Chapter 10
Dravik
My footsteps echo around me, snapping branches and causing me to jump with every little noise I make.
I keep expecting a band of scared humans to bumrush me any moment, and I’m not terrified because I don’t think I can’t fight them off, I’m terrified because I could seriously injure someone.
These are my neighbors, people I’ve seen grow up.
I keep prowling around, trying to stay on the move, looking for a space within the forest that seems somewhat safe.
Staying still seems like a bad idea, but if I keep moving, how will Simone find me?
I lean against the back of a tree, crouching down to keep myself low to the ground and out of sight.
The moment my disguise fell, her face turned to one of pure fright, not of me, but what might happen to me as people ran from Zerachiel in the street.
Almost as if she loves me. I immediately shake the thought away.
How could this be possible? There is no way she loves me, it's too soon, and I’m a demon.
What sane human falls in love with a demon? Kate loves Zerachiel.
But I brush this thought away. He is a fallen angel, completely different.
He wasn’t always; he had horns once, just like you.
This stops me short. I could see it in Kate's eyes when she looked at him; she truly loved him, all of him. This is a small town, and even though I’m mostly a recluse, the rumors of them getting married soon reach even me.
Of course, the town thought he was just some guy who makes delicious pie.
Thanks to the magical veil, they have no idea who he really is.
A snap of a branch makes my head spin around, eyes wide in the darkness of night that has enveloped the forest. Then I hear the most beautiful sound.
“Dravik?” Simone whispers so softly I almost don’t catch it. “Are you in here?” The rustling of leaves follows her footsteps, and she is nearly to me.
I crawl out from where I’m hiding so I don’t startle her. “Simone, I’m here!” My voice is so needy, I’m almost embarrassed by it, but I can’t help it. I’ve been thinking of nothing but her since I had to leave her behind.
“Drav!” She crashes through the woods to me, now that she has spotted me in the gloom. We launch into one another, desperately grasping the other. Her hands are all over me, my chest, my face, as though looking for wounds. “Are you hurt?” Her voice is shrill and nearly choked with sobs.
“No, no, I’m fine, I promise.” Her face is close to mine, her lips so soft and plump. I cradle her face in my large, clawed hands as the moonlight illuminates just enough for us to see each other.
She is mine. The thought tears through my heart, my soul, and with a growl, I push her against a tree, our lips meeting at the same crazed moment.
The clawed tips of my wings embed themselves into the tree with two deep thuds, throwing us into a cocooned space all our own.
She’s pressed back against the tree, chest heaving, staring at me like she can finally see me for who I am, but it doesn’t make her shrink away; instead, it ignites a light in her eyes that I know all too well now.
“Take off your clothes,” I growl. “Now.”
She scrambles to remove her hoodie and sweatpants, tossing them to the side.
Her skin gleams in the faded moonlight, highlighting every sensual curve.
Her scent reaches me, teasing me, begging me to plunge my tongue deep inside her.
Instead, I push her up against the tree, wedging my cock tight along her hot body, rocking against her clit. Her little moans are driving me wild.
My head is bent, lashing my tongue against her nipples mercilessly when she says, “Drav, let me suck you, please.”
My brain short-circuits. She’s already scrambling back down to the ground, kneeling in front of me before I can think this through.
My clawed wings dig into the tree a little more as she takes me in her wet mouth, and I gasp.
Before, when she did this, it was almost too much to bear, and I was so focused on her I didn’t appreciate it enough.
Her tongue swirls under the head, massaging it in such a way that I have to stop myself from bucking my hips into her mouth. “Simone,” I whisper, brushing my claws just under her chin. She lets out a little “Mmm” of delight, the vibrations skittering over my balls and up into my spine.
“Bend down just a little.” She murmurs, hands on my hips guiding me, before trapping my slick cock between her generous breasts.
“Oh, fuck, Simone, what are you doing to me?”
“You like this?” She teases, using her hands to push each globe together, trapping me in the tight space between them.
“Yes.”
“Are you going to come like a good boy this time?”
Ah, fuck, she’s got me there. I was already thinking about tossing her to the ground and tackling her, but she has me trapped between her magnificent tits, milking me, and I can no longer think straight. Her pouty mouth is teasing me, and I already want to be back inside it.
Almost like she’s reading my mind, she catches me with her hands, guiding me to her lips. I fully expect her to slip me back inside, but she doesn’t; instead, she’s using her hands and her mouth to make some sort of combination sucking sliding sensation that nearly takes my knees out.
“Simone, I can’t,” I beg. It’s too much.
“Are you going to come? Come for me, Dravik. I want it.”
Looking down, seeing my thick, deep red cock filling her mouth sends me over the edge, my sac drawing up close to my bod,y and I’m helpless as I watch myself come, Simone swallowing every drop of my seed, before I collapse on the ground, my wings sliding down the tree, tearing jagged gashes down its trunk.
She draped herself over me like a big cat, her hot, wet cunt pressing into my stomach. I want to roll her over and make her come, to repay the gift she’s given me, but I need to catch my breath first.
“I already know what you’re thinking.” She says, with an amused tone to her voice.
“Oh?” I’m still slightly out of breath. I might be thinking about the next time we’ll be together, but I’m also thinking about how I'm going to exist without her? How can anything else compare? Maybe that is not what she is implying. Maybe I have it all wrong.
“I know what I’m thinking.” Her tone is different now, serious. I sit up slightly so I can see her face, and I’m alarmed that her chin is trembling, her eyes shiny.
“What’s wrong?” Oh, no, I broke her! Panic spikes into my chest, causing my stomach to drop. I'm trying to sit up a bit more, to gather her closer to me, to reassure her.
“I love you.” She blurts. And my heart stops, dropping out of my chest and right into my stomach.
I clutch her face as though looking for any sign of regret, but the only thing shining out from her is pure sincerity.
I feel her love wrapped around me, soothing me, and I know that I have to confess what I’ve already been thinking.
Sucking in a deep breath, I look her in the eyes, “I love you too, Simone. Ever since you snatched that part out of my hands and told me what an idiot I was, I was a goner.” My lips find her nose, her cheeks, her eyelids, landing butterfly kisses on every part of her I can reach.
“I didn’t think it was possible to find someone to love me, for me. ”
“Me, either.” She confesses. “Between working myself to death and dealing with tech bros in San Francisco, you’re one of a kind, Dravik. Really.” She quirks an eyebrow at me playfully. “Plus, Tito loves Missy, so there was no other choice, really. We’re stuck together.”
I nudge her hip and then grasp her closer, “Yes, that’s all it was. A ploy to gain your affection through Tito.”
She closes her eyes dramatically, “I knew it all along! Welp, better cut my losses while I can!” She tries to leave, but I pull her down, pushing myself on top of her, nudging her legs open.
“Not so fast, gorgeous human, I’m nowhere near done with you yet.” The feel of her lush body under me will never get old, nor how she sucks air in as I notch just the tip of my cock at her entrance.
“No?” She hisses, hooking her legs under my ass, urging me to go faster, which only makes me want to tease her all the more.
Her braids are splayed over the leaves on the ground, the colors mixing together in swirls of gold and copper. “You are mine, forever, sweet one.” And I push inside her fully, watching her mouth drop open with a soft “oh!” of satisfaction.
“I want you to come,” I whisper in her ear, licking the shell delicately with my forked tongue, wandering down to a lovely divot near her clavicle.
“I’m close.” She says, her breath hitching with every thrust, her moans increasing.
I lean back against my wings, bracketing us on either side, using my hands to push her hips down onto me, while I lean down and suckle hungrily on her nipples, causing her to arch her back into me.
Her nails scratch at my chest, which only fuels me on.
The familiar feeling of my sac tightening up, the tight need gathering near my spine starts. “I’m going to come again, Simone,” I grunt.
“I’m close, I’m close!” She cries. “Go faster, fuck me harder!”
I don’t need to be told twice as I pick up the pace, positively rutting her into the ground, the slapping sounds of our bodies echoing in the dark night, our moans mixed together as we lock eyes, her nipples stiffened into hard peaks, the rush of color high on her chest so beautiful as she comes for me, milking my seed from me as we let go together and finally collapse in a panting heap.