AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I destroyed myself so I wouldn’t destroy him.
The angel cups my throat with his other hand, tender, not firm. Head cocked to one side. Deep-set eyes of fathomless blue as the frost upon the mountains. Eyes that should not regard me with as much care as they do.
When his grip tightens on our cocks and my throat, I steel my jaw and my spine, priming my wings at the undeniable change in his presence.
“Fucking don’t deserve him,” he says through deepened vocal cords, betraying the demon inside the angel.
I narrow my eyes upon Shadow and spit, “Neither of us do.”
He arrests my throat and bares his sharpened demon teeth. “I saw, Merikh. I saw what you did to her in the Sea of Bones. And the coffin. And the whip. Fucking tell him...now. You owe him that. He needs to know. Don’t make me use the leash, Howle. You may be the God of Blood and the Lord of the Court of Hollows, but so help me, gods, I’ll wrap that chain around your throat so fucking tight and whip you until you have to regenerate every last goddamned drop of blood in your gorgeous wretched body.”
Once the deep and cold blue of Kyan’s gaze returns, I grip the back of his head and sink my fangs into his throat. Our cocks turn more rigid than ever, but he arches his neck in utter surrender, freeing me to drink his blood.
Nowhere near as addictive as hers. If Quintessa is my opium, Kyan is more like my water. It quenches, appeases, refreshes without drowning me.
Once I’ve fed, I pull him down on my cock again, and as he sucks me off, I tell him everything. Spill my damn guts. In the end, I spill my load, shooting my cum down his throat that squeezes all around my length. He laps up every drop, licking every trace, including the ones that managed to squeeze between my piercings.
And once he rises to stand over me again, I give him a wicked smirk and pulse my power into his cock, swelling the blood, and sending an intense orgasm ripping through his length until he’s beating his wings to the rhythm of his thrusts as he shoots ropes of angelic seed to grace the base of my throne.
“Fuck, Merikh!” He gasps frenzied breaths. “You’re an ass, but gods...that was bloody brilliant.”
I touch my fingers to my brow, then tuck my dick back in my breeches while he shoves into his pants and then his leather bomber jacket.
Falling back into a pattern of pacing, Kyan strokes his jaw as I lean back on my throne, pitching my body lazily to the side. His wings are relaxed, but I know they won’t be for long.
“What have you told her?” Kyan finally asks, leveling with me.
“Nothing.”
As predicted, his wings snap shut, feathers tightening. Mine mirror his. The tension in his face and body ripples like a live wire of a current.
“You are such a fucking idiot.” He balls his hand into a fist and screws his brows low. “Bleeding prick of an ass, you know that? You’re reverting to old patterns, Merikh. Like you did with me.”
I stiffen. “I’m aware.”
Advancing toward me with a raging storm in his eyes, Kyan growls at me, “What are you trying to prove?”
I stand to confront him. “She needs to know what she’s getting into. My world is dangerous. Iamdangerous.”
“She already knows all that, Merikh.Shefollowed us.Shewalked through the Veil.Shehas taken everything and gone to death’s door to reclaim our souls. She deserves an explanation for your torment.”
I bare my fangs in a silent snarl and turn away, my very scars throbbing from the subject—from my attempt to rewrite the script of my past while reliving it as closely as possible. I flex my fingers, considering my little dove and all the exquisite scars carving her body, the delicate whorls of tattoos masking them.
“Explanations are for the weak,” I tell Kyan, lowering my head, deepening my voice. “I want more, need more of her than ever. She will prove herself to me without the crutch of understanding. She will bleed for me. And believe that I alone will restore every drop of blood to keep her heart beating...even if it means I take her to death and back.”
“Then bleed for her in return, Merikh. You don’t have to carve out your chest and show her your frozen heart. But give her one damn drop of blood. You know what she will do with it, brother. Gods, we’ve all seen what she can do when given little and how she turns it into more every damn time. She finds beauty and life in the darkest and most monstrous of places. Not one of us is worthy of her. We all damn well know it.
“One drop of blood, Merikh,” he solidifies, approaching me from behind, but I progress down the small staircase, knowing he will follow. “Give her...us.” I stop in the center of the hall, unfurling my wings in a subtle surrender. “You owe her that much after the life she has given to us. And I don’t just mean Aislynn. And if you don’t fucking tell her, I will.”
Turning and extending my wings, surging the blood to bulge the muscles, I snap, “You do, and I’ll redirect the blood in your body to keep you in a comatose state until this is over.”
That cocky grin on full display again as Kyan crosses his muscled arms over his chest and stares me down. “We both know you’ll do no such thing, brother.”
“Oh?” I call his bluff, narrowing my eyes.
The tips of his wings twitch with his amusement. “One, you enjoy my cock too much, not to mention my tongue. Two,shewould never allow it. And three, you wouldn’t be able to use me.”
I fold my wings back and stab my chin to him. “Use you for what?”
