I lower my mouth between her legs and eat my fill. She trembles around me, her legs locked on my neck. Is there anything better than this taste? I don’t think I have experienced it once in this lifetime.
My tongue explores and learns what she loves the most. I add pressure only to pull back as her body shakes.
I might burst.
I probably will, actually, but it will be worth it, won’t it? Just to taste her, to taste my love, the woman meant for me, the one I watch.
Her moans are so loud I’m sure the whole village can hear her. She’s gorgeous with her hair splayed across the furs, her chest heaving, breasts begging for more attention that I want to give.
“Sariel.” She squeezes my head with her thighs. “I need you—I need more.”
Saying no would be like dying.
I slowly rise up, lips glistening, eyes on fire for her—using all of my self-control to keep my wings in and losing it as they suddenly spread out from my back.
She looks both afraid and excited as I sink into her, and using my wings, I pull her into my arms, fully entering her and let us float in between heaven and earth in that tent.
We float while I move my hips and hold her steady, while she screams my name and claws at me in ecstasy.
And then I twirl us in slow circles as I let her ride me, making sure she’s safe in my wings, safe in my arms.
“This is…” She can’t speak any more words, her lips part on a cry as I thrust so hard I no longer hear the stars—I see them. “Everything.”
“It will always be,” I whisper, taking her lips again.
I feel her find her pleasure in her next scream and follow suit—and I know, even though I will return to the mountain. I will be back, again, again, and again.
Even if it means my doom.
TEN
Nephal
He worships me with his mouth in every way possible. He comes to me every night, and sometimes in the mornings, and then leaves, always taking a part of me with him.
I touch my stomach. I don’t have the heart to tell him just yet, not because he won’t be excited but because after getting to know this man, this love of my life, I can’t imagine what the cost will be, to him, to us, to our family.
He says his brothers don’t approve, that this is a sin, but how can the love I share with Sariel be a sin? I want to spend my life with him. I want to create a family and watch our children grow side by side. I want them to sit by the fire while the elder spins stories of old wars and gods.
I can sense him in the air whenever he’s near, the village has started to ignore his frequent visits, and because of said visits, no war has threatened us. Far and wide, people talk about the giants that watch over us—and the one who holds a human in his heart.
After the Watchers helped us win the last battle, we’ve been at peace, and the rest of the village looks to him as if he is the reason for it.
I know he’s the reason for mine.
They’ve tried to offer him food, gifts, even going as far as to attempt to touch him or fall at his feet—it’s the only time I ever truly see him angry as he points to the sky and demands they worship the creators, not their creation.
I asked him about it once, and he said he was like me, only different.
“Humans, you see”—he opened his palm as colors swirled around it—“were created to be every single part of the creators… every sex, every color, every personality, every part of what makes the creators who they are. Angels,”—he closed his palm— “we were created for worship, for battle, for watching, and as messengers. We were not created for…” He frowned as his skin paled. “We were not created for relationships.”
“That’s sad,” I said quickly. “When it seems like that’s something you need and crave.”
“The only relationship we should have should be with the creation and the creators who built it.” He turned away then. “I should go.”
“No.” I clung to him. “Please, please, stay.”
“Downfall,” he whispered. “Both a compliment and a curse.”
Our mouths met in a frenzy as he ripped my clothes from my body and pushed me down onto the furs, my legs tangled with his in a blur of love and need. I pulled his hair, tugging his body tighter against mine, knowing nothing would ever feel as good as him against me as his wings shot out and burned bright reds and oranges as they enveloped me around him in a tight embrace.
“Everything,” he said against my mouth. “I give to you.”