A moan tears from my lips as he fills me completely. His hips rock against me, rolling just right, like he doesn’t need me to move an inch to please us both.
But I do. After my mind clears from its pleasure-induced fog, I meet him thrust for thrust. Our hips meld together. It’s a push and pull of our bodies, and each time I pull back, I slide down harder just to be nearer to him.
It’s not enough.
The faster and the harder we use one another, it’s not enough. I lean into him just slightly, his shaft grinding against the most sensitive parts of me as he keeps his slamming pace.
Faster and faster and faster.
Until it shatters between us, bursting with heavenly stars flooding my vision. I look up to the dark skies above. Monsters no longer glide there. It’s only the glinting stars of perfection that reflect within my eyes even when I close them.
Pleasure as well as power flood me all at once.
And maybe it’s just the orgasm talking, or maybe… just maybe there’s a different meaning to Azazel’s words.
It suddenly all makes sense.
Fifteen
Saint
“I need to go,” she’d said as I’d protested. “I think—I think I know what Azazel meant about both sides. I need to go to the Forest of Woe.”
I still have no fucking idea what all of that means, but Phoenix went with her, so… she’s safe. At least she’s safe.
“Let’s get physical, bitches.” I know my voice is a bit too high-pitched, but that’s only because my whole body is fucking thrumming from the revitalizing moment we just shared earlier.
Energy slams through me, and I’m not afraid of what’s to come.
We stand in the middle of it now. Standing on the entrance grounds of the academy by the angel statue, we scope out the biggest threat that might come our way.
So far, nothing. But… we know it’s just a matter of time. Flames of blue and red flicker along the tree line, and it seems all the action is over there at the moment.
“We’re going to go down the highway to hell, kick some demon asses, and take some names.” I shake my fingers and loosen the tense muscles in my body by bouncing on the balls of my feet.
Syko just passes me a blank stare. It’s kinder than the eye roll Malek keeps giving me.
We’re all dressed and ready to go. Ready for Azazel’s signal and for life or death.
Hopefully life.
Probably death.
If we die, at least it’ll be together, though, so that’s a bit of consolation.
“It’s getting hot in here…”
“Can you justnot?” Syko’s body is shaking with as much anxiety as mine. I can see the haunted look in his eyes, and he’s constantly rolling his shoulders as if testing the lighter weight there without his wings.
“I don’t know,” I whisper, my gaze snapping across the length of the hellish horizon. We aren’t on the rooftop any longer; instead we are setting a perimeter around the angel statue. The three of us, anyway. We’ve set ourselves here as a distraction and as protection for this statue while Izzy and Phoenix head into the Forest of Woe.
I’m still not sure I fucking understand why, or even what the Forest of Woe is. I also can’t believe I finally got the courage to admit my feelings to them only to have them walk away from me moments later.
It’s like a rift has opened up in my soul and only they can mend it with their presence. I’m trying not to be so dramatic about it, but I can’t fucking help it. I lost Izara once, and I refuse to do it again.
Soon, we will venture into the fray of the battle.
Just as soon as Azazel gives the signal.
