I spread Olivia’s legs and move my fingers to her clit. She strokes my cock at the same time, while our tongues dart in and out of each other’s mouths. We don’t normally do any of this. We always skipped the foreplay before. I never thought I cared about any of that, but it’s actually nice to move a little slower this time.
We continue on like this, until neither of us can resist any longer. With both of us on our sides, I hook her leg over my hips and adjust our bodies until we’re lined up and my cock can slide into her. We stare into each other’s eyes as we move together as one, and it’s the most intimate moment of my life.
I take note of every moan, gasp, or sigh she makes, filing it away for future reference, becoming an expert on Olivia and what brings her the most pleasure. I previously thought she preferred things hard and fast, but it seems she also responds well when it’s slow and tender. Very interesting.
More experiments are definitely required. Lots more.
She digs her nails into my shoulder and kisses me harder, and I sense she wants me to bring her to completion. That’s the best way to feed her as well, I’ve found. When both of us come almost simultaneously, she seems the most sated. And above all else, I aim for her complete satisfaction.
I reach down to play with her clit in the way I know she likes, while my cock strokes in and out of her. Her eyes close and she breathes heavier, letting out a soft moan. I sense her orgasm approaching, and it makes me more aroused as well. We rock together faster, and I keep up the pressure on her clit, until she climaxes and tightens around my cock, which sets me off too. We keep moving as the waves of pleasure roll through us, until we can only hold each other and try to get our breathing under control.
I stroke her hair when it’s over, marveling at the way it shines and curls around my finger. She idly rubs a hand along my arm instead of jumping up and running away. Hmm, I could get used to this.
“What was it like, growing up here?” Olivia asks.
I prop my head under my arm and stare at the ceiling. “I don’t know how to compare it to any other childhood, but it was fine, I suppose. I grew up with a big lawn to run around on, a large lake to swim in, and a library with all the books I could want.”
“Were there any other kids around? Anyone your age?”
“No.”
“That sounds lonely.”
“There were plenty of students on campus to interact with, along with professors. Hilda and Raziel were especially kind, and would spend time with me when my father was busy. Which was often.”
Olivia runs her nails up and down my chest. “What about your mother?”
“She has never been in the picture.”
“No?” Olivia bites her lip. “Can I ask what happened?”
“Nothing happened. My parents had an arrangement, and she fulfilled her part of the deal and moved on.” There’s a bitter taste in my mouth as I say the words. I dislike talking about such things. It’s easier to go about my day without thinking about any of this and keeping it locked away in the back of my mind.
Olivia sits up a little and looks at me with interest. “What was the arrangement?”
“I’m sure they covered this in Angelic Studies, but as immortal beings, supernaturals do not reproduce easily or often, at least in Heaven, Hell, and Faerie. It could take a hundred years, or even a thousand, for a couple to have a child. But that isn’t the case on Earth.”
“Yes, Kassiel told us about it in class. He said it’s one of the main reasons angels and demons started migrating here.”
I sit up too and fix the pillows behind us as I talk. “Indeed. Angels tried to regulate the migration, to keep us from moving too quickly into this world and revealing our kind to humans, but demons shared none of those concerns. Eventually none of that mattered though, once the Earth Accords were signed. Michael and Lucifer used the Staff of Eternity, and all angels and demons were sent to Earth, with Heaven and Hell being abandoned and sealed off. Once all of our people were here on Earth, they began to procreate a lot more frequently. Our population swelled with new angels for the first time, and the Archangels became worried.”
“Worried?” she asks.
“Worried they would lose power without any heirs of their own. Together the Archangels made a pact to all have at least one child. Raphael, of course, had already had multiple children at that point, but was happy to sire another. My father reluctantly agreed, and chose another Ofanim named Dina, who was a prophet. They had me, and then she gave me up to be raised by Uriel as part of the deal. I’ve only met her a few times.”
Olivia touches her neck reflexively, but she’s not wearing her necklace still. “How awful. I’m sure she misses you.”
“I don’t know if she does.”
She leans back on the pillows, totally comfortable with her nudity. “I always wondered why you Princes were born around the same time. I guess this explains it.”
“Yes. Five male children, all sired from Archangels. Ekariel was the first by a few years. He was Azrael and Jophiel’s son.”
“And Callan’s half-brother,” she adds quietly.
“Yes. He was killed when he was a child, presumably by demons, but there’s no evidence of that. Or that he’s dead, as a matter of fact. Anyway, Marcus and I were born next, followed by Callan and Jonah.” I raise an eyebrow at her. “And then you were next.”
“Except I was an accident.”
“A lucky one,” I say, as I pull her into my arms again. Yes, I could definitely get used to this.
Chapter Twenty
Olivia
When I return to my room, I pull out my laptop and play the video again. As I watch the guys admit they’ve known all along where Jonah is, I mull over the idea of exposing them. Telling the world they knew my brother was going to sneak into Faerie. Revealing they’re all in the Order. It would be the perfect revenge for them exposing me as a succubus.
The problem is…I’m not sure I want to do that anymore.
Callan was the true person behind that betrayal, but this video would incriminate Marcus and Bastien too. More than that, it would reveal my brother was in the Order with them.
Is it worth hurting so many people just to get back at Callan? I’m starting to think the answer is no. I’ll have to find some other way to get revenge on him. He must have other secrets, and I’m good at sneaking around. I’ll find something.
There’s still so much I don’t know too. Like why they let Jonah go to Faerie. That part infuriates me. I know the Order wanted him to get the staff, and my brother was uniquely qualified to find it because of his special ability to change the way he looks, but still, it was risky. What did they think was going to happen? The fae would just hand over the Staff and Jonah would walk out of there with a smile on his face? Even I know better than that.
Pausing the video, I study Marcus's expression and body language, then rewind and watch again, smirking as he throws stuffed animals at Callan. He really was pissed at them for getting him so far into this mess, but I’ve seen them together since then, so he must have forgiven them.
Now that I’ve forgiven Bastien, who did much worse things than Marcus, I should probably forgive Marcus too. I know he’s sorry for what he did, and he’s apologized many times, but somehow his betrayal stings more. He and I grew close last year, and he made me think there might be something real to our relationship—and then I learned he was involved in all their bullying. Even though it was mostly Callan’s plan, Marcus could've stepped up and been the one to put a stop to it, but he didn’t.
A noise outside my room draws my attention to the sliding door that leads to the balcony. I look back at my laptop, trying to ignore it, but then I hear the noise again. It’s like a strange gust of wind, and just when I think it’s stopped, some music starts. Someone’s playing a guitar, and it sounds like it’s right outside my room. Probably one of the other students on their balcony. I listen to the words, about walking through fire or some such, and the voice sounds really f
amiliar. My curiosity piqued, I hop off my bed and head to the balcony.
As I open the sliding door, my mouth falls open. Marcus is flying outside, his glorious wings flapping slowly to keep him hovering a short distance from my balcony. There’s a guitar in his hand, and he’s belting out the lyrics to that song by Harry Styles, “Adore You.” It’s incredibly corny, especially when he grins and points at me during the chorus, but he has a sexy voice and I find myself captivated anyway.
When the song ends, I hear applause and cheers from some of the other balconies, and realize we have an audience. My face flushes, and I gesture at Marcus to come toward me. “Get in here, you’re causing a scene.”
Our onlookers hoot, and Marcus gives them all a wave and a charming smile before tucking his wings and shooting toward me.
“I didn’t know you played guitar,” I say. “Or sang.”
He lands gracefully on my balcony and his wings vanish as he sets the guitar down. “I stopped after Jonah disappeared, but you inspire me.”
I roll my eyes, but I’m smiling too. “You’re so cheesy.”
“It’s true.” He steps forward and holds out his hand. This time, I take it. “No other girl has ever made me feel the way you do. For the first time in years, I want to make music again.” He brings my hand to his lips. “I’m so sorry for everything that happened last year, and I want to make it up to you. Let me take you to dinner.”
“Okay.”
His eyes brighten. “Okay?”
“I think you earned a meal after that performance, if nothing else.”
He lets out a whoop, and then picks me up like I weigh nothing and spins me around. He sets me down and steps back with a grin. “Come on. I know a good place that’s only a fifteen-minute flight from here.”
I throw on a sweater and grab my purse, and then we launch ourselves off the balcony. My wings are jet black and blend into the night sky, while Marcus’s are bronze and white, his feathers glinting like metal under the bright moonlight. True to his word, it takes about fifteen minutes of leisurely flying before he starts to veer down, and then we land behind a little diner called Angela’s. The logo has a hamburger and milkshake with wings.
I raise my eyebrows at Marcus as we set down. “This seems very on-the-nose.”
He winks. “You’ll love it. Best food for miles.”
I glance around. I’ve been to this little town once before to feed off a trucker at a bar, but otherwise have never had a reason to come out here.
When we step inside, a short, round woman with curly hair rushes over to us. “Marcus, dear! It’s been too long!”
“I’ve been busy at school,” he says, with a sheepish grin.
“Who’s your girlfriend?” she asks, smiling at me.
Marcus doesn’t bother to correct her. “This is Olivia.”
“Is she…” She wiggles her eyebrows. “Like you?”
“Close enough,” he says with a wink.
“Come, come.” She leads us to a booth in the corner. The place looks like something out of the 1950’s, with sparkly laminate tables edged in metal and plastic booth seats in neon blue. There’s even a mini jukebox below the window.
We slide into the booth, and Marcus immediately leans over and queues up something. “Elvis,” he says with a grin. “My mom’s favorite.”
I raise my eyebrows, but say nothing.
Angela hands us some menus and tells us to order anything, before heading behind the counter. “On the house, of course.”
“What’s that all about?” I ask when she’s gone.
“I’m a very loveable guy,” Marcus says.
“She knows about…our kind.”
“Jonah and I used to come here during our first year at Seraphim Academy in the middle of the night to get waffles and chicken. They’re the best, you have to order them.” He doesn’t even glance at the plastic menu in front of him. “Angela was always kind to us. Treated us like a mom. Made us feel a little less homesick, you know? Anyway, one night, she had a heart attack right there behind the counter. A bad one. Jonah called 911, but I knew no one would arrive in time, not out here in the boonies. So I healed her, even though we’re not supposed to do things like that. Jonah used his Ishim invisibility to keep anyone else from seeing what was happening, but there was no hiding the healing glow from Angela. She was already a believer in angels and a devout Christian, and she swears she saw my wings. After that, it was impossible to convince her we weren’t angels. So I just gave up, and let her feed me.”
“A good deed,” I admit. “But you could have gotten in a lot of trouble for that.”
He spreads his hands. “What’s the point in having these powers if not to help people? And not just angels, but everyone here on Earth?”
“That sounds odd coming from someone in the Order.”
He looks out the window with a frown. “I was invited to join the Order, and it seemed like a cool clique that all my friends were joining. Once I realized what they were really about, it was too late to back out.”
Angela comes and takes our order, and I let Marcus talk me into trying these infamous chicken and waffles.
Once we’re alone again, I sigh. “I’m still upset with you.”
Marcus shakes his head with a smile. “You said you forgive me. You’re not allowed to take that back.”
“I forgive you for your part in how the three of you treated me last year. I don’t forgive you for letting Jonah go to Faerie.”
Marcus’s face darkens. “I didn’t want him to go.”
“Then why did you let him?” I throw my hands up. “All three of you knew where he was going. Even Grace knew. Did not one of you stop and think, hmm, this might be a bad idea?”
“Of course we did. I tried to talk him out of it, but he wouldn’t listen.”
"What about Callan and Bastien?"
He hesitates. “Callan hates demons, as you know. His half-brother Ekariel was killed by them as a kid, and then there was Michael’s murder… Plus Jonah kept talking about duty and honor, and you know Callan is all about that shit.”
I nod. “I get why Callan would be on board with getting the Staff, but what about Bastien? I’ve never gotten the sense that he hates demons.”
“No, he doesn’t, or no more than he hates people in general, anyway,” Marcus says with a snort. “But Bastien is a scholar at heart, and the thought of retrieving the Staff and being able to study it proved irresistible. He warned Jonah of the dangers, but ultimately encouraged him to go.”
I shake my head. "This is bullshit. The three of you should have stopped him.”
Marcus sighs and slumps his shoulders. "Even if we wanted to, we couldn’t have stopped him. The Order found out somehow that Jonah could change his appearance, and then they were determined to use him. And he agreed, all too easily.”
Angela brings us some sodas, and then I ask, “So you are all members of the Order?”
“Yeah, we are. Jonah was too.”
I already knew all that, but it’s good to hear it from Marcus’s mouth. “How did they find out about his power?”
Marcus shrugs. “I don’t know. He wasn’t exactly careful about hiding it. Maybe someone saw him. Maybe he told someone.”
I believe it. He was so proud when he showed off his new skill to me, and then he went missing not long after.
“But why would Jonah want to get the Staff anyway? He doesn’t want to send the demons back to Hell.” Not the Jonah I knew, anyway.
He pokes at his soda with a straw. "At the time, I thought he did. He was dating Grace, who is a true believer in the Order and their purpose, and he kept talking about duty and honor and how it was the right thing to do. He said he had to do this, and that it had to be him.”
That doesn’t sound like Jonah at all. And then there’s Grace… I'll have to talk to her at some point to get her side of the story.
Our food arrives, and it’s just as delicious as Marcus said it would be. I can see now why he an
d Jonah came here all the time. My chest clenches as I think of Jonah, and how he’s been gone for so long now.
“Letting Jonah go to Faerie is one of many things I regret when it comes to your brother,” Marcus says. “I want to do whatever I can to make things right. With you, and with him. So if you have a plan for rescuing Jonah, I want in on it.”
I push around a piece of waffle on my plate. “What makes you think I have a plan?”
He grins at me. “Because I know you, Liv. You always have a plan.”
True that.
Chapter Twenty-One
Olivia
After my dinner with Marcus, I invited him back to my room, but he gave me a chaste kiss and declined. When he saw my surprised look, he stroked my cheek and said, “I want to show you what we have isn’t just about sex.”
Naturally, that only made me want him more.
A few days later, we had dinner again, this time in my dorm, and then we slept together. Now we’ve fallen back into our old groove, and with both him and Bastien giving me regular sex, I have more energy than ever before.
Somehow it’s already the beginning of June. This school year is flying by, and I’m no closer to finding my brother. It’s frustrating, to say the least. But when Family Day arrives, I jump out of bed with hope for the first time in weeks—hope that Araceli’s dad will show up and provide the answers I need about how to get into Faerie and rescue Jonah.
I quickly shower and throw on a cute outfit, one that’s not too sexy in case Father comes today, and something I can fight in, in case the Order makes a move against Araceli’s dad. I need to be prepared for anything today.
When I head into our little kitchen to grab my coffee, Araceli is already there looking miserable as she eats a banana.
"What’s wrong?" I ask, as I pour coffee into my mug, the one Marcus got me after the Princes broke my mug from Jonah. This mug has a little cartoon devil on it with the words, “Coffee fiend,” and even though it doesn’t replace what I lost, it still makes me smile.
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