactly what he’d said he’d do and dove between her legs, thrusting his tongue inside her. A shout of ecstasy tore from her throat as he pressed the tip of his tongue against that spot he’d spoken of, sending her instantly, wildly, into her first orgasm.
He gripped her hips as he worked her through it, licking and sucking, and before the first one ended, another queued up right behind it.
“You taste so good,” he moaned against her, and the vibrations triggered yet another blinding climax.
She felt as though she were drowning in pleasure, like there was nothing around her except Hawkyn. Never had she been so happy. Never had she felt so cherished. And when he reared up and entered her in one smooth, almost violent motion, she realized she’d never been so freaking alive.
“You’re gorgeous,” he purred before his mouth found hers in a hot, urgent kiss.
He ground against her, his hips churning between her legs, and she lost herself to the passion he so easily brought out in her. Electric strikes of sensation sizzled at the tip of every nerve ending, making her lose control. She arched upward, spreading her legs even wider, demanding every inch he could give her.
A rumble of approval echoed in his chest and throat as he kissed a path across her cheek and changed up the rhythm of his thrusts, keeping her off balance, forcing her to concentrate on every delicious stroke. Good Lord, she burned for him, couldn’t get enough. She quivered with the need to come, but he kept her right on the edge with his incredible ability to adjust and adapt his touch, his thrusts, his hot breath as it fanned over her ear.
Dragging her hands down his back, she caressed every muscle, massaging with her fingers as she worked her way to his buttocks. She gripped him firmly, digging in as she locked her legs around his and met his thrusts with eager ones of her own. When her nails scored him, he went crazy, pumping into her in a frenzy. The slick, hot friction became too much, and she screamed his name as she finally went over the edge.
He went taut, his body straining, his head rocked back in a portrait of male ecstasy as he came. He jerked, his hot seed splashing inside her, stimulating her sensitive tissues beyond what she could handle, and yet another orgasm launched her into heights she wasn’t sure she could come down from.
Somehow, she did come down. She could barely move, her limbs tangled with his, his heavy weight pinning her to the mattress. He shifted onto his side and pulled her on top of him so she could breathe, and they lay that way for a long time, just taking in the moment. And each other.
“Oh,” she finally said with a yawn, “did I tell you my parents and brother will be here tomorrow?”
“What?” Hawkyn jackknifed up, practically throwing her off of him. “Tomorrow? I thought you said next week.”
“I did. Last week.” She giggled at the panic in his expression. He really did want to make a good impression. Hawkyn, an angel with powers her family couldn’t comprehend, was worried about meeting her parents and brother.
“What if they hate me?”
Gently, she took his hand in hers. “What if they do? It won’t change anything.” She kissed his knuckles. “But they won’t. I mean, come on. I landed an angel. I’m like, a celebrity in the Wytch community now. Besides, unless my brother accidentally knocks someone up, he’s never going to get married and give them grandchildren.” She winked. “So that makes me the one they can’t piss off.”
Laughing, he twisted around and took her back down to the mattress. As she lay back on the pillow, he covered her body with his and propped himself up on his elbows above her. Behind him, his exquisite wings spread out and lowered to wrap them in a cocoon of intimacy, an angel’s embrace that was more than affectionate. It was a promise, a vow, and it was everything.
His eyes gleamed with a wicked spark that lit her up again. She was always quick to ignite around him. She would always be tinder to his flame.
“I love you,” he whispered, and her eyes stung.
This was the first time he’d said that. And when she said it back, it might have been the first time she’d spoken those words out loud, but she knew, without a doubt, that the love had been there almost from the beginning.
And this was a beginning. The beautiful thing was that, thanks to their eternal lives, she didn’t have to worry about an ending. At least, not the bad kind.
Because as Hawkyn eased himself inside her, she was counting on having many, many happy endings.
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