My breath hitches in my throat at what he says, and it pains me to see him hurting, but he’s right. This isn’t something I had been expecting, and I don’t know what to tell him, so I reach over and grab his hand, hoping that some magical solution will appear. When nothing comes to mind, the seconds ticking by with neither of us adding anything to the conversation, Declan turns the rental back on and shifts into gear. I stare away from him as he does, and look out the back window and catch sight of another vehicle doing the same thing about two hundred yards back.
Guess we’re not the only ones in the world with problems, I think bitterly, upset about a system that threatens to keep Declan away, and the injustice of it all. With so much already on my mind, I push away the thoughts of the car behind us and gaze off into the trees as we drive. I have enough problems without worrying about strangers.
When we arrive at the largest store the small town boasts, we park amongst a variety of old and new vehicles. There doesn't seem to be any class differentiation here, so our SUV fits in just fine amongst the mix of cars. We unbuckle from our seats in the same silence that has accompanied most of our drive, and start to make our way to the store.
Halfway to the door, a crack of thunder halts our progress across the parking lot, and we stop to look up at how the sky has darkened. While I peer into the sky, the first fat drop of rain lands on my forehead, and begins to slowly slide down my face.
“I didn’t realize rain was in the forecast,” I say as I wipe away the drop and scan the storm clouds that have begun to roll in. It had just been a bright and sunny out. This hit fast.
“We better get moving before it starts pouring. I don’t have an umbrella,” Declan says, grabbing my attention away from the darkening sky, and we start jogging toward the door as the drops of rain turn into a downpour that seeps through our clothes.
Soaking wet and laughing as we finally arrive at the overhang that leans over the entryway, I stand just outside the door and squeeze out my braids, making a note to dry them better when we get home. It's bothersome, but I'm grateful that the magic that keeps my wings from being seen, also protects them from any outside elements as well. While I do this, I turn to see Declan staring at me, his eyes are soft and lips slightly parted.
“What?” I ask, beginning to feel self-conscious at his prolonged stare, but he just blinks and looks away, his jaw tightening.
“Let's grab a cart. We can start at the produce section and work our way around. Maksim wants us to get some peppers for chili later,” he says, changing the subject, and I let it die. If he wants to talk about it, he will.
We wander around the store for about an hour, grabbing the things we need, and some that we don't, and I make a point to throw in some cake mix. He pretends like he doesn't, but Maksim has a major sweet tooth. And well, who doesn't love cake?
By the time we finish shopping, the rain is pounding against the windows of the store, making it difficult to see, so we run out blindly with the cart, splashing through puddles as we go. At the SUV, we work quickly to throw the stuff into the hatch so that our groceries don’t get ruined, and once we finish, Declan closes the hatch and seals our things inside.
Since I’m already soaked to the bone, I grab the cart before Declan can, and race back toward the return station, ignoring his calls to let him do it. As I run, I step onto the small rack at the bottom of the cart and let out a small squeal as my momentum carries me the rest of the way to the station. Despite being wet, I feel lighter on the way back to the SUV, like the rain has washed away my earlier worries, but as I pass a light post, lightning arcs across the sky and the bulb suddenly blows, sending a shower of sparks flying out. I barely dodge the falling glass, jumping to keep from getting cut, and the smile is wiped from my face as I sprint back to where Declan waits, frowning, beside the SUV.
“Are you okay?” he asks, running around the SUV to look me over as I slide into my seat, shaking as water drips from me and puddles into the seat and floor below. Seeing me shiver, he closes my door firmly and runs back around to his side and climbs in. Once inside, he cranks up the heat, and I sigh in relief as the warm air blasts over me.
“You should have let me do that, Rhia. You could have been hurt!”
“I’m fine. The light just blew and startled me is all. Besides, one of us had to do it, and the light would have blown either way,” I retort, not understanding why he looks so upset.
“I just... there’s not much I can do or offer you that the others don’t already have covered. At least let me do the small things like sparing you from being out in the rain for longer than necessary. Please,” he pleads, and I reach my hand over to squeeze his, his skin as chilled as mine. I try to comfort him, even though I don’t know why he’s acting like this, but after only a second of touching him, he pulls his hand from my grip and shifts the SUV into gear.
“It’s getting worse. We need to hurry and get back,” he mumbles without meeting my eyes.
I don't reach for him again as he backs out of the lot, and I rest my head on my seat, feeling my braids soak the cushion behind me. I don't understand why he's so worked up, so I'm hesitant to try and strike up a conversation. Instead, we once again sink into the strained silence that is becoming normal for us. As we start down the road, heart heavy from the whole grocery trip, I glance in the mirror to see the blown out light that almost struck me. It's dark now, an oddity among the other brightly lit street lamps.
The rain pounds against the windshield and makes it difficult to see as the wipers struggle to keep up with the downpour. We’re traveling along a narrow road that leads back to the farmhouse, and with exception of a car we passed a moment ago, seem to be the only ones crazy enough to be traveling during this weather.
As Declan leans close to the window, eyes squinted to try and see better, a bolt of lightning crashes down, and appears to strike the road in front of us. It hits so close, I worry that it actually hit the vehicle, and it causes Declan to swerve, the tires hydroplaning for a second before he gains traction again.
“Holy shit! You okay?” he questions once the wheels have found purchase, his breaths coming quickly from him, and I shake my head, opening my mouth to tell him that I’m fine, but a second strike hits a short distance ahead of us, the percussion almost too loud for my ears. Unlike last time, all that power is directed into a tree along the side of the road, and when the electricity shoots through it, it comes crashing down into the path of the SUV.
“Declan!” I cry as he yanks the steering wheel hard to the side to avoid the fallen oak, and the tires spin as we slide off the road, speeding down a steep incline before we finally crash to a hard stop between two trees. The airbags don’t deploy at the force of the hit, and I dazedly make a mental note that I should complain to the company about their faulty bags.
“It’s okay. You’re okay,” Declan says as he unbuckles his seatbelt quickly, and moves over to run his eyes and hands over my face and body like he’s reassuring himself that his words are true.
Realizing that he’s most likely in shock from what just happened, I halt his cold hands as they come back to rest on my face, and meet his wild eyes.
“You’re right. I’m okay. We’re both okay. You took care of us,” I say, hoping to wipe the panic from his gaze. When he doesn’t respond right away, I hesitantly ask, “You are okay, right?”
Running his hands through his hair, he looks away. “No. I don’t think I am. Everything’s so fucked up, Rhia. I want to tell you everything. I know I can trust you, but it’s not just my secret. It’s my kingdom, and it’s my parents pushing for me to find a wife, and… and despite everything, all I want to do is love you. To tell you how much my heart beats for only you and that keeping you safe has become almost an obsession at this point because if I can’t have you, then I’ll at least see you safe. And I can’t even do that right.” His voice breaks at the end, and it hurts me to see him so upset.
It’s like he’s laid himself bare before me, expos
ing his cracks, and it’s cracks that mirror my own doubts and fears. Recognizing that shared pain, I can’t say who moves first, but the kiss we share is hot and greedy. It’s almost as if we’re proving to each other that we're truly okay. That we’re alive, and our hands drift and roam over each other’s bodies as we continue to seek that reassurance. It doesn’t take long before our frantic emotions urge us forward, and we end up in the backseat, with our hands desperately trying to rid ourselves of our clothes as the rain pelts the windows, the storm outside a mirror to the storm within.
Pulling back as I finally get my shirt over my head and past my wings, Declan’s face searches mine, and I frown at his dejected look.
“We can’t do this Rhia. What about my parents? Nothing has changed. I’ll still have to take a wife,” he says, breath rasping out of him as his hand tightens on my hip.
Having him before me with his shirt gone and pants unbuttoned, I decide to say fuck it to plans. They rarely work anyways, and this is what I want. With my mind made up, I reach behind me and unclip my bra. As the cotton material falls away, I feel more powerful than ever under his reverent look.
“You know what? We’ve got a year to figure that out and cross that bridge, but right now, it’s just us. And I want you, Declan. Now,” I say, and a feral look crosses his features before he pushes me back onto the seat and rotates his body so that he leans over me.
“Okay. We'll figure it out. Together,” he starts, but pulls away the smallest bit before adding, “all five of us.” With that, he takes my mouth with his as he works his pants down his hips, and I break away for a moment to take him in. Hard and ready, his cock juts out between our wet bodies, and my eyes widen slightly at the deceptive length.
With him being the shortest of the guys, I had imagined that he may also be smaller in other regards too, but I was very, very wrong. Where he may not be as long as Gavril, he’s marginally wider, and a thrill of excitement laced with fear shoots through me at the prospect of taking all that smooth length inside of me.
My nervous anticipation must show on my face because after he allows me a second for my gaze to roam over his body, he leans in and places a gentle kiss on my lips. "Together," he repeats, and leans forward and kisses my neck.
It’s that last bit that finally does it, that snaps my control and I throw caution to the wind, throwing my arms around his neck, and pull his lips back down onto mine.
Sex in the back of the car with the windows fogged up as a storm rages outside sounds hot in theory, but in reality, it’s really difficult. We face the problem of not only having to remove my remaining clothing, wet in this case, but my wings are not very flexible.
Giving up on being gentle, Declan seems frustrated with my jeans that stick to my body like a second skin, and gives a great tug and pulls them from me. It’s a great idea, too, until he frees one leg as I’m pulling it away and I slip and kick him in the nose, causing a spurt of blood to leave it.
“Shiiiit!” he cries, pulling up both hands to cup his face as I scramble to grab some napkins from the cup holder before pressing the wad to his face.
“I’m so sorry, Declan,” I say miserably as he holds them up, the white staining red as we sit there half undressed with goosebumps from the cold air pebbling across our skin. The flush of my skin helps to fight off the rising bumps, but when we meet each other’s eyes, we begin to laugh.
“Damn, that’s nothing like in the movies,” he says in a stuffed up voice, but has a smile on his face as he turns his head to the side. His gaze moves down my body, and I giggle at the white tissues stuffed in his nose. “I really messed this all up, didn’t I? I always imagined our first time being in a nice hotel somewhere. I would give you a massage, let my hands linger on your body and then I’d finally take you. Maybe against a wall. Blood was never part of the plan.”
We laugh again as he finishes describing what he had imagined, but I think about what he’s said. It would have been great that way, but he fails to understand that it’s not the setting that matters to me, it’s who I’m with. And right now, there’s no one else I’d rather be sitting in a wrecked car with.
With these thoughts driving me forward, I reach down and yank the jeans from my other foot, and rise up and throw my leg over Declan's slim waist. His face registers surprise as I settle down over him, the thin fabric of my boy short panties the only thing that separates us.
“You don’t have to do this, Rhia. I didn’t say all that to make you feel bad,” he says with his lips pursed, and I lean in and kiss his mouth, the tissues tickle my nose.
As our mouths move against each other, I echo the rhythm with my body and slowly begin to grind my core against his returning erection.
Wanting to be closer to him, but knowing that I need to be smart too, I pause and look at him, head tilted slightly to the side. “You have protection, right?”
His gaze grows distant as he looks like he's thinking hard before he leans around me and reaches into the pocket of his jeans. Pulling out his wallet, I suppress a giggle at the four turtles in ninja outfits that are on it, different from the gold money clip he normally allows people to see, and he opens it and pulls out a foil package.
He doesn’t waste time returning the wallet back into his pants, just throws it to the floorboard, and I pretend I don’t see him yank out the bloodied napkins before tossing them onto the floor, because as soon as those gold eyes meet mine, thoughts of mutant rats, turtles, and bloody noses disappear.
Rock You Like A Hurricane
Declan doesn’t fumble with opening the condom, but I stop him before he can slide it on. I halt his hands with my own, removing the latex from his grasp, and place it over the tip, smearing the bead of clear liquid that sits on top of his cock. I pull my eyes up and hold his gaze as I slowly roll it down, gently squeezing his shaft with my hand along the way.
He groans at the touch, and I take advantage of his distraction to lift my hips up just enough to shimmy out of my panties. Once those have joined the rest of our rain-soaked clothes on the floor, I guide his wide length between my folds and begin to sink down, growing wetter at the pain-pleasure his swollen cock brings me.
“Oh, Rhia! I love how I feel inside of you,” he says once I finally take him all in, his eyes flashing liquid gold. I hold his hot gaze, luxuriating in the way he breathes my name, and after allowing myself a moment to acclimate, I begin to rock my hips back and forth over him. Sometimes I change up the motion by rising slightly, before coming back down, and pulling more moans from his lips.
A few times he reaches up to stroke my wings, and although it feels good, the feeling of control I have right now, of taking his body and using it to bring us both pleasure, is even better, so I grab his wrists to stop him from touching me. His brows lift in surprise, but I don’t give him a chance to question me as I raise them back over his head, holding them there as I continue to fuck him.
Turned on by this new side of me, and his willingness to let me take the lead, I gradually start to move faster, increasing the speed of my movements, but still, I want more. Feeling bold, I let go of one his hands so that I can grab the back of his head and bring his mouth to my breast, moaning as wet heat engulfs my nipple. It feels so good I reward him by clenching my core so that it tightens around where he moves inside of me.
We stay like that, with our bodies pushing together, sometimes in time with the thunder outside until I eventually feel that slow rise of awareness. The pleasure building telling me that I’m getting close, so I once again increase my tempo until it’s too much, and I throw my head back and scream as my nails dig into his shoulders and I ride out my pleasure. Taking everything that I want from him.
I release his wrists when my body begins to lose its rhythm, my orgasm causing my motions to slow, and he grabs my hips forcefully and keeps driving into me. He stays like this until he finally reaches his own peak and comes undone beneath me.
So caught up in the aftershocks of my orgasm, I forget to shield
against the others, but when I search my mind, I find them locked away. As if sealed within a vault, and realize, it's locked from the other side. They must have caught onto what was going on and shielded against me. Grateful they did that, but guilty they had to, I lean my head against Declan's shoulder and just breathe against him.
We’re both still wet, either from the rain or sweat, or maybe a combination of both, but I don’t mind. I’m just enjoying having him still encased deep within me as my body relaxes against his.
“That was,” he starts, but has to stop to clear his throat. “Amazing. You’re amazing,” he adds, and I smile against his skin, thinking about how much I enjoyed taking control. And even happier that he seems to have enjoyed it too. But, insecurities begin to rise and I pull away and study his face.
“Are you sure? I mean, I didn’t push you too far by being too bossy did I?”
At my question, he laughs and then pulls me into a hug, his arms being careful not to smash my wings. "Rhia, I'm going to be king one day and will be responsible for running a whole group of people. That sounds exhausting and like a lot of work. Believe me when I say that if you want to be in charge in the bedroom, then I'm good with that. Smack my ass and call me your bitch, if you want. As long as you keep doing what you just did, I won't complain."
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