Ninety-nine percent of the time, Zagan felt he had control of his life, his destiny and his decisions. Lucifer’s little stunt, restricting his access to earth was so out of the ordinary he couldn’t believe it’d even happened. But to know his precious mate had been in danger? Zagan placed the blame firmly on two people. Lucifer and that wretched Zoltus. Lucifer, he could do nothing about. The pesky demon was right in that his power over the Underworld and all who lived there was absolute. If he wanted every demon in existence to parade around the main square doing the chicken dance naked, he could do it. In fact, if memory served him right, Lucifer had ordered exactly that about eight hundred years before.
Zoltus on the other hand was toast the moment Zagan caught up with her. She may have been nowhere near his angel at the time he was attacked, but thanks to her, his mate’s body was covered in purple bruises and his sweet confidence was shattered. All Zagan could do, all he knew how to do, was show his mate with actions rather than words, just how important he’d become in such a short space of time.
It started with a kiss. Four tiny letters grouped into such an innocuous word, and yet the power behind a kiss done right was immeasurable. Zagan could feel the tingle right down to his toes as their lips met and as much as his bullish half wanted to claim and plunder, Zagan wanted to savor every sensation. The little sigh Anael gave as he surrendered. The flutter of his eyelashes as his brilliant blue eyes closed. The way Anael’s fingers flexed against the ridges of his shoulders as though he couldn’t get close enough and the sweet unfurl of his mate’s cock against his abs as Anael’s skin started to glow.
A blink and a wish and they were lying in bed. Uncaring of the drips of water marring his bedding, Zagan focused on the here and now; his lips gently coaxing more sighs and quickened breaths from his sensual mate. Unlike the countless demons he’d been with who immediately grabbed for his cock, Anael caressed every part of his body with a reverence Zagan never thought he’d enjoy. But he did, because in every brush of soft fingers on his skin, Anael shared his glow and for Zagan they were like badges of honor worn on his skin. The honor that he’d been chosen for one so beautiful as his mate.
But for all the poetry in his head, his body had needs and Zagan couldn’t hold off his demon half forever. He slid his hand down Anael’s supple spin avoiding the bruises. “Are you sure you’re up for this?” He remembered to ask as his fingers pushed into the crack of Anael’s pert bum. He’d stop if asked, because he of all people should never be one to cause his angel harm, but he sighed with relief when Anael pushed back against his fingers.
“I want to feel you,” Anael whispered across his lips as he arched back onto Zagan’s fingers. “When I thought you were in danger…that other woman….”
Zagan growled. Soft and sweet was all very well, but his precious needed reminding they were blessed with forever and he intended on showing his angel just how much he loved him every second of it. Words weren’t anything without actions behind them. Zagan got to work gently stretched his mate, one finger at a time; using copious lube and never pushing for more until he felt Anael’s body totally relax. His other hand was busy stroking his mate’s soft skin, tweaking his nipples and interspersing kisses with nibbles everywhere he could reach.
“I swear I’m ready,” Anael cried at last.
Kneeling up, Zagan cradled Anael’s thighs across his arms, spreading his mate’s legs and pushing them gently towards his chest. Anael’s cute little star winked at him, the guardian muscles softened from his lavish attentions.
Refusing to let another minute pass without feeling his mate’s body surrounding his throbbing cock, Zagan surged forward, a low groan wrenched from his chest as his dick found its mark. Heat. Warmth. Pressure. All things any demon, or man of any species for that matter, enjoyed sinking their cock into. But when he was with Anael it was as if their sex was coated with a special sauce.
Zagan had never been able to put his finger on it; couldn’t describe what it was if his life depended on it, but as his balls kissed Anael’s butt, he looked up. Anael’s face was flushed, his lips puffy from their kisses. His eyes were half-lidded, and his nostrils flared as his slender chest heaved. His hands reached forward as though longing to touch him. Dropping one of Anael’s legs, Zagan tilted his upper body slightly so he could lean over without losing his grip. Anael’s hands scorched his skin as he started to thrust; his pecs, obliques all covered in trails of Anael’s unearthly glow.
As those questing fingers travelled up his neck, Zagan shivered and thrust faster. His need for his mate unfurled like a growing flame; Anael’s touch more potent than gasoline. That whispered thought reminded him how close his precious came to being burned and while he knew in his logical brain Anael would’ve healed, his logical brain wasn’t in charge of his thinking process. In that moment all that mattered was letting Anael know he was owned, he was loved, and he’d be damn well feeling that love every time he sat down for the next week.
Not that Anael seemed to mind. His touches became more urgent, his hips trying to thrust back, his cock bobbing and leaking steadily with every move. Conscious of not wanting to squash his mate, Zagan slid his elbow carefully along the blankets so he could cup Anael’s head. Anael caught on fast, looping his hands around his neck, their lips clashing together.
Kiss, thrust, breathe. A rhythm as old as time itself, but for Zagan it was as if this was his very first time. Every sensation was enhanced and as he pounded his way to his inevitable conclusion, Anael whispered, “It’s the power of our love.” The instant the last word fell from Anael’s lips, Zagan slammed in hard and came; his body almost sobbing in relief as the waves of his orgasm swept through him. Seconds later, Anael gave a muted yell, finding his own release and Zagan felt his cock give an extra pulse as Anael’s insides gripped him in a vise.
“You are so precious to me,” Zagan whispered, brushing his lips against his mate’s one last time before he had to move. He wasn’t sure his arms could hold him up anymore, but as he made to roll over, Anael rolled with him, curling up to him as though it was the only place he wanted to be. Clean up can wait, he thought as he tightened his hold around his mate and closed his eyes.