Daniel
“Morning, darkling,” he murmured, dark eyes alight with fondness.
“Morning. This might be the most comfortable bed I’ve ever slept in. Think Talon would let us stay here forever?”
“Maybe. I think he’s a little wary of you. He said something last night about not wanting to get on your bad side.” He chuckled.
“Or maybe we could just ask him where he got the bed. I have some money stashed away in a trust in New York. Or I did. It should be enough of a nest egg to get us started.”
“Really? That’s good. We can ask them how to invest it. They’re all rich; they know stuff.”
“Hey, I know stuff,” Chaol said, pinching his side.
Daniel squirmed. “Yeah, in the seventies. Modern banking is a little different.”
“Eh, probably not that much different. When we’re not fighting for our lives, we’ll ask them about it. And take a trip up to New York City for my money.”
“Deal. I’ve never been to New York.” He wanted to go in the winter. He’d never seen snow before, and he bet it was magical.
“It’s not so different from LA. The hustle and bustle is the same pretty much everywhere. There’s just fewer palm trees and tan people.”
Daniel laughed.
Downstairs, a few people were shuffling around, and the coffeemaker gurgled.
It sounded like most people were still asleep, though, so Daniel wasn’t in a hurry to get up.
For a few moments, he wanted to luxuriate in the soft bed with his demon lover.
And based on the distant sounds of rhythmic banging and wanton moaning, he wasn’t the only one.
His cock thickened at the idea. He pressed his lips to Chaol’s collarbone, trailing across the planes of pale skin to his shoulder.
Chaol purred, and Daniel pushed his arm up, tucking his nose in his armpit and inhaling deeply.
Musk and soap and sweat filled his lungs, and Chaol tugged on him with his free hand, guiding Daniel on top of him.
Daniel moaned as their lengths lined up, and Chaol’s knees rose on either side of him.
“You like giving yourself over to me, don’t you?” he asked lowly, trailing heated kissed up Chaol’s jaw and claiming his mouth. “You like it when I take control.”
“Yes, yes,” Chaol breathed between their damp lips. “Fuck me, darkling.”
“Not just yet.”
He slid down Chaol’s body, sucking a flat, brown nipple into his mouth and teasing the other between his thumb and forefinger. Chaol moaned, rolling his hips up to thrust against Daniel’s abdomen. Daniel wrapped his free hand around Chaol’s length, letting him fuck into the tunnel of his fingers.
“Danny, don’t tease me,” he groaned.
Daniel gave a sinister chuckle. “But it’s fun.”
He could keep Chaol like this for hours, pliant and needy. He loved the way Chaol responded to his touch. Forget the ember in his chest; this was true power. Watching Chaol fall apart under his touch, seeing him give himself over to Daniel’s whims. He could never get enough of it.
“Tell me what you want,” Daniel crooned.
“More,” Chaol said breathlessly.
“More of what?”
Chaol growled. “I don’t want you to ask. Just give me everything. Make me feel what you want me to feel.”
“Jesus,” Daniel hissed, sucking a mark into Chaol’s creamy white pectoral.
Clambering up Chaol’s body, he pinned his arms with his knees and buried the fingers of one hand into Chaol’s wild black hair. “Suck me,” Daniel said. “Get me nice and wet. Then I’ll fuck you.”
Daniel gripped the headboard with his other hand as Chaol’s mouth opened, eagerly waiting.
He fed his cock past Chaol’s lips, dragging along his tongue and pushing deep, into the tight, clenching heat of his throat.
Chaol’s lips closed around him, and his throat opened, taking him to the root.
Daniel moaned, rocking his hips. It was sloppy and hot, Chaol sucking him deep and massaging his tongue along the underside of his length.
Saliva coated his cock and Chaol’s lips, dripping down his chin.
Chaol was moaning, gazing up the plane of Daniel’s body with unblinking, blissful focus.
His legs moved behind Daniel like they had a mind of their own, and Daniel wondered if they could both get off like this.
Another time, maybe. He had something else in mind this time. The vaulted ceiling was too good of an opportunity to pass up.
He pulled away from Chaol and slid down his body. “Turn over.”
Chaol obeyed immediately, turning his head to look at Daniel over his shoulder.
Daniel leaned in, inhaling the scent of his hair and ducking down to mouth at his shoulder. One hand slid up Chaol’s spine, right between the flexing muscles of his shoulder blades.
“Give me your wings, baby.”
Chaol’s dark gaze sharpened, and something like vulnerability flashed across his face.
Nothing about him was human-looking when he wore his other form.
Did he think Daniel disliked it? Or did he think Daniel would be too rough with the fragile appendages?
Maybe he had something of a sadistic streak now, but the image of Chaol’s broken wing at the farmhouse stood out in his memory with vivid clarity.
He would never hurt Chaol like that. Never.
“Do you trust me?”
Chaol nodded.
Daniel bit down on his shoulder just slightly. Just enough to feel the skin give. “Do you think I’ll hurt them?”
Chaol’s throat bobbed. “No. Not really. They’re just…”
“Just?”
“Sensitive. I’ve never worn that form during sex before.”
Liquid hot arousal filled Daniel’s veins. “Never?” He would give anything to have one of Chaol’s firsts.
Chaol’s eyes crinkled with knowing amusement. “Nope. But for you…”
He was already paler than normal, but the rest of the change came on gradually.
His ears lengthened to a point. His eyes grew wider and darker while his nose shrank.
His teeth sharpened, fangs extending further than the rest, and his mouth grew wide.
A low, guttural growl left him as his wings grew, filling the air.
Daniel raised up to give them room to fan out on either side of him.
The wings were larger than expected, really.
He’d seen them many times already, of course, but in the confines of the bedroom, they seemed massive.
They would have to be, he supposed, to hold a grown man’s weight.
Much less two. They reminded him of a bat’s wings but solid white, the skin taut and leathery between delicate-looking bones.
Fine veins webbed out under the thin membrane.
The hooked claws at the top of each wing nearly grazed the vaulted ceiling.
They stretched once and then curled close, parted slightly so Daniel could slip between them as he straddled Chaol’s hips.
Mesmerized, he grazed the soft, leathery skin of one with his fingertips, and Chaol purred, writhing under him.
With both hands, he followed the thickest bone on the top of the wings to the joint on Chaol’s back, gently kneading the unfamiliar muscles there with his thumbs.
Chaol went boneless, his wings sagging on either side of him.
“That feel good?” Daniel asked.
“Feels amazing.” Chaol’s guttural voice was muffled by the pillow. “No one’s ever done this for me before.”
That was a shame, because seeing Chaol so relaxed in this form was like viewing a piece of priceless artwork. Daniel was hard as a rock, his cock dripping with the need to be inside Chaol, and based on the restless way Chaol’s hips moved under him, he felt the same.
Wrapping his fingers around the base of each wing, he squeezed lightly. “Does this hurt?”
“No, not at all.” His wings beat once, halfheartedly, and a gust of wind billowed Daniel’s hair.
Daniel grinned. “Good.”
He spat on his length and guided it to Chaol’s ass with one hand, pressing mercilessly inside his tight, puckered hole. Chaol groaned, his wings shuddering along with the rest of him as Daniel sheathed himself deep inside.
“Thank fuck,” Chaol moaned.
Daniel blanketed Chaol with his body, kissing a line down his neck and to the base of his wings.
He rolled his hips as he explored them with his mouth, kissing and suckling and nibbling.
Chaol’s clawed fingers shoved the corner of the pillow into his mouth to muffle his moans.
Tension lined his shoulders and arms, and his spine arched, hips meeting Daniel’s thrusts, giving away how much he was loving it.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” Daniel said, sucking a red mark into the delicate white skin and watching it fade away. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”
Chaol’s whines rose, filled with keening desperation that Daniel couldn’t ignore.
He sat up, gripped the base of Chaol’s wings, and pounded into him hard and fast. One of Chaol’s hands disappeared under him, no doubt stripping his cock.
Daniel dug his thumbs into the underside of the wings, right into the knot of muscle he’d found before, and Chaol seized as he came, his hole squeezing around Daniel’s cock.
Daniel’s eyes rolled back in his head as he filled Chaol’s spasming channel. His wings beat unevenly, the ends quivering above Daniel’s head. He leaned forward, kissing the joint of each wing and then the back of Chaol’s sweaty head.
“You okay?”
“Hnn,” Chaol moaned unintelligibly.
“Should I take that as a yes?”
Chaol nodded. Their bodies sagged to one side, and Daniel watched raptly as Chaol’s wings shrank back into his back, the ash-white color of skin warming to its normal pale cream.
Daniel tenderly kissed both shoulder blades where the wings had disappeared, and Chaol gave a little shiver, shifting so he could look back at Daniel.
“You’re kind of incredible,” Chaol declared.
Daniel shook his head sagely. “You are.”
“Not at all. You’ve got it totally backwards. I’m as run-of-the-mill as they come. But you…” He trailed off, shaking his head.
Daniel settled onto his side, pulling Chaol into his arms so their bodies were tangled from end to end. “If I’m so incredible, I’d never be with anyone who was ‘run-of-the-mill.’”