Chapter 40
Angel’s mouth found mine again. His hands slid down my back to grip my hips and grind us together. The hard ridge of his cock against mine sent a jolt of pure lightning through my veins.
I met his hunger with my own, my hands fisting in the waistband of his pants, pulling him impossibly closer. My fingers fumbled with the button of his jeans in the desperate need to feel his skin.
“Angel,” I begged between kisses, needing him.
“Jude,” he growled. His eyes were wild, pupils blown wide, reflecting the churning Veil sky.
In one fluid motion, he hooked his hands under my thighs and lifted me.
My legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, my heart hammering against my ribs as he carried me the few steps to the nearest flat surface, a wide, padded lounger nestled in the glowing moss.
He laid me back onto the soft cushion, the bioluminescent light casting his face in shifting shades of blue and violet. How did I deserve a man this beautiful? He loomed over me, a breathtaking silhouette of muscle and intent against the chaotic sky.
“Now,” he breathed, his voice a dark, delicious promise as he braced himself above me. “Where were we?”
I grabbed the collar of my shirt and yanked it over my head, tossing it aside into the glowing flora. His gaze burned a trail over my exposed skin, and the look in his eyes was the only answer I needed.
He kissed the hollow of my throat, lips pressed to my neck, collarbone, and lower as my heart beat with the frantic need for him. His touch was a searing brand of desperation as he licked a circle around each nipple, tweaking one before teasing the other. I thrust my hips up, begging for friction.
“Fuck, Angel.”
He could make me beg, and cry, and scream, and I’d keep coming back for more.
My breath caught as he reached the waistband of my sleep pants.
His eyes, dark and heavy with want, locked with mine as he made quick work of the button.
When he finally peeled the fabric away and his hot breath ghosted over the length of my cock, tongue teasing over the precome soaked front of my underwear, I arched off the cushions again with a broken groan.
“Please,” I begged.
He sucked the head of my cock into his mouth, the damp fabric a maddening barrier that did nothing to reduce the heat. “Need something?” he teased, the words a vibration around me as his fingers slid down to cup my balls through the underwear.
A choked sound escaped me. My hand fisted in his hair to anchor myself.
His dark eyes glinted with challenge as he looked up at me and retrieved a bottle of lube from the bedside table dropping it to the cushion beside us.
Then he hooked his fingers in the band of my briefs and tugged them down, just enough to settle the fabric beneath my balls.
The move framed my cock, hard and straining against the cool air, presenting it like a prize.
“Pretty,” Angel murmured, the admiration in his voice a low, possessive growl.
Then his mouth was on me again, the shocking wet heat of his tongue, and the tight seal of his lips sending me soaring.
He took me deep, swallowing me to the root in one smooth, devastating motion that stole the air from my lungs.
My hips jerked instinctively, my grip in his hair tightening as a ragged groan was torn from my throat.
The world narrowed to the slick, perfect pressure of his mouth and the unwavering, knowing look in his eyes as he held me there, completely at his mercy.
His control allowed me to shatter without fear of coming apart.
The threads between us weren’t just visible now, they sang a resonant hum of shared pleasure and absolute trust. Every flick of his tongue, every deep, rhythmic swallow, bobbing up and down, added layer upon layer of growing fire in my core.
It was a reweaving, a reanchoring, stitching this new, raw vulnerability directly into the fabric of our bond.
A litany of broken phrases fell from my lips, his name, a plea, a prayer. I was unraveling, and the only thing holding me together was the man determined to take me apart.
“Holy fuck, Angel!” I was going to come apart in his arms, and that was exactly what I needed. As if my weave would splinter and mesh with his, and that made everything perfect.
He slid a finger beneath the fabric, teasing and careful for a few seconds before he found my rim and slipped inside, slick with lube. My head fell back with a choked gasp. He worked me open with a patient rhythm that had me pushing back against his hand, begging for more without words.
Then he crooked his finger.
A bolt of pure, white-hot lightning shot up my spine.
My whole body jolted, a ragged cry tearing from my throat as he found that hidden spot inside me.
He stroked over it again with unerring accuracy, each press sending another shockwave of pleasure through my nerves, coiling the tension in my gut tighter and tighter. I wanted him, needed him in me.
“That’s it,” he murmured, kissing up my body, all tongue, soft lips, and teasing bites, his voice dark with satisfaction. “Let go for me, Jude.”
“Want you in me,” I demanded.
He nipped my jaw, one hand stroking my dick, the other slipping a second and third finger in my ass. “Soon. Come first. I promise I’ll bring you again. And again, and again.”
The words unraveled my control, sending me in a spiral and half-scream as I came, and the world dissolved into sensation.
The slick sound of his fingers moving inside me, the scent of his skin, the sight of the Veil’s sky churning above.
My release painted stripes on my stomach in hot pulses, my vision whiting out at the edges.
I gasped for air, clutching Angel’s hair hard enough it had to hurt, but he never complained.
Before the last tremor had even faded from my limbs, he was moving with a shifter’s swift, sure grace.
Clothes were shoved out of the way, and he settled between my legs, hooking my thighs over his shoulders.
The world narrowed to the feeling of his cock, a blunt, burning pressure at my entrance, already slick.
He’d prepared while I was lost to the aftershocks.
“Look at me, Jude,” he commanded, his voice a raw, guttural thing.
I met his molten gaze, desperate, held on the precipice of need as I waited for him to fill me.
“You’re mine,” he growled, and with a single, relentless thrust, he filled me completely, burying himself to the hilt in the warm, willing clutch of my body.
A gasping moan tore from my throat as he began to move, a slow, deep rhythm that stole my breath and my sanity, our bond igniting in a fiery vibration.
The threads between us sang. With every roll of his hips, every shared, ragged breath, another thread solidified, weaving a tapestry of pure, golden light around us.
He stretched me wide, digging deep with each thrust, hands holding my hips, and balls slapping my ass as he drove himself relentlessly inside me.
He made tiny sounds of need as my pleasure built for a second time, far faster than I ever remembered happening before.
I caught his lips with mine, demanding as his mouth fucked mine and his cock sank into me like we were meant to be a single being.
My power settled, harmonizing with his, creating a resonance of warmth and healing that I was certain could keep us fucking for days without discomfort or waning energy.
“Jude,” he choked as his rhythm faltered and he pressed into me, hard.
I clamped down on his cock, squeezing him from the inside as he erupted heat into my body, and I milked him for every drop as I came again.
I clung to him, my fingers pressing into the sweat-slicked skin of his back and his hair, my legs locked around his waist, holding him as deep inside me as he could possibly be.
The world dissolved into light and sensation. There was no him, no me, only the blinding, brilliant us. The climax erupted from within like a supernova of shared pleasure that tore through our linked souls, leaving us shuddering and breathless, forever intertwined in its wake.
One heart beating in unison, as our soul bond wove another dozen tiny golden threads to strengthen the tie.
I sucked in air and the scent of him. He painted tiny kisses over my face but kept himself nestled inside, plugging the well of his spend, which made me growl as my cock twitched again, body awakening for another round.
“Fuck, I never expected to be the Energizer Bunny.”
Angel chuckled and adjusted my legs to give me a little room to stretch without leaving my clenching hole. “I’ve been told the mating bond can do that.”
“We’ve been mated for a few weeks.”
He let out a long breath, as if he’d been holding something back. “Not properly.”
“Huh?”
“Chaos, murder, and magic have really prevented us from this,” Angel said, his voice low and intimate, his meaning clear. This wasn’t just sex. This was completion.
“We’ve fucked plenty,” I argued, but even as I said it, I rested my palm on his chest, over his heart.
Our resonance hummed, the newly vibrant threads of our bond glowing with a steady, golden light, making me relax completely into his arms. This wasn’t what I thought of as rest, since we were both sweating and soon to be sticky, but my magic purred, a contented, powerful thrum in my veins.
I felt stronger, but also like I could send that power to Angel, too.
I let out a slow, stunned breath. “Oh.”
“Yeah. Oh. You feel it. Like I feel it.”
He was right. And as I lay there, tangled with him under the impossible sky, I knew with absolute certainty that we could spend the whole night like this and still be ready to face an army of zombies at dawn. But as he began to thicken inside me again, I figured we’d go a few more rounds first.
“Well, if we’re charging up for the apocalypse,” I murmured, rolling my hips to feel him, “that nightmare god isn’t going to defeat itself. Consider this intensive combat training.”
He ground his hips into me. “Yes, sir.”