Father sounded surprisingly smug.
Day wished Father would leave him alone while he was being intimate, but he already knew he didn’t have any control over him. He continued to lap at Goldie’s cock, eager to fix his soured mood and rekindle the passion that had been burning so sweetly between them.
Goldie seemed to be relaxing, but then Day caught him glancing at his phone again.
Day’s heart sank.
Look at you.
You look ridiculous, son.
No wonder he doesn’t want you.
Father’s smugness continued.
Day’s temper flared, and he gritted his teeth.
No, he looked sexy in this. He was soft and beautiful and sexy. His angel had told him so. His angel had told him so. His angel had fucking told him so, even though his angel was ignoring him right now.
When Day was little, he liked soft things.
Lace. Silk. Velvet.
Father took them away.
He’d had a doll that he liked. A girl had given it to him at church when they still went.
Father took that away too.
Father didn’t want him to like soft things because the mission was going to be hard.
It wasn’t fair.
None of this was fair.
Anger bubbling over, Day snatched the phone away from Goldie’s hand.
“Hey!” Goldie frowned. “I’m sorry, I was just—”
Day slammed the phone over on the coffee table, and then he whirled back around on Goldie. He grabbed Goldie’s jaw, whispering heatedly, “And God said, hold fast to the body embracing you until you have become one flesh. Come unto them and spread your seed.”
“What?” Goldie sputtered. “Wait, is that in the Bible or—”
“I am coming unto you and spreading my seed,” Day said in a tone that indicated he was not accepting any question or refusal. He slid into Goldie’s lap, still holding his jaw and the other hand tangling in his long hair. He tightened his grip and watched Goldie’s expression go slack. “I am taking you, my angel. I am taking what is mine. Right now.”
“Yes. Please.” Goldie’s eyes glazed over, and he nodded obediently. His entire body sagged beneath Day’s strong hold, and he was staring at Day as if he’d painted all the stars dotting the heavens.
The look was worshipful, beautiful, and Day feltpowerful.
Day wondered if this was what God felt like—
Careful, my son.
Day stroked the line of Goldie’s strong jaw with his thumb, admiring his bright eyes and how eager he was to offer his submission. It was thrilling to have his angel want to be his so desperately, and he could already tell that Goldie would do anything and everything he asked of him.
Goldiewantedthis.
He wanted to belong to Day, to serve him and fuck him and take his seed, to kneel at his feet and yes, maybe even love him. He was his angel, now and forever, and Day’s heart was so full that it was hard to breathe.
