As he settled, he removed the clothes that he hadn’t freed himself of during their encounter, including his jeans and underwear, which were still locked around his ankles. He lay across the bed, which was now flush with the floor. Tossing his head back, he savored the delicious sensations that rippled through him.
Hayde crawled to him and positioned himself so his knees were on either side of Kinzer’s hips. He lay against him.
“That was really fun,” he said, smiling a big, ridiculous smile.
Kinzer hoped this guy would stick around a bit if only so they could enjoy more encounters like that.
Hayde pushed off of Kinzer and leaned back. He brought his dagger around and pressed it against Kinzer’s neck.
“Too bad I’m gonna have to kill you,” he said.
Kinzer’s excitement, his eagerness about the experience, disappeared.
“What?”
A new gleam entered Hayde’s eyes, more wicked than playful.
“Oh, Kinzer, it’s no wonder you were so easily fooled by Janka.”
Kinzer’s face flashed with heat.
“What did you say?”
He balled his hands, flexed his biceps as his body readied for attack, but Hayde pressed the blade tighter against him, reminding him that he was at a great disadvantage. His wings rose behind him like they were aroused by his victory.
“You heard me. Did you really think I wanted to join you so I could help you? Really? I don’t work for the Leader, you disgusting fallen.”
“A flit thinking a fallen’s disgusting. How amusing,” Kinzer sneered.
Hayde’s nostrils flared, his upper lip twitched, and his face flashed red.
“You shit. I can kill you in a second, and you’re insulting me?”
“You’re gonna kill me either way.”
“It’s a shame,” he said, his gaze shifting to Kinzer’s cock. “But at least now I get what Janka liked about you.”
Kinzer shook with rage. He wanted to pounce on top of Hayde and beat the shit out of him.
“Thanks for the fuck,” Hayde said with a wink.
A sword pressed against Hayde’s neck.
“Put the fucking dagger down.”
Maggie stood beside him, Kinzer’s sword held out confidently before her. “Good thing I came to congratulate you,” she told Kinzer.
Hayde smirked, not withdrawing his dagger from Kinzer’s neck. “Mortal, you think you intimidate me?”
She swung sharply, swiftly, slicing a cut in his cheek.
“Fuck!” he cried.
Kinzer used the distraction as a chance to grab Hayde’s wrist. He pulled him to his side, rolled on top of him, and slammed his fist against his cheek, repeating the assault until the villain appeared disoriented.
