“Castiel!” My hands clenched his. “Just kiss me already!”
Seventeen
Lilith
His eyes lit up, then he burrowed under the edge of my skirt and kissed my sex.
It was such a new, strange feeling I didn’t know how I felt about it for a moment. Castiel’s mouth gentled against my skin as he groaned in delight. He took his time, letting me get used to him. It wasn’t long before I was panting and squirming on the table. I bit on my fist to muffle the sounds trying to erupt from me.
His hands slid up to my inner thighs, framing me. “So pretty,” he sighed, and dipped back in. He played me, his lips and tongue and even gentle nips from his teeth driving me higher, higher, higher. Pleasure like I had never known drummed through my body, building a sweet tension in me. “I’m going to make you feel like you’re flying,” he promised against my skin. The vibrations of his voice did funny things to my body. “Look at me, cirra. Look at me while I fuck your cunny with my tongue. You’re going to watch me and then you’re going to come in my mouth.”
Lust expanded inside me, but what really made my chest tight was something else entirely as I looked down my body and saw his brown curls bobbing between my legs. I couldn’t—wouldn’t—put a name to the feeling. Not now, when he’d found his guide home to Aerie.
His lips moved upward, gently drawing my bud between them. He sucked and I gasped, seeing stars. Then he did it again and again, and my climax shot me up to spiral in the heavens.
I lay dazed on the table, staring up at the painted ceiling full of myths and legends. Castiel withdrew and gently tugged my skirt down over my knees. He kissed one knee, then the other, and stood, again with that inhuman grace. “Thank you,” he said gravely, gazing down at me with an unreadable expression. “You have no idea what—how it meant—” He cut himself off.
Pushing myself up onto my elbows, I smiled. “I don’t know what I’ll do when you’re gone. Who could do that for me?”
A strange, almost angry light sparked in his eyes, and his jaw clenched. Then it disappeared and he smiled. “You’re stuck with me a few days more.”
I blinked in surprise. “I am? I thought—” My eyes fell to the book beside me.
“Ah.” He chuckled almost nervously, rubbing his nape. His wings hitched tightly behind his neck. “Well, I should probably stay a little longer. To make sure there’s nothing left to learn.”
Confusion prickled across my mind. “I…is there anything left to learn?”
“We’ll see.” He stepped backward, and the bulge in his trousers was impossible to miss.
Giddy curiosity and genuine desire spiked. After peering over my shoulder to confirm the library door was out of eyeline, I reached for him. “Can I take care of you?”
His cheeks darkened, at the tips of his ears turned pink. “Oh, ah, um. No. You—you don’t need to?—”
I speared him with a look. “But would you like it? Because I would.”
Castiel relented, shoulders relaxing. “Very well.” He let me undo his belt buckle, unbutton the rest of his trousers.
With a breath I slipped my hand inside, smiling up at him when I found the hot, steel length of him. “Oh, my.”
His lips twitched as he threaded his fingers through my hair—which apparently had fallen during my moments of passion, and he talked me through it. “That’s it, take me in your hand.” He bit his lip, nearly wincing. “Skies, do that again. Yes, stroke it. A little harder. There.”
Warm wetness trickled down my fingers. Intrigued, I brushed my thumb over the crown of his cock.
He hissed with pleasure, his wings relaxing so much his primaries brushed the carpet. “Skies, Lilith.”
I stroked him, relishing the look of him going taut, then relaxing, then taut again while chasing his pleasure. Pleasure I was giving him. Inspiration struck me, and I reached behind him with my free hand and slipped under his arm, under his wing, and trailed my fingertips up his shoulder blades until I reached his tertiary feathers, the softest and finest of them all. Slipping my fingers back into his plumage made us both gasp.
He shuddered. “Your hand. It’s…it’s—” Castiel convulsed, and hot fluid spilled down my fingers.
I gave him a few more pumps, making sure I’d wrung as much pleasure out of the experience as I could for him, then withdrew my hand. Glistening seed clung to my spread fingers.
Castiel hastily pulled a handkerchief from the pocket of his trousers and wiped my hands, his cheeks still dark.
I smiled at the care he was giving me. I didn’t need it. But it was lovely, for once, to be the one receiving care.
When he’d tucked the handkerchief away, he leaned in and kissed my forehead. “Skies, you’re perfect.”
My heart skipped a beat at those words. I was falling in love with a seraph. Who wanted to go home. What am I going to do?
