Page 49 of Sweet Surrender
Bite me.
Like the words had been a command, Knight’s fangs sank in another barest inch, puncturing skin.
The taste of velvety rich iron—Saint’sblood, his life force—
Knight’s wings jerked, lifting them slightly off the bed. He grabbed Saint’s hips as he came with a muffled shout, his hips slapping hard into his human’s. He forced his head away from the bite before he could be tempted to sink his teeth in a little harder, a little deeper, red eyes flashing as he used his magic to heal the wound shut.
“Shit.Almighty.” His back was arched, his hips still rocking as his orgasm stretched out.
At some point, Saint had reached between their bodies, squeezing his dick as he came with a strangled, almost pained-sounding cry, his body seizing up.
They landed back on the bed with a muted thump when it was over. Both of them were shaking, their naked bodies hotand slick with sweat. Knight couldn’t help but lick Saint’s throat where he’d bitten him, going for any stray droplets of blood.
He dropped his head onto Saint’s chest when he was done, breathing hard, listening to the wild thump of his heartbeat. His wings drooped around them like an extra blanket.
Saint made a disgruntled noise when Knight’s dick softened and slipped out of him. Knight dipped his fingers down between his legs, feeling around his stretched hole where he was soppy wet, thrusting two fingers inside, fingering his release back into him.
“J-Jesus.” Saint trembled.Fuck, you’re filthy.
You like it.
I like you.
Those words should not have made Knight burn the way they did.I like you, too.
When he made to remove his fingers, Saint clenched weakly around them. The scent of his blush rose.
You can—you can keep them in. Just for a little bit.
Yeah? Filthy little bunny.
When he looked up, Saint’s eyes were closed, but he was smiling.
They were silent for a few moments, catching their breaths, slowing down. Knight could hear the sound of cars and people from here, though the walls managed to muffle them enough. The dog was snuffling quietly on his bed.
Saint sucked in a deep breath, then let it out slowly. Knight took that as his cue to remove his fingers, gently magicking the mess away from their bodies.
“Okay?” he whispered, squeezing Saint’s hip, his ear back on his ribcage, listening to the pounding of his heart.
“Mhm,” Saint said, sounding half-asleep already. His hands were in Knight’s hair, gently stroking.
“I’m not too heavy?”
“You feel good, just like this,” he whispered. Knight went warm all over. “Now, stop talking.”
Knight laughed weakly. In another moment, Saint’s hands slowed, then stopped altogether, his breathing deepening. Knight felt high, like he’d taken a thick dose of druntreame. He closed his eyes and decided to join his lover in the world of dreams.
ELEVEN
Saint was on cloud nine. For a moment after he’d woken up, he’d been afraid that all the years he’d spent deprogramming would mean nothing in the face of crossing that “final” line last night. He’d been afraid he’d regress, that he’d be disgusted with himself and end up pushing Knight away, and he’d have to remember to be gentle with himself while he deconstructed all over again.
But the shame didn’t come. Neither did the guilt nor the disgust or the self-hatred. There was no space for shame when he was filled to the brim with bliss, so happy he felt like a hot air balloon being continuously pumped with warm fire, rising endlessly into the sky.
He and Knight had changed positions at some point during the night and were on their sides, Knight’s wing draped around him. That pesky tail was wrapped around his thigh, Knight’s hand firm and warm on the curve of his hip. When he clenched his asshole, he felt a deep ache in remembrance of how Knight had felt inside him and shivered with remembered pleasure.
Knight had noticed he was half-awake and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. Saint decided to switch off his alarm the first time it went off, feeling so good he’d wanted just “five moreminutes” in Knight’s heavenly embrace. Except, he’d pressed the “off” button instead of the “snooze” button and had had to run around like the main character in a slice of life anime when he’d realised his blunder.
He only just made it to his post in time, having to use a keke. Knight had clutched at Saint’s thigh for dear life during the ride, deathly afraid of the little, three-wheeled vehicle, which had made Saint laugh even as his chest had bloomed with affection.
