Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Emory
Julien’s words crashed open a wall that had been inside Emory since his wings had been clipped.
He sat up and stared down at the man who had sneakily slipped past his defenses with his surprising tender side and old wounds that had made him need safety above all else.
Emory wanted to give him that safety, but he also wanted to give him something more.
Himself. Fully.
He got out of the bed, flipped on a lamp, and took off the briefs he’d planned to sleep in, the whole time meeting Julien’s eyes.
Then he slowly let out his wings. He stood there, naked and completely himself, letting Julien truly see him, and the awe that filled Julien’s beautiful blue eyes made him flutter his wings.
The exhaustion that had been shadowing Julien’s face had disappeared, desire blowing out his pupils, a flush coloring his cheeks.
He sat up and lifted his hips to slide his pajama pants down before surprising Emory when he merely tossed them to the side of the bed.
Then he held out his hand.
Emory walked to him and straddled his lap.
“I thought you didn’t fuck with your wings out,” Julien murmured as his hands went around Emory to stroke down his wings.
Emory shivered, loving this man’s hands on him.
All of him. “Having them clipped destroyed something inside me. It’s hard to explain but they became more of an extension of me rather than a part of me.
I loved soaring through the sky. Loved feeling the wind against them.
Loved feeling…whole. I haven’t felt that way in so long, but you, Julien, make me feel whole.
I want you to see the true me, broken and all. ”
“I don’t see broken,” Julien whispered. “I see a gorgeous angel, and these wings are a beautiful part of who you fully are. You’re stunning—inside and out.
I want to know the whole you, and we’re going to have many years to learn everything there is about each other.
But I also want you to know that if you’re more comfortable fucking without them, I’m okay with that, too. ”
“We’re not about to fuck,” Emory said softly as he leaned in to kiss Julien. “We’re about to make love. I’ve never done that before.”
Julien moaned and deepened the kiss, sliding his hand around the side of Emory’s neck. When he pulled back, the heat in his eyes scorched Emory. “Then we’ll have this first together because I have never done that either.”
Emory grinned.
“That’s the look,” Julien groaned.
“What look?”
“You have one hell of a wicked cast to that grin. It attracted me instantly, and I’m powerless against it.”
“Oh yeah? Think I could make you agree to anything with this grin?”
“Yes,” he said simply, gaze suddenly earnest.
Emory’s grin widened before he kissed Julien again.
Their tongues slid sensuously against each other as he ran his hands down Julien’s chest, loving the crinkly hair under his palms. He didn’t stop, brushing his fingers over Julien’s belly, then wrapping the fingers of his right hand around Julien’s cock.
Julien gasped into his mouth and thrust his hips up.
Emory stroked him slowly, drawing out the pleasure while Julien’s hands moved to his back, under his wings. He slowly rubbed, ruffling feathers with the backs of his fingers. When his hands went lower to grasp Emory’s ass, Emory shuddered, sliding his tongue deep into Julien’s mouth.
“I want you inside me,” Emory said against his lips. “Just like this.”
“Yes,” Julien hissed as he let go and reached for the lube.
Emory came up on his knees to give Julien better access and Julien watched him the whole time as he worked him open. His man, so new to gay sex, had learned a lot in such a short time, working up to three fingers slowly. Deliberately.
“This is so hot.” Julien panted the words before groaning. “I can’t wait to slide inside here. And you look so gorgeous with your wings out like this. It’s almost too beautiful to be real.”
“It’s very real.” Emory lifted higher to let Julien’s fingers pull out of him, then scooted forward as Julien positioned his cock at his hole.
Emory’s lips parted as he took Julien inside him, sliding all the way down slowly.
He stayed still, getting used to the feeling of being full, his breaths starting to come faster.
Julien’s head tilted back, his eyes closing.
Fuck, he was gorgeous like this. Open and lost to pleasure. Emory stared avidly as he began to move. Julien’s hands gripped his hips, his eyes opening, pupils still blown out. He thrust up into Emory as they found a mutual rhythm.
“Fuck, Emory,” Julien panted as he tightened his fingers. “So fucking hot!”
It was hotter than anything Emory had ever experienced, but it was more than merely hot.
He could actually feel the bond forming between them.
The soulmate bond. It was like a flood of warmth in his chest, the feelings overwhelming.
They swelled until his entire body was awash with the overflowing surge of emotions.
He started moving faster, the pleasure only adding to this deluge of passion and affection.
His wings fluttered and spread out.
Julien gasped, staring up at Emory in complete wonder. “So fucking beautiful. I love you so goddamn much!”
Every muscle seized in Emory’s body as unbelievable pleasure soared through him. It was like flying again. He shot all over Julien’s chest, crying out with pure ecstasy, his head thrown back as shudders wracked his body.
“Fuck!” Julien sputtered as he speared into Emory’s body with his last deep thrusts. He lurched up, wrapped both arms around Emory, and held him tight as he shuddered out his own pleasure, his face buried against Emory’s chest.
Emory just lowered his head until his cheek brushed Julien’s soft hair.
He held onto him tightly, breathing hard, completely stunned over the absolute peace he felt.
He’d been so wrong about not wanting a soulmate because nothing could ever compare to the feeling of oneness.
This utter joy. He’d completely given himself to Julien and he couldn’t be more euphoric.
“I love you, too,” he whispered.