I despise this—these constant goodbyes. They tear at my heart every time.
"You beautiful, magnificent creature," I whisper against his golden coat. "You didn't just carry us through the realm. You carried us through hell itself. You're not just some magical horse—you're family." My voice cracks. "And I don't know how to say goodbye to family."
Gullfax's warm breath stirs my hair."Who says this is goodbye, little light? As long as light shines and wind blows, I am a whisper away. Call, and I will answer."
I hug him tighter, memorizing the feel of him beneath my fingers. "Promise?"
His gentle laugh ripples through my mind."I swear by sun and storm. Now go. The realms needs its savior."
I step back, swiping at my tears. Rhyland moves forward, his hand steady as he extends it to Gullfax. The divine stallion lowers his head, pressing his velvet nose against Rhyland's palm. The touch seems to break something in my man—his shoulders tremble, throat working against emotions I've rarely seen him display.
"Thank you, buddy," Rhyland's voice comes out rough, raw. "For everything."
Seeing my indestructible alpha man fighting back tears breaks the last of my composure. A sob escapes before I can trap it behind my teeth.
Gullfax's ancient eyes close, touching his forehead to Rhyland's. His voice echoes in my mind, meant for Rhyland—"Guard our Lightborn well, son of Magni."
I whisper the words to Rhyland, watching his jaw clench tight enough to crack stone.
Then Gullfax rises, powerful and proud, golden hooves striking sparks from the very air. For one breathtaking moment, he's more than just a horse—he's stardust and storms, legend made flesh, divinity wrapped in golden hide.
And then he's gone, leaving nothing but echoing hoofbeats and the lingering scent of summer winds.
Lucian
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Seraphina is curled up against me, all soft skin and curves. Her golden hair is spilling across my black silk pillows like liquid sunshine.
Talk about a morning-after masterpiece.
One of her legs is thrown possessively over my waist, andfuck—the way her perfect breasts press against my side should be classified as a weapon. Her peaceful face, those slightly parted lips that were screaming my name just hours ago... it's enough to make my heart beat out of my chest.
I trace lazy patterns on her bare skin, remembering how she arched and moaned beneath me. My angel cake turned out to be kinkier than a demon's tail. Makes me wonder what other naughty surprises she's hiding under those pristine wings.
Last night was a divine revelation of the most sinful kind. Phina let me claim that sacred territory and took backdoor action like she'd been studying the Kama Sutra's secret chapters.
Who knew Heaven's finest would be enthusiastic about getting her halo polished from behind? She moaned my name like a prayer, begged for more like confession, and came so hard I thought we'd both ascend straight to the pearly gates.
Her wings are hidden away now, but the memory of how they trembled and fluttered while I took her ass? That's getting filed away in my spank bank for all eternity.
Note to self: Install mirrors on the ceiling. For research purposes, obviously.
The sunlight streaming through the balcony doors makes her skin glow like she's lit from within. Which, considering she's an angel, might be true.
Seraphina stirs, her silky leg sliding over my already rock-hard morning wood. Her gorgeous eyes flutter open, a coy smile on those sinful lips. "Good morning, Sparky," she purrs, her voice like audible honey.
Hello, Little Miss 'I'm-an-angel-but-I-fuck-like-a-demon.'
"Morning, naughty girl," I smirk, already mentally high-fiving myself for landing the hottest thing to ever fall from Heaven.
Achievement unlocked: Corrupted an Angel. +1000 XP.
She giggles, pressing those perfect lips against mine, andsweet merciful Batman—she tastes like cotton candy and whiskey had a baby that was blessed by the Pope.
I cup her face, then grab a fistful of that golden hair, tilting her head back to deepen the kiss. The moan that escapes her goes straight to my cock like it's following a GPS signal.
Down boy. We've got important morning-after conversations to have before round two... or is it round seven? I lost count somewhere around midnight.
