Sleeping Redemption (Feathers of Darkness Duet #1)

Chapter 5

Chapter Five

M y dark feathered vixen had returned home sooner than expected, forcing me to exit the garage’s side door hastily. As she inspected the door I had inadvertently left open, it was the appearance of that asswipe trickster that interrupted what could have been an enchanting moment between us.

I was able to watch as the two interacted inside the garage, cloaked by the bushes outside the window on the side of her house. A house which was large enough for the litters of Nephilim we would have when I bred her.

The fucking bastard of a demon put his hands on my property, leaving me fighting back the blind rage that threatened to overcome me. I wanted nothing more than to barge in there, gut him, and proceed to choke him with his own intestines.

The only consolation of choosing to remain out of sight was appreciating the sight of Kinley’s body as each article of clothing was stripped from her. It was a short-lived feeling though, because the moment the shitbag began touching her, nausea churned in my stomach. He didn’t deserve to touch her like that; no one except me should defile that sinful goddess.

A snarl rumbled past my lips, unable to tear my eyes away from the scene unfolding before me. Hearing all her moans easily through the glass pane, I shut my eyes and imagined how they would sound even sweeter under my touch. Each of those pleasure-filled shouts needed to bear more pain than she received. The demon couldn’t even do that part right. That’s why she needed me to show her, to teach her.

Dropping a hand down to the front of my current host’s pants, I began palming the less-than-awe-inspiring erection. The body I had jumped into was one of her gardeners, and he lacked in the endowment department. When I finally got my chance with my devious angel, I would need to ensure my host body was better equipped.

Once Kinley was mine, I would have her teardrops with every one of my meals, feed her my cock for each one of hers, and she would be mine to force to her knees and serve me—only me.

I didn’t like other people touching my things, but I would have to overlook the actions of the disgusting excuse of a servant of Hell for now.

I prepared to be on my way as things began to wrap up, but whatever happened next was unclear. Kinley began yelling at the trickster while wiping at her inner thigh, causing a smear of dark liquid.

Emphatically her arms waved about, occasionally bending over to gather her clothes. It wasn’t difficult to hear the conversation when her emotions were on the rise.

“Don’t give me that smug fuckin’ look!” She jabbed a finger at him. “You knew exactly what you were doing! I told you I didn’t want your damn cum in me!” She bent over again, this time standing to violently throw one of his boots at him.

The trickster appeared calm, easily dodging the footwear. After she had tugged on all her clothes except for her shirt, he approached her. Trying to place his hands on her shoulders was a failed effort as she evaded his touch.

Stupid move, kid. A swift backhand would have been more effective.

“Love, it was an honest misunderstanding.” Given the sparkling in his eyes, he wasn’t even trying to hide the lie. “It will wear off in time, unless I add to it, of course.” He smirked at my dark little bird, and it made me want to drive a sword straight through his throat.

She snatched up a wrench off the floor and swung it at him. His hand caught her wrist in midair. Plucking the weapon from her hand and examining it, his mouth dragged over its handle.

“Mm, you left quite a delicious mess on this.” His tongue gave a final lick to the end of the tool.

The action only drew more aggravation from my girl as she tossed her hands up. “Get the fuck OUT!” she screamed at him.

The first intelligent thing he had done this entire time was to rest the wrench on the workbench and gather the remainder of his clothes, not forgetting that ridiculous cane of his.

“Don’t miss me too much. Until you need me next, Kinley.” He puckered his lips at her in a kissing motion before his presence dissipated in the blink of an eye.

Thank all things unholy he finally left her alone; she would be so much better off without his perverted games.

Kinley’s shoulders sank as she let go of the tension in them once she was alone inside the garage. She tipped her head back, looking up at the ceiling like it could give her a glimpse into the heavens. It was an odd sight to see from her, knowing no one up above has given a rat’s ass about her in a very long time.

My fingertip trailed down the glass in front of me, following the curve of her bare body. Watching her stand still for a minute or two nearly gave me the courage to rush in there to wrap my arms around her. That was until I recalled that I was stuck in this busted can of biscuits and a poor excuse for a vessel. It was unfortunate, but I would have to bide my time. Just a little longer.

I can make everything better for you. I will make everything as it should be, dark angel.

With her arms full of her belongings, she finally made her way inside the house. She could have her space for a little longer while I finalized my plans to lure her into my embrace for the length of eternity.