Sleeping Redemption (Feathers of Darkness Duet #1)

Chapter 25

Chapter Twenty-Five

I stood there contemplating how many lives a trickster demon actually had because I wanted to knock one out of him for every time he had left me in a fouler mood than how I had arrived.

When I had shown up in the basement, it looked like both Atlas and Rook had been prepared to keep Kin preoccupied. I knew she had been upset by the scene she stumbled onto in the bathroom, enough to trigger her into an episode. I couldn’t blame either man for their efforts to thoroughly distract her, but hell, if it didn’t piss me off.

Who was the one who cleaned up the shattered soul left behind? Me.

Who was the one who was constantly worried about the saliranimum demon on the loose? Me.

And guess who was the only one harboring the fear that the prophecy I had read about would fulfill itself? Fucking me.

Releasing a heavy sigh with my hands anchored on my hips, I was now stuck in this cosmopolitan-chic sex dungeon with Kinley. The space was full of modern essentials that you’d expect to find in such a room. However, there were a few ancient artifacts that had me questioning if she kept them as souvenirs or put them to use.

My eyes observed one such example—a pear of anguish. I shuddered.

Eventually, I heard Kin murmuring to herself as she tapped away on her phone. She lay on that chaise like a cat sunning itself, her white blonde hair streaked with charcoal black contrasted sharply with the blue of the pillow tucked behind her head. Her slender body was at ease while her eyes glimmered with excitement.

“What are you doing?” I sounded more accusatory than I intended.

Without looking up at me, she continued swiping across the phone screen in her hands. “Ordering food.”

Dropping my hands to my sides, I stepped over to her and plucked the cell from her hands. I took a look at her screen.

“What the fuck?” I muttered as I saw hundreds of dollars of food orders in various stages of being prepared for delivery.

Kinley merely gave me a smile feigning innocence and a shitty excuse. “I couldn’t decide what I wanted. A girl has needs.”

My scowl was set hard on my face, and it prompted her to pout as she swung her legs off the chaise and sat up.

“Aw, Sy, don’t give me that look. It’s a win-win situation; I get toys with each of my meals, and you can have the scraps afterward.” The blue of her eyes darkened like the furthest depths of the sea.

Great. A twisted spin on her equivalent of a kid’s meal.

I snorted. “I will give you any look I damn well please. And this,” I waved her phone in the air, “is exactly the opposite of what we need.”

Shaking my head, I began to see which orders I could still cancel.

That’s when I heard a primal growl out of Kin, and she was suddenly in my space. It was only a matter of several well-executed moves before she had pried her phone from me and then forcefully shoved me back until my ass fell onto the lounger.

“Take a load off, Sy,” she demanded with a smirk on her pink glossed lips before she dropped her phone into the pocket of the fitted black leather jacket she wore.

She stepped up to me, leaning over so her hands could firmly grab my knees and spread them wide enough for her to stand between them.

“We don’t have time for this bullshit. We’ve got enough goddamn messes to juggle, Kin. Do you even have any concept of self-preservation these days?” My irritation with her ran high.

A light giggle erupted from between her lips. “Self-preservation? That’s all I’ve got, Sylas. Everything I do, I do it for me. I do it to make me feel good, to keep me grounded.” Her hands slid up my jean-clad thighs at a pace that was slow and still somehow not nearly fast enough.

In an effort to keep my head in the game, I got straight to the severity of the matters we were all dealing with. “You’ve drawn the attention of a rare demon whose love language is stalking and torture. Your Divinity Sword is still God knows where, except He doesn’t actually know where. Then, there’s the matter of the balances of Heaven and Hell shifting, and no one seems to know why.”

The warmth of her hands disappeared from my legs as she straightened up. Instead, she used them to peel her jacket from her upper body. It fell to the floor with a soft swoosh as she stared me down.

“I can handle a little stalking and torture,” she said quietly as her fingers skimmed over the thin strap of the lacy black and scarlet bustier top adhered to her tantalizing body.

It pushed up her perfectly round breasts like they were pieces of fine art on display at a museum.

“That’s not my point, Kin.” I managed to grit out past the distraction her body was providing.

The tips of her red–excuse me, scarlet–painted nails dragged down over the swell of her cleavage, drifting further down her body until they arrived at the button of her jeans.

She gave me a knowing smile. “My sword will find its way back home.”

I scoffed. “It’s not going to grow wings and fly back to you.”

“Hm, no, I suppose not.” Her fingers popped open the button on her jeans.

The tone of my voice dropped low with the edge of a warning to it, “Kin, what are you doing?” I wasn’t even sure why I asked the question, my cock knew damn well what she was doing. Discreetly, my hand nudged the bulge forming at the front of my jeans down.

“I’m balancing the scales by giving Heaven a small taste of Hell.” Her teeth pressed into her bottom lip as her eyes unapologetically raked down my body to where my dick was trying to break loose from its denim prison.

Judging by the sultry tone of her voice, she expected this balancing act to be hands-on. Her fingers released the button of her jeans before sliding the zipper down several inches. I was in such a state of surprise that I could only sit there as a powerless bystander.

Kinley shimmied the material down over her hips, revealing the lace thong underneath. My eyes never broke away from the sight of her body that had a death grip on me.

I needed to be stronger; I was a man of morals. My dick, on the other hand? It craved immorality.

My hands clutched onto the fabric of my pants at the tops of my thighs as I continued to watch her strip down until she was in nothing but the pair of panties and that enticing lace bustier.

“Kin, things are serious. We’re talking life or death here.” I tried to dissuade her from continuing on her current path.

She smirked as she walked up to me and crawled onto my lap, her legs parting to straddle my hips. “I know. Right now, thirteen delivery drivers are seriously on their way here, and if I don’t get my needs met, it will be about their life or death.”

My arms stretched out over the back of the chaise, my hands grasping the wooden frame tightly to prevent myself from actively succumbing to temptation.

Leaning forward so her face was barely a breath from my own, Kinley sat down right on the front of my jeans, where my cock nearly fucking begged to break the zipper.

“Your choice, Sy. You can either clean up my mess of discarded toys or…” She grinned wickedly at me with a soft chuckle. “Or you can clean up my mess on your pants.” Her hips rolled suggestively against my throbbing dick.

I almost fucking choked on my groan. The heat of her pussy seeped straight through the barrier of clothing between us.

Her hands slid up the front of my chest, leaving a trail of prickling need at the contact. Grabbing my shoulders, she rubbed herself over my straining erection. I closed my eyes and tipped my head back, trying to ignore the way my cock swelled with need.

“Kin.” My voice was raspy under the strain of my faltering control. I swallowed hard past the lump in my throat as I fought to pull some of the blood in my dick back up into my brain. “There… There’s other ways.”

With her hips now slowly grinding against me, she brought her lips to my ear. Instead of uttering a few words, she fucking moaned. It was an even more beautiful sound than I had ever dreamed of, and I had a collection of dreams about how that sound would grace my ears.

Her lips tickled my ear as she whispered, “I can feel how much you want it. How much you want to help me.”

She was determined to be my undoing. If there ever was a test of my faith, this had to be it.

Grabbing tighter onto the back of the lounger, every muscle in my body was tighter than a coil ready to break. I resorted to the only thing I knew to attempt to summon any semblance of strength in me.

“ Ave maria, gratia plena, dominus te ?—”

Suddenly, Kinley fisted the front of my shirt, yanking me upright. My eyes popped open to be greeted with the sight of her beauty. Her lips were parted slightly to accommodate her heavier breaths as she rode my rapidly hardening erection.

With an amused smile curling over her lips, she spoke through her moans. “Really, Sy? Praying to the Holy Virgin?”

I clenched my jaw as she dragged her panty-covered pussy over my hard length again. A low growl rumbled in my chest.

“You know,” she began before her tongue slipped out between her lips and licked over the scruff on the cleft of my chin. “Mother Mary was a fucking prude. I always liked Mary Magdalene more. She knew what she wanted and how to have a good time.”

Before I could be outraged at the blasphemous statements coming out of Kin’s mouth, she roughly caught my nipples between her thumb and forefingers and pinched them. Even with the thin material of my shirt over them, a flare of pain enhanced the pleasure her hips drove against me.

A groan slipped out of me. Then, she twisted both of my nipples, and I nearly lost all common sense and propriety. I wanted to grab her, bend her over my lap, and show her which one of us was in charge here. Instead, I continued torturing myself by resisting every urge in my body.

Internally, I scrambled to suppress my thoughts and desires. I could have had a full-blown debate with myself, listing all the reasons why I shouldn’t want Kinley. Yet, here she was, rubbing her cunt all over the swell of my cock like she was marking me with the sweet scent of her wet desire.

I spoke in a strained voice. “You couldn’t just use one of the many damn toys in here?” I attempted to offer her an alternative to grinding on me.

Her deep blue eyes met mine. “Mmm, Sy. Don’t you get it?”

The pace of her hips increased their rough movements against me. At this point, the dampness from her body had soaked into the front of my pants from her arousal, and it was driving me insane. My cock wanted to be coated by it; I wanted to feel her body’s wetness dripping from my dick.

Kin released my nipples, which prickled from the twisting and tugging. Her hands came to my face, cupping each cheek in her palms.

“I could fuck every toy in this room, but none of them would smell like you. None of them have the scent of the sun and the clouds, the grace and the power, and they sure as hell don’t make such perfectly feral groans.”

With our eyes locked on one another, my chest rose and fell with heavy pants as she spoke to me like she was speaking straight to my core.

The pad of her thumb rubbed over my bottom lip, and I gave another groan as the pleasure flooded my veins with each sinfully determined movement of her hips.

The tingling sensation ran down my spine and grew stronger at my base. I groaned loudly before my hands came to Kinley’s hips, grabbing them tight enough to bruise. My body warred with my mind, and I wasn’t sure if I was trying to stop her or drag her body harder over mine.

“Fuck! Kin, y-you… you need to stop.” A desperate plea filled my voice now. “I can’t hang on.” I panted hard as I struggled with the effort to stop my control from caving entirely.

“Please, Sy. I need more.” Her voice ticked up in pitch as she moaned out my name. I wanted to demand she say it again just as she had, with the sound of her pleasure coursing through it. I wanted to tell her I wanted her to cum all over my cock and then have her lick it clean. Most of all, I wanted her to say she was mine.

Growling fiercely at my struggle during this time of weakness, I tilted my head back against the chaise, and my hips bucked up against Kinley’s soaked pussy. I wanted to burn a goddamn hole in the front of my jeans and shove my cock deep into her more than anything I’d ever wanted.

The pressure continued to build, and before I could stop my actions, my hands slid over Kin’s hips, where they roughly grabbed two handfuls of her firm ass. My fingers dug into her flesh, pulling to spread her cheeks wide as my hands drove her body down against my steely erection with my holy strength ensuring her compliance.

My control fucking frayed a little at a time, and I was only one touch away from an inevitable snap.

Kinley’s body shuddered against mine as she tensed and cried out. Her heavy pants intertwined with her moans of ecstasy as her release smeared against my pants.

I cursed in our ancient language as I roared my release, and my cock felt like a bottle rocket as it unleashed my cum all inside my boxers. An intoxicating sensation of sexual satisfaction and relief washed over me.

When the haze of my release began to dissipate, my hands immediately fell away from Kinley’s body. A twinge of guilt tugged at losing a battle with my morals, and the pride I normally had in my self-control took a hit.

I stared up at the ceiling as my head rested against the back of the chaise, still breathing heavily. Meanwhile, Kin had her head against my shoulder as the rest of her body lightly rubbed against me like a harmless little kitten.

Before I could say a word to her, Rook’s voice broke the silence in the room. “Bloody hell, what happened here?” he asked with a French fry just barely staying between his lips.

Lifting my head upright, the demon stood before us with multiple bags of food in his arms. A slow and deliberate smirk formed over his face.

“Mate! Well fucking done, yeah?” He crossed the room to set the bags down on a bench. “I didn’t think you had it in you.”

Narrowing my eyes at Rook, I shifted Kinley off my lap, sliding her off to the side onto the chaise. I felt the familiar tension and cold exterior come over me as I stood.

Ignoring Rook’s impressed commentary, I headed for the bathroom. “I’m going to go wash up,” I bluntly stated.

Rook chuckled as his eyes followed me. “I can offer my services if you fancy, Sy. Our girl can attest to how thorough my tongue can be. Isn’t that right, love?”

From behind me, I could hear Kinley’s infectious giggle.

I grumbled and shook my head to myself before rejecting his offer. “Rook, I’d sooner use a leech than have your mouth near me.”

The trickster didn’t miss a beat. “I’ll call my cousin.”