Sagar

by HaydenWest

  None of them touched the ground but hovered there. Watching him. Judging him.

  He pushed to the ground and shook out his feathers before allowing them to settle once more. “How may I be of assistance to the Powers and a Principality?”

  The three of them moved closer, surrounded by their own form of light, allowing him to see them easier. The Principality had snow-white hair and sharp green eyes. His form was lean covered in an off-white outfit. Danijel wore royal blue, and Demuri was dressed as he’d been prior.

  He held his breath as he waited for judgment. Demuri and the Domination walked toward the edge of the beach where Dorn had brought Renata to shore. He didn’t hear their discussion nor did he feel anything along the common network they could all use to speak to one another.

  This left him alone with Danijel.

  He stared, he couldn’t help it, regardless of the fact he was well aware it was rude. The Power hovered there, slow beating of his wings a powerful display of strength as he didn’t waver.

  Demuri said Renata spoke to you before she left us.

  That baritone reverberated through him, power pushing, even though he doubted that was the intention.

  He nodded. She did.

  The Power turned his head and looked over to where Demuri stood talking with the Principality. Demuri immediately turned back and approached while there was a strong beat of light brown wings that took the Principality out over the ocean.

  Demuri approached the two of them. “We have a request.”

  He could breathe a bit easier while face to face with the ginger Power.

  “However I can help.”

  “Allow him access to your memory so he can see what she said exactly. And whatever else she may have indicated with her expression that may not be recalled by you at the moment.”

  He went cold inside. Access to his memories would mean Danijel had what he and Dorn had just finished sharing and the secret he kept hidden from everyone.

  This was for Renata. A friend, one who would have been for him following his heart.

  “Very well.”

  Danijel floated closer before finally settling upon the sand. Sagar was tall, but he felt dwarfed by Danijel. A lot of it was the presence this one possessed, but he was just large, everywhere.

  Sagar lowered his gaze out of respect and waited for him to do what he needed.

  Look at me.

  He couldn’t disobey if he’d wanted to.

  Meeting that penetrating golden gaze, he struggled once more for breath. Danijel reached out and touched him along the temple, light, almost fleeting, but on the inside, it was an overwhelming invasion.

  Danijel’s energy was easily one hundred fold his own and he wanted to hide from it. The light moved through him, touching lines that housed memories, sifting through until he found the link he wanted. Even though his presence was so intense, there was a gentleness about it that Sagar wouldn’t have expected from a warrior.

  Just like that, he was gone. Not just from in his mind, but before him. Gone. Vanished. Only Demuri remained.

  Squeezing his eyes shut, he worked to sound calm when he spoke. “Is he coming back? Does he need something more from me or did he get it all?”

  Demuri crossed his arms. The Principality flew back and landed before them, and again, Sagar dipped his head in respect.

  “I am Cynbel.”

  “Sagar.”

  His smile was kind. “I know who you are. Thank you for your sacrifice of allowing Danijel to see what was necessary.”

  “Do we know what happened? Who did it?”

  Cynbel and Demuri shared a glance. “Not yet,” the Power stated. “We have some leads, and she was right, it was one of us. Yet, not.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “We’re unsure at this time.” Cynbel reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder. “I need you to work with the Powers on this. We still believe you have valuable insight into what is going on.”

  He bit the inside of his cheek to keep the smile from spreading. Appearing excited because of deaths and the opportunity they afforded him wasn’t at all what he wanted to do.

  “As you say, Cynbel.”

  “Good. I have to go. I’m meeting Danijel.” He rose from the ground, wings flapping.

  Danijel is smoother at this than he is.

  “Be careful, Sagar. The danger is still out there, and it’s hunting our kind.” A few more beats and he, too, was gone.

  Eyes on Demuri, he waited for the Power to speak.

  “I will be back later. Take care with your human. Not all of us are accepting of what you are doing.”

  “Are you saying he’s in danger because we fucked each other?”

  Dorn’s deep voice reverberated through him, sending lust and heat to parts that had been cowed by being in Danijel’s presence. Just from the voice alone, blood swam for his cock, thickening it.

  There wasn’t any way to hide the menace in Dorn’s tone, and Sagar wanted to keep him safe. He readjusted so he was between his human and Demuri. Despite the odds he had of winning any battle with this warrior, he wasn’t about to serve up his human on a platter.

  Demuri’s lips twitched slightly before they settled.

  “I’m saying not all of our kind approve of intermingling with the species.”

  Dorn shifted to Sagar’s side, and the Angel adjusted his wing to bring him back behind him. His fingers sliding over the feathers, Dorn snorted.

  “I’ve faced bigots before. I’m not needing you to protect me, Sagar.”

  The way his name rolled off Dorn’s tongue merely added more fuel to the fire, or blood to his cock, depending on how he wanted to look at it.

  “I am not your enemy, human.” Demuri’s tone held slight censure in it.

  Allow me to handle this, Dorn.

  Who is he?

  One of the Powers, a warrior created to battle demons.

  I don’t care about that, who is he to you?

  He is one of the ones trying to find out why our kind are being attacked and killed.

  * * * *

  Logically Dorn wasn’t sure this should be making any sense. However, his past twenty-four hours had been a roller coaster of a ride for new experiences. He stroked a hand over his beard and pushed his fingers back into the feathers before him.

  He loved this being wanted to protect him, but he was just as determined to do the same. So instead of pushing it, he moved to his back and pressed against him there, kissing the tiny spot at the back of his neck, he knew was an erogenous zone for Sagar.

  Hell, his skin still tasted divine. Ocean and desert mix of perfect proportions. Sagar trembled beneath his lips, and Dorn had no doubt the golden-eyed warrior across from them had seen it.

  “I am Demuri.” That was all the introduction he got for those golden eyes went back to Sagar.

  Pushing his irrational jealousy back when he realized there wasn’t any desire in the way the one called Demuri watched Sagar, he listened to them talk about what someone named Cynbel had discovered over the water.

  He didn’t participate in the discussion, but Sagar made sure to continually touch him so he didn’t feel ignored. From working out here early mornings, he knew how cold it could be and yet there wasn’t a way to ignore that he didn’t have any chill around him.

  Warmth pushed through him in a gentle wave, keeping his body at the optimal temperature. His watch beeped, and he checked the time. He would normally be crawling out of bed right now and heading for the shower.

  He’d not been home since he left yesterday. He’d spent it all here, on this stretch of beach with this man. Perhaps he should be called something else, but to him, he was all man. Thick, loving, and wonderful to be pressed up against.

  The two of them gazed skyward. Dorn tipped his head back but didn’t see anything. Three more tries before he shrugged and shoved his hands in his pockets. Sagar stepped away from him, creating space—one Dorn didn’t like—and moments later the gold
en-eyed man he’d seen yesterday reappeared.

  “Elexus.” Demuri spoke as the Power landed.

  Dorn was figuring this out, bit by bit. The woman he’d pulled from the ocean had wings like Sagar, and they referred to her as an Angel, same as Sagar. The other two here had golden eyes and it may be a leap and an assumption but he had them pegged as the same thing. Powers.

  You are correct.

  What about the other one from earlier, with the red wings?

  Those are Dominations.

  Even though the physical contact had ceased, he didn’t feel neglected for he could sense Sagar in his head, with him on a level he wasn’t sure anyone could ever do.

  “You requested my presence, Demuri?”

  Dorn narrowed his eyes slightly at the tone. If it bothered Demuri, he never showed it.

  “I did. You will come with me. We have another lead to follow.” Demuri glanced at the two of them. “Be on your guard. I do not think this is over.”

  The two golden-eyed warriors took to the sky and vanished.

  He peered up at the sky until he was positive he couldn’t see them any longer. Sagar was once again flush to him, his arms dragging him close for a kiss that curled his toes into the sand.

  “Damn,” he panted, fingers digging into the man’s shirt. “What was that for?”

  “I had to stand here and smell your scent, reliving your taste as it coated my tongue, and I want more.”

  His dick tented his shorts once more. “As do I but I have to get home.”

  Sagar narrowed his eyes slightly. “Where is this home?”

  “Not too far. If you fly where they can’t see you would you still be able to see me?” He didn’t want to share this man and his beauty with anyone.

  “I can always see you. Always feel you.” He dipped closer and nipped Dorn’s lower lip. “Always taste you.”

  Reaching between them, he cupped Sagar’s cock and squeezed. “Then follow me home.”

  “I could carry you.”

  Electricity pulsed through him. “That would be wonderful, but I have to move my car or people will be looking for me. I’ll see you soon.” He stepped away and walked off only to whip back, stride up to Sagar and place a huge kiss on him, grinding against his cock, then leaving once more.

  His ride back to his place sucked. The ache in his pants called for him to touch and relive the pressure.

  I would love to watch you bringing yourself pleasure. Can you do it now? Can you pull out that beautiful cock and stroke it?

  He swerved on the street and shook his head, gripping the wheel with both hands. No. Well, I mean, I could, but no, I’m not. Not here. It’s dangerous, and you’re distracting me. Going to have me get in an accident.

  I will protect you.

  Not the point. I can’t be distracted while driving. Besides you would be too far away to see my cock if I did pull it out.

  He jerked at the light brush of a feather along his inner thigh.

  I’m not that far away and I could see it all, even the pearly drops of cum that will be on the large broad head.

  He whimpered and wished this trip were over. Finally, his place popped into view. He squealed to a stop in his driveway and dashed into the house. As he yanked open the sliding glass door leading to the backyard the air shimmered and Sagar stood there, tall, sexy as all fuck, and striding toward him, lust burning in his gaze.

  They met in a clash of lips and teeth. Clothes were torn off, and the rest of the world ceased to matter for a while. It was hours later when Dorn stirred against his lover. Sagar’s dark tan hand stroked up and down his tattooed arm.

  “You like my tattoos.”

  “Yes.” He cupped his cock, bringing it to life. “Especially this one. Why would you do this?”

  “Seemed like a thing to do.” He moved so he could see Sagar’s eyes. “What do we do now?”

  “You and I will figure something out. I’m not giving you up.”

  Dorn trailed a finger down the lean cheeks, through the dark short beard covering his chin and down his neck to the sternum.

  “That’s sounds possessive.”

  It is.

  “I thought they frowned on this.”

  “I don’t care.” Sagar captured his mouth. “I want you, and I know you want me.”

  “We’ve known each other barely a day. You’re sounding like you mean forever kind of talk.” His heart thundered in his chest as he spoke those words.

  “How long is it supposed to take?” Sagar blinked at him, those sinfully long lashes moving slowly up and down.

  “What?”

  “Knowing you are with the right one. By your words you are sounding like this is too short of a time. What is the timeline for such a thing? I don’t know all of your world’s rules.”

  “I don’t think there’s a certain time, I—”

  “There we go then. I know. You know. Why are we discussing this?”

  Dorn had no argument to that. He did know. While he may not have a fucking clue how this was supposed to work, he knew Sagar was his other half.

  The Angel sat up and was standing fully dressed in a blink of time.

  “Get dressed,” he ordered.

  Dorn slid from the bed and shoved into a pair of sweats and a tank top. “What’s going on?”

  “Company awaits us in your,” he paused, eyes scrunching, “living room.”

  “Of course it does.”

  They headed up the hall together, and he pulled up short. The way Sagar had said company, he was expecting Demuri. That’s not who was there. Sagar’s sharp breath told him he’d not been expecting the one before them.

  The silver wings gleamed in the afternoon sun, not turning gold like a lot of other things did in the sun. No, the silver shone bright and untarnished. Everything about him screamed warrior. Not a lot scared or worried Dorn, but this, he wouldn’t lie and say he wasn’t on edge by the raw power pouring off the silver-winged male in his living room.

  Sagar gave a slight bow. “Danijel.”

  Golden eyes, arctic cold, moved over the both of them. Dorn was dismissed in moments, and that focus went back to Sagar.

  “We have to go.”

  The thing that hurt was Sagar didn’t even hesitate to step forward. “As you command.”

  Danijel canted his head to the side and slid his gaze back to Dorn ever so briefly.

  “You will be back to your human soon.”

  “Where are you taking him?” Dorn interjected. Needing to know what was going on, even though deep down, he knew this was more than just about him feeling possessive. Something more, bigger, more important was at stake.

  Danijel lifted his left arm and the air glowed golden for a moment before a spear rested in one strong hand. “He is to learn to be a warrior.”

  Sagar’s surprise could be felt within Dorn. Whatever link they shared, he had access to all his emotions, and this one contained a mixture of shock and excitement.

  “I’m not a Power.”

  “That is true.” Danijel’s voice was raspy, bespeaking a man who didn’t use it often. “But you will be a warrior. No one will know I am training you aside from your mate. Not even Demuri.”

  Sagar stared at him, and Dorn gave an encouraging nod. “Go.”

  After a kiss that made him long to take this back to the bedroom, or indulge right here, Sagar stepped away.

  I will return to you.

  I know. Be safe.

  The two stepped outside and flared their wings. Impressive. Danijel rose with incredible ease and grace. Sagar followed, his eyes on the spear in his hand.

  I love you, Dorn.

  He could no longer see Sagar, but that didn’t discount the words echoing in his head. Fast? Absolutely but he couldn’t deny any of it. Somehow he just knew. He headed for his heavy bag. If his lover had to learn to be a warrior, he should do what he could on this end. He had no intention of becoming a liability to whatever the hell was coming.

  As for the decl
aration of love, he smiled and began punching the large red bag. He would address that when Sagar came back.

  He couldn’t wait.

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  Hayden West lives in the Pacific Northwest, enjoys being outdoors, and hanging out with friends when not working on the next novella to be released.

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