by Alisa Woods
“I never tire of magic,” he said, sweeping back her already-wet hair and turning her to brace her hands on top of the half wall. “Just as I never tire of making love to you.”
“I don’t know if I can—”
But he stopped her protests with a hand slipped between her legs. He knew just where her pleasure centers were, and as he stroked her with his fingers, he could tell the wetness wasn’t from the gentle rain on their shoulders and backs, coating them and making their bodies slick.
“Oh, God, Asa.”
He loved hearing his name on her lips, in the throes of pleasure. He worked her most sensitive nub with his fingers, eliciting a whimper that urged him forward. It’d only been a few hours since they last made love, but he was bursting with need again. He rubbed his cock along her backside, wet and slippery with water, then couldn’t wait and stroked inside her on the next thrust.
“Ah!” she shrieked.
“Hold on, my love,” he groaned. “I’ve been dreaming of this for hours while you slept.” Then he gripped her hips and thrust with abandon. She whimpered and cried out and quickly reached her peak. She was so hot and tight and when she came… pulsing all around him, grinding his cock… he groaned with the mighty pleasure of it. But he didn’t stop. He held back. He needed to last longer than that.
When he was sure she’d crested and come down, he pulled out and turned her around. Her heavy-lidded, pleasure-slack expression made him smile. He kissed her gently on the lips, cupping her wet cheek in his hand.
“I do so love making you come,” he said as he kissed her. Eighteen.
“You’re going to wear me out.”
“I certainly hope so.” He kissed her again then conjured some straps to hold her.
“What in the—?” The rough leather slid along the wet skin of her bottom. She peered behind her. “What is this?”
“Something else I’ve been dreaming of.”
She looked back at him with wide eyes, but he just grabbed hold of her luscious bottom and lifted her until her legs were over his hips, and her wet heat against his aching cock. The straps dangled from the ceiling but now he conjured them to wrap around her legs, near the hip, one for each, spreading her wide and holding her up. Then the ends conjoined with their mates above, providing a loop for each leg. An erotic swing. The sight of her pale flesh held tight by the straps, her nipples puckered, her red hair wet and spilling over her body had exactly the effect on him as he’d imagined—a raging need to possess her.
Her eyes were wide, taking it all in, but she was spread, ready for him.
He swung her closer, positioning his cock at her entrance but not yet taking her. “Remember when I said to hold on before?” he asked, his voice grinding with need.
She nodded as water dripped off her face.
“Hold tighter.”
She grasped hold of the straps above her head, and they firmly held her legs open and apart. He grasped hold of her, swinging her hard against his cock. She shrieked and he groaned. So deep. The angle was just right, so he pulled back and swung her again. The momentum was incredible, like making love in the air, weightless but definitely not frictionless. The tight squeeze every time he plunged into her was driving him mad… and racing him to his peak.
“Oh… God… Asa!”
Holy fuck, he loved that voice.
“Asa… I… have…” She was panting with each thrust.
“What do you have, my love?” His cock, buried in her body. His love, forever more.
“A… fantasy…” She shrieked as he took her a little deeper.
“I’m not quite done with mine,” he ground out. He was close, though. So close. She was like an angel swinging in air, riding his cock, gloriously beautiful in her wrapped up, tender flesh.
“Your wings,” she gasped.
“What?” His mind was riddled with Lust and pleasure and love. So close.
“Unfurl your wings,” she cried out. “Fuck me… as an angel.”
Holy magic. In all this time, he’d been making love to her as a man—as humanly as possible—but he did as she asked, unfurling his wings behind him, pumping the shower-spray-filled air with his feathers as he stroked into her body. He was angeling… and he was loving a human in the one way he was completely forbidden to do so.
It fucking tipped him right over the edge.
He squeezed his eyes tight and groaned through his release, the sound loud and echoing in the shower. He kept swinging her onto his cock as she cried out her own shuddering climax. When they’d both reached their peaks and passed them and slowly were coming down, he stopped her swing and gently held her close. Then he magicked away her bonds so only her flesh and his remained. Pulling out was delicious pain, but he set her down, then bent to rub and kiss the red marks the leather straps had left behind on her sweet flesh. That she had gone along so willingly, that she’d given him her heart and so much more… being on his knees, kissing her thighs in gratitude seemed the only true answer to that.
“Asa.” Her voice was awed.
But he knew exactly how she felt. The love. The release. The pure joy of it. “We will have to do that again, my love. Very soon.”
“Asa… look.” The awe remained, but the words…
He peered up at her.
She was staring at his wings behind him as if she’d never seen them before. Granted it had only been once or twice, but still… they should not cause that look of astonishment.
Then he caught a glimpse. White feathers.
He jolted to his feet and stared in dumbfounded amazement. His wings. They had turned…
“White,” Molly whispered. She stared up into his eyes. “What does it mean?”
He had no words. His mind was filled with static. “I… I don’t know.” But then a twinge of recollection, through the haze of pleasure and lovemaking… the magic pulse. Early, that first time, they made love, he’d felt it. Never in all the times since, but that first time… “I have returned to the light.” He could scarce believe the words as they left his mouth.
“I don’t understand.” And there was worry in her voice.
He brought her in for a hug. “It’s all right.” Was it? How was this even happening? “It’s… it is a miracle.”
“Are you okay?” She peered up at him from the cocoon of his arms.
He smiled, and he could feel it. He’d thought it was just the euphoria of making love—of loving Molly—but it was there inside him as well. Vibrant. Strong. Light magic.
“You have healed me,” he whispered.
Her eyebrows hiked up. “I didn’t realize you were sick.”
He laughed, and it was clear and light and shook them both. “I’ve been Fallen for a decade and all it took…” He shook his head and released her to cup her cheeks in his hands. “All it took was loving you to earn back my wings.”
But she just looked more worried. “Does this mean… will you still stay…”
“My love,” he said, keeping his voice soothing. “It matters not to me. You and the baby—that’s all that matters.” But he knew, even as he said it, that it would matter… maybe not to him. Not to them.
But possibly to everyone else.
Chapter Twenty
“You’re certain you didn’t do anything… special,” Razael asked him.
“Positive.” Asa laid his blade at Razael’s feet. It was poison to him now. Even being in Razael’s Regiment was setting his blood alight with so much dark magic near the light magic pulsing through his veins. He flexed his snow-white wings for emphasis. “All I did was make love to Molly. It was upon the first time—I noticed the pulse then—if that makes a difference.”
“We felt it as well. Everyone did.” Razael scowled, and he surely meant both light forces and shadow, fae and angelkind. Even the dragons reported feeling it. “There must be more to it than that.”
There was a lot more—it was everything to Asa—and maybe that was it. “My love is True.” Was it as simple as that? B
ut love was far from simple. “Molly healed me in places a life kiss could never touch. And believe me, I’ve tried.”
Razael smirked. “Laylah is taking the news well. In Truth, I think she’s jealous of your wings, not where you’re putting your cock.”
Asa’s eyebrows lifted. He wasn’t sure which part of that surprised him more.
“And that is precisely the problem.” Razael rose from his throne and paced the room.
Asa watched him with dread. He’d never seen such… agitation… in the angel before.
“Every shadow angeling who dreams of the light…” Razael shook his head and stopped to face Asa. “Already the rumors are swirling as to what caused it. And they grow more wild by the day. Was it merely fucking a human that brought you back your wings? I don’t need to tell you what kind of mayhem that could cause.”
Asa grimaced. “Just tell them—”
Razael tipped his head. “Tell them what? That even you are far from certain?”
Asa’s shoulders dropped. “I’m sorry, my lord.”
Razael gave him a small smile. “Sorry you’re redeemed? That when the Warrior Angels and End of Times come, you will be spared while the rest of us go to ash? Don’t be sorry for that, my friend.”
“You know all that I do.” Asa cringed. “I would tell you.”
“I know.” Razael sighed. “Meanwhile, I’ll do what I can to keep my Regiment focused on the war and not their own personal redemption. But they are shadowkind, after all.”
Asa nodded. If they were capable of that kind of restraint—Virtue—they would not be in shadow to begin with. Was that it? Because he was Wrath Fallen and not so easily seduced by the shadow side, that it had been possible for him to be redeemed? There were others who had accomplished it. Oriel. Tajael. Erelah. But each had been unique; a strange circumstance. None of it fit together that he could discern.
“In Truth,” Razael said, “I’m more concerned about Elyon.”
Asa waved in the general direction of the nursery where Eden and Ren still lived. “Micah has to pine for her—I understand that now more than ever.”
“But will he turn against Elyon? We’ve no indication so far. The war continues on the streets. But that’s not what I mean, Asa.”
“There is another threat beyond the war?” Asa fought through the guilt that he would be sidelined while others fought. Wrath still burned in him, desiring Elyon’s destruction, but he had new responsibilities now. Molly and the baby were more important than vengeance.
“Your, well, redemption—it’s an existential threat to Elyon. Think of it.”
Asa frowned. “His angelings live in fear of him. They are as loyal as they must be in order to survive. Even his own son is potentially against him. But what has that to do with me and my wings?”
“Elyon has spent decades building his army,” Razael said, once again taking a seat on his throne. “His angelings can die in battle, or they can die at his hand… or they can die at the hands of the Warrior Angels, should they come. In the end, does it really matter much how? But what if they could live instead?”
Asa’s eyes went wide. “If there were a path to redemption… if they could win themselves free from the shadow side…”
“Elyon would lose. Everything.”
But a cold feeling gripped his heart. “And if they fail?”
“Then they are lost, regardless.”
Asa shook his head. “I never… my lord, I never intended to bring this upon us.”
Razael chuckled. “Love,” he said with more than a little disdain. “Causing problems since the beginning of time.” But then he smiled. “I would give you a blessing, my friend, but I’m afraid you’re too good for that now.”
Asa felt that as a strike against his heart. “I still owe you my life.”
The angel laughed. “You bear Zuriel’s mark, and your wings are white. You owe me nothing. Go live your life, Asa. Forget about the shadow realm and be glad for it.”
In Truth, even Zuriel’s mark was fading, its shadow magic being consumed by the light magic inside him. And being in the light did change everything. It was possible now for him to join the light forces—he could even reunite with some of his cohort-mates from his youth, to see where they landed. The world had opened up to him in a way that went beyond simply not dying if the Warrior Angels were resurrected. But that didn’t erase the past. “There will be no forgetting. And do not be surprised if you see me on the battlefield at some point. We remain on the same side, my lord. Only the color of my wings has changed, not my loyalties.”
Razael tipped his head in acknowledgment, but it wasn’t Truth, and they both knew it.
Everything had changed, and not just for Asa. But the Truth was he could not fight this war—Razael would have to carry on without him. He had a higher duty to attend, a miracle to witness and usher in—the woman Asa loved was giving him a son.
And he would devote his life to protecting and loving them both.
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Shifters in Seattle
True Alpha (Book 1)
Dark Alpha (Book 2)
A True Alpha Christmas (Book 3)
River Pack Wolves
Jaxson (Book 1)
Jace (Book 2)
Jared (Book 3)
Wilding Pack Wolves
Wild Game (Book 1)
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Wild Heat (Book 3)
Wild One (Book 4)
Wild Fire (Book 5)
Wild Magic (Book 6)
Fallen Immortals
Kiss of a Dragon (Book 1)
Heart of a Dragon (Book 2)
Fire of a Dragon (Book 3)
Chosen by a Dragon (Book 4)
Seduced by a Dragon (Book 5)
Touched by a Dragon (Book 6)
Loved by a Dragon (Book 7)
Marked by a Dragon (Book 8)
Claimed by a Dragon (Book 9)
