Chapter 13
SUMMER
The soft fabric of the sofa rubs against my face as I’m shoved into the cushions over and over. Mal’s thrusts hit me deep in a steady rhythm, driving my pleasure higher. The wet sounds of him sliding in and out of me are loud, and I groan.
Mal’s voice whispers above me. “Fuck, Summer, you look glorious like this. Watching you take me is the loveliest sight I’ve ever seen. No singular piece of art on this planet can compare.”
Turning my head to the left, my cheek presses into the sofa with each of his thrusts as I try to look at him. I want to see. I need to experience him in this moment.
Mal runs his large hand from my shoulder to my wrist, pressing his chest to my back. He curls over me with his much larger body, licking the shell of my ear. My body convulses, my pussy clenching around his cock. My thighs flex, my back arches.
Mal chuckles as he grips my arm. “So responsive.”
“I …” His thrust punches deep. “Want …” He rolls his hips, hitting new pleasure zones. “To see …”
His teeth graze my neck, and I buck under him as he says, “Yes, my sunshine.”
I’m left empty and clenching around nothing as he pulls back. Using his grip on my arm and waist, he flips me. It happens so fast, the room spins, and I land on my back with an oomph.
For a long second we stare at each other, chests heaving with our rapid breaths. Jeeeesus. He’s huge. How did that not tear me apart? Pre-cum drips from the glistening tip, dripping down his beautiful length, mixing with my arousal that’s coating him. Licking my lips, I understand his earlier sentiment. He’s gorgeous. Michelangelo’s statues don’t hold a candle to Malicious’ perfectly chiseled body.
The v of his hips cuts a clear direction to his impressive cock, his abs rippling with each breath. He chuckles, gripping himself. “Wait until you see what else my cock can do.”
My eyes widen as his corded legs brace my thighs open. His arm muscles flex as he reaches for me. My breath catches as his palms caress the skin along my inner thighs, slowly making his way to my throbbing pussy.
I lick my lips again, and Mal groans. “The way you look at me, Summer. I would tear The Divide down to have your gaze on me like this.”
Heat scours through me. “Mal. Malicious. Please.”
He goes still, his eyes going impossibly darker. A deep sound reverberates around me, sending chills across every inch of my skin. His chest actually vibrates as a growl rumbles up this throat, his lips peeling back in a terrifyingly predatory look.
Should I be afraid? Because I’m not.
I’ve never been more aroused in my life.
I try to squeeze my thighs together, needing something to relieve this growing tension inside me, but his hands and legs keep me spread for him. His growl continues as he leans over me. Mal’s voice is pure sin as he says, “Say it again.”
My brain is melting under all this pleasure. I need …
What did he say? What does he want? I’ll give him anything if he’ll just fuck me.
One of my hands cups my breast, flicking and pinching my nipple. My other hand grips one of his wrists, trying to pull him to me. I need the vibration of his growl pressed against my skin. I don’t care how needy I sound when I whimper, “Mal, ple?—”
His arm snaps out, his hand wrapping around my throat. With a tug, I’m jerked upright until I’m directly under his piercing silver gaze. His wings flare, and his eyes start to glow. He’s frighteningly beautiful. An angel. My angel. This close, his growl is stronger, but the breath of space between us keeps the delicious vibrations from touching me like I crave. Mal’s voice brushes against my face.
“No, Summer. Say it. Say my name and tell me what you desire.”
Oh. Ooooh. I swallow around my suddenly dry throat, holding his gaze as I say, “Malicious”—his eyes roll back before they lower back to my gaze—“I need your cock inside me. I need your growl pressed to my chest. I need you to surround me with your body, your wings. I need you, Malicious.”
His growl stops. The room goes silent. I’m penetrated by his hungry stare, and I nearly come from the look of possessive adoration on his face. I swallow the moan in my throat and force my body to remain still even though all I want to do is rub myself all over his bronze body.
Finally, a softer vibration resumes in his chest as he whispers, “Already. You are already my everything.”
Emotion stings my eyes, but I refuse to look away. He keeps his hand around my throat, his thumb doing delicious strokes against my skin. His other arm scoops under me, lifting me with ease. I wrap my legs around his waist as he stands, and I shiver at the sensation of his metal feathers caressing my skin.
Mal notices my reaction, and as he carries me across the living room, he curls his wings to touch more of me. I’m about to ask if his bronze wings are heavy, but the question tumbles from my mind as the entire house shakes. A frightened squeak leaves my throat as I curl into Malicious. Art falls from the walls, plaster and drywall cracks. Mal lifts a wing to shield me from a large chunk of ceiling as it breaks loose.
Panic steals all my logic. Something is coming. I kick and struggle against Mal’s hold. I grip his hand and tug. “We need to go. We need to get out of here. Come on, Mal!” I’m shouting. My body is screaming at me to run, to go far, far away.
Mal throws us against a wall, curling his body around me as the entire roof rips away. Malicious’ skin hardens, turning to actual metal. It sounds like rocks hitting a copper pot as pieces of the house crash against him. I can’t breathe, and it’s not just because Mal is holding me so tightly. I don’t know what I’m looking at, all I know is I’ve never known true terror until right now. Shadows and smoke, dark skin, rippling muscles, glowing white eyes … whatever this is, it completely fills the open space over Mal’s house. It shifts and the earth shakes. A deep rumble makes my bones ache as the enormous being speaks.
“Thief.”
The voice resounds, filling me with dread. Wetness trickles down my face from my ears, and when I wipe at it, my fingers come away bloody. Taking me with him, Malicious hits the floor so quickly, his knees crack. Holding me against his chest, he bows, curling around me as he whispers, “I didn’t know.”
The being repeats, “Thief.”
Tears prick my eyes. We’re going to die.
Terror floods my body as I peek through Mal’s feathers. A clawed hand the size of a bus is reaching for us. I want to scream, but nothing comes out. The floor bucks and trembles as the gigantic monster moves again. It’s like a violent earthquake, and Mal’s body is thrown into the air. He spins, landing on his back with a grunt, protecting me once again.
Pressure crushes me from every direction. Power. Magic. I’m suffocating. As the being points one of its claws at us, the thunderous voice says, “You have taken something from me, Malicious, so I will take something from you.”
Mal scrambles, dropping me. I don’t have time to care that I’m still naked as he shoves me behind him. The enormous being smashes the entire back of the house, and I’m able to see more of it. It’s all I can see. It’s impossibly big, like a mountain … a terrifying, living mountain. There’s only dark, rippling skin, shifting smoke, and flexing limbs. And those glowing eyes staring at me.
Malicious bellows, wings spread wide to shield me. “No! Wait! Ancient One, plea?—”
Pain explodes from my head to the soles of my feet. I think I’m on fire, or being electrocuted, or being ripped apart. Or all three at once.
My legs buckle, and I reach for Mal’s wing, but my vision tunnels. I collapse as the agony steals my breath.