Sleeping Redemption (Feathers of Darkness Duet #1)

Chapter 22

Chapter Twenty-Two

A fter Rook filled Wolff’s mind with all sorts of stories about their explicit pleasures, even using his trickster powers to help solidify his memory, I was left without a pet to keep me company. Was it so wrong to want a critter to cuddle and obey me?

It was also pissing me off that things were turning into a three against one situation in my own damn home. As it were, Rook and Atlas were both here nearly all the damn time. To have Sylas coming around more frequently was not making my life any easier as they all seemed to band together as one dysfunctionally functional unit.

I was grateful that Sylas only popped in and out of here at his cantankerous leisure, or else I’d have three headstrong men all over my ass twenty-four-seven. Although, the thought of that wasn’t entirely unpleasant if Sy wasn’t such a goddamn stubborn, self-righteous asshole.

“Are you just going to sit there and pout all day?” Sy’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts as I sat there on the center cushion of my sofa.

Giving him a cross look, I crossed my arms in front of my stomach. “I bought all this stuff for Wolff. Now, what am I going to do with it?”

Atlas sank down onto the cushion next to me, his arm draping around my shoulders as he tugged me against his side. His body was warm enough to take the edge off my foul mood, but only slightly.

“Kinley,” he murmured as he reached over and his fingers grabbed my chin to turn my face towards him. “I know you’re disappointed, but given the circumstances, it was the right thing to do.”

“Since when have you been worried about the right thing to do?” My voice was laced with irritation. There was a point in time where the old Atlassian was more concerned about what I wanted than he was about the right thing to do. These days, he aligned closer to Sylas than the cambion I had grown to love. The one I didn’t approve.

There was a flicker of hurt across his grey eyes, quickly replaced with understanding.

“We’ll make it up to you, angel. I promise.” The pad of his thumb brushed across my lower lip, and I thought of all the rather sinful things I could demand of him.

As Rook returned to the living room, he clapped his hands together with a satisfied smile.

“Well, all that is taken care of. Who is up for some sandwiches?” A hopeful expression lit up his face. His hand came to rest on his belt, showing he was prepared to make a fresh batch.

A soft sigh escaped me, unsure that even one of Rook’s culinary specials could raise my spirits.

Sylas shook his head, grumbling to himself.

Noting my disinterest, Atlas dropped his hand away from my face. “Why don’t we all go out and get a bite to eat? Anything you want.”

“All of us?” I looked at Atlas questioningly and then over to the other two standing in my living room.

The first to respond was Rook. “I’m along for the ride, love.” He winked at me, his roguish smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

There was a bit of hesitation coming from Sylas. His voice was gruff but obliging. “As long as there is no more pet shopping.”

My pouty demeanor finally subsided as I thought about what I’d like to eat. When it popped into my head, my baby blues lit up with excitement as I sat up straight in my seat.

“I want a chocolate maple bacon sundae!” I declared.

I was met with surprised looks from all of them at the random selection of food.

Atlas patted my side before giving me a tender squeeze. “A chocolate…maple bacon sundae it is.”

It turned out that the only place in Brixton that could handle my chosen sundae was on the other side of town, a small ice cream shop called Anything But Vanilla .

I was the only unlucky one of the group who didn’t have the ability to just poof myself wherever I desired in the blink of an eye. It was a hell of an ongoing punishment for deciding not to live under Daddy’s roof — or cloud — anymore. Given that minor hitch, Rook volunteered to drive us all there in my car.

As Rook whipped into a parking spot along the sidewalk, he jammed on the brakes, sending us all lurching forward before rocking us back harshly into our seats.

I giggled and clapped my hands while seated in the front passenger seat. “Ooh! Let’s do that again!”

Sy and Atlas both spoke up from the back seat firmly in unison. “No.”

Rook reached over and grabbed my hand, bringing the back of it to his lips. “Another time, love.” He gave me a dashing waggle of his pierced brow as he nipped the back of each of my fingers affectionately after the delicate kiss he had planted on my hand.

We all filed out of my Maserati and onto the sidewalk. Atlas joined me on one side, Rook on the other, and Sylas walked ahead of us with his hands tucked into his pockets, still muttering about Rook’s driving skills.

Mr. Piss-and-Moan slowed to a stop as we passed Brixton’s oldest church, a building made of weathered stone and stained glass. The rest of us came to a halt behind me. Sy stared up at the oversized oak doors in what looked like a state of somber contemplation.

After several moments, Atlas finally broke the silence. “If you need a minute?—”

“No. Let’s go.” Sylas gruffly cut off my guardian angel’s words and walked forward purposefully.

The three of us continued following after sharing looks amongst ourselves. Once we passed the holy building, I glanced back at it ruefully before we rounded the corner onto the street where the ice cream parlor was located.

We quickly got settled in a four-person booth with Atlas and Rook seated across from Sy and me. We all engaged in light conversation as we perused the menu filled with various combinations of sundaes.

“What type of jelly do you think they use on the PB&J sundae?” Rook asked contemplatively.

I chuckled as I sat there. “Probably not the kind you’re looking for,” I responded with a grin on my face.

My trickster demon nodded before dropping the menu back down onto the table. “In that case, I’m glad I can always pull it straight from the tap.”

Sylas set his face in a hard glare. “If your hands so much as move below the tabletop, Rook, I will personally see to it that you have to eat your sandwiches with your toes.”

“Kinky.” Rook smirked before looking over at me. “Love, you wouldn’t mind giving me a hand would you?”

That prompted a bristle and frustrated huff from the archangel at my side. I reached over and patted his muscled thigh while giving Rook a pointed look to behave himself. Sylas seemed to ease back into his seat while my hand rested on top of his leg while another type of tension seemed to be lingering just under the surface.

Smoothing things over, Atlas changed the subject as his eyes met my own. “Is there anything you want to do after we are done here, angel?”

I mulled over what I was in the mood for, and as I did so, I felt the slight graze of Atlas’s leg against mine underneath the table. A heat rolled up my leg from the contact, my eyes darkening at the sensation that awakened a hunger in me.

“I may have something in mind,” I responded with lustful intentions clear in my eyes. You could nearly feel the shift in the air across the table. Atlas straightened up in his seat, his leg brushing against mine again. This time it was quite intentional.

I slid out of my seat, Atlas’s eyes following me like a hawk eyeing its next meal. Approaching his side of the booth, I reached out and wrapped my hand around his, coaxing him out of his seat.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Rook’s wolfish grin and Sy’s stonelike gaze before I led Atlas to the back of the establishment where the bathrooms were located. Entering the single-person bathroom, I could feel Atlas’s hand tightening around mine in anticipation.

Without warning, I turned on him and shoved him back against the door with a feral glint in my crystalline eyes. His back hit the wood with a solid thud as desire pooled in his gaze.

“Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you. That’s all I’ve ever wanted,” he said, his voice carrying a huskiness to it.

Pressing myself against him, my hand slid over the side of his neck as I tauntingly brushed my lips over his. My demand rolled out in a sultry whisper, “Pray.”

My other hand trailed down the front of his body, my fingertips dancing along the hard lines of his muscles present underneath his shirt.

Keeping my eyes glued to his, I gave a harsh jerk of his belt as I undid it. “Pray to God. I want to hear you tell Him how it feels like the right thing to have your dick in my throat.”

Atlas stifled a groan as my hand swiftly opened up his pants, the zipper already bulging out from his hardening cock. He visibly swallowed, and his breath grew heavy in anticipation.

“Angel… I’ll pray to whatever deity you want while your mouth worships my cock.” His hands came to both sides of my head, entangling his fingers in my dual-toned tresses.

His growing need was evident in the way he firmly grasped onto my hair as I lowered myself to my knees before him. The hard tile reminded me of all the times I had blown him in the back of a church while he was still a cambion.

Pulling his boxers down out of my way, his dick jutted out, presenting me with what I planned to feast on. My fingers curled around the steely length at its base and guided the swollen head toward my lips. In one slow lick, I lapped up the bead of pre-cum from the tip, drawing a shiver from Atlas’s body.

From there, I guided my mouth onto his cock, letting my lips wrap around his girth. The sound of a groan from deep in his chest stirred a primal hunger in me.

“God, that’s my good little angel.” He tipped his head back against the door while my mouth enclosed around his dick, inch by tortuous inch. “You’re exactly what I need.”

Sliding him further into my throat, I began savoring the taste of his flesh as my tongue swirled along the pulsing veins of his shaft. Continuing forward, the rounded head ventured into the tightness of my throat.

Atlas released a guttural moan of approval. “That’s it, angel, take my dick into that tight little throat of yours.”

I began to bob my head along his length, and with each movement forward, I took him even deeper inside of me. The sounds of his pants encouraged me to keep my pace at a point that held him right on edge.

“God, there is nothing more right than having my cock in your mouth. Fuck.” He moaned out his pleasure. His hands held my head firmly now struggling to give me full control of my movements.

My hand came to cup his balls, playing with them gently in my palm. His hips jutted forward into my mouth, a sign of his increasing pleasure.

His voice came out strained by that point. “Holy Christ. Your damn mouth, your touch, all of it is the most right thing in this universe.”

I hummed against his cock, picking up my movements. His prayers satisfied me to the point where I wanted to reward him even more. Venturing away from lightly massaging his sensitive sack, I collected some of my excess saliva at the base of his cock, rolling my finger through it.

Moving my hand between his legs again, I bypassed his heavy sac to the area further beyond.

Atlas noticeably tensed at the realization of where my touch headed. His breathing picked up while my mouth continued to work over his dick.

My finger stroked over the smooth patch of skin behind his sack until I came to the tight hole I was looking for. My spit-covered finger teased the puckered entrance. Tracing the area lightly, I began to apply pressure as I pushed the tip of my finger into the narrow opening.

“Angel,” Atlas grunted. “You keep that up, I’m not going to last.”

Taking his dick further into my throat, my finger pushed into him deeper. I curled the tip of my digit, massaging the walls of the passageway.

His hands on my head trembled as they fisted my hair, his hips jerking forward to thrust into my mouth.

“Fuck. Angel, keep fucking me just like that.” Heavy pants filled the small space of the bathroom. His groans grew closer together, sounding more urgent with every passing second.

With my finger plugged up inside his ass up to the second knuckle, I forced his cock past my gag reflex, and it was his unraveling. Atlas’s hips shuddered, and his cock began to spasm inside my mouth. He cursed out loudly as his cum exploded from the head of his dick. The mild and salty flavor coated the entirety of my mouth and the back of my throat as I eagerly swallowed it down.

My finger massaged the tight muscle of his ass, working him through his release until he ran dry. It seemed to provide him with pleasurable aftershocks, each movement prompting light twitches in his body.

After he was fully spent, I pulled my mouth off his cock and removed my finger from him. With a playful smirk, I finally spoke up. “You pray so well for me.”

“A-fucking-men,” he rasped out in complete satisfaction.