His wings explode outwards, shrouding the room in black, and he pounces on my body. There is a moment when the world narrows to the press of him at my swollen, flushed center and the soft rumble like a purr beginning at the back of his throat. “I have been waiting for you,” he breathes.
I nod because there aren’t words big enough for what I feel. He leans down and nips my neck in a way that makes a fire bloom along my spine and makes my pussy wet.
“You will want none but me because I will fuck you so well,” he murmurs in my ear.
“Yes,” I whimper, and he doesn’t give me time for another sentence.
He thrusts in before I can finish, filling me in that ancient, impossibly wide way that somehow maps everywhere I am inside.
My arms are still tied above my head, so I cling with my legs, heels digging into his back, wrapping around him like some needy vine.
“You are mine,” he growls between thrusts. “I will protect you.”
He pulls out and drives in again. “I will worship you,” he promises. “I will keep you safe and fuck you forever.” Each pull, each thrust slams into my slick center and sparks little fireworks up my spine.
“Yes!” I scream, lost, everything else erased as the pleasure blooms so bright I feel drunk. He pulls out, and I want to cry at the emptiness before he slams back in, grinding his groin to rub my clit in the most cruel, most perfect way. My legs shake as I clamp him; my body starts to ripple with aftershocks.
“I need you, and you need me,” he growls between thrusts, voice thick as molten lead. He speeds up, and the room tilts. Light spills as his chest begins to glow—that impossible inner brightness—and the air hums with it, making my hair lift as his wingbeats buffet us both.
Tears of pleasure streak my cheeks as ecstasy hits in furious waves. “I need you,” I sob, as the world turns into white heat. “I need you, and you need me.”
He fucks me harder, everything vibrating—his wings, his chest, the skin of my belly. The glow from him explodes, and it’s like he’s being burned open and lit with holy fire all at once.
I feel him release first, a hot, unstoppable flood that pours into me, and that shock of him releasing inside me sends another series of orgasms blasting up my spine.
Oh shit.
I think I’m in love with one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.
My head falls back onto the pillow, and I laugh, breathless and broken, as Abaddon buries his face between my breasts. Hiswings settle like a dark, protective shroud, and for a delicious, dizzy second, we are just heat and breath and the aftershakes of absolute ruin.
He murmurs something against my skin—soft, possessive—and I melt right there, all stubbornness reduced to a sticky, blissed-out puddle.
FORTY-SIX
ABADDON
There’ssomething different in Hannah’s eyes this morning, a warmth that wasn’t there before. When she looks at me now, I see acceptance instead of wariness, connection instead of fear.
No one has ever looked at me this way.
I would face entire armies to keep that light in her eyes.
The change doesn’t go unnoticed by my brothers either. When we reach the main level for breakfast, Romulus takes one look at Hannah’s relaxed expression, then at me, and gives me a single knowing smirk. But unlike his twin, he has the wisdom to leave it at that.
Thing, however, bounds directly to Hannah with concern written across his massive features. “Are you well? I heard?—”
The possessive fury that usually rises in my chest falters when Hannah voluntarily moves to my side, sliding against me with easy affection. The simple gesture sends unexpected warmth through my entire being and immediately calms me.
Thing’s surprised expression is deeply satisfying.
“So,” Hannah says brightly, clapping her hands together, “who’s hungry?”
Her stomach answers for her with a loud rumble, and I want to sweep her back upstairs and feed her properly—among other things. But she’s carrying my child now, and his needs come first.
“I’ll cook some meat,” I offer.
She squeezes my waist with delicate strength. “How about I cook? You could learn a thing or two.”
