“Edward, give me your shirt,” Gwen demanded before Edward could press for more answers. “I need something to bandage Dom’s arms with.”
Edward glared at her. “Why does it have to bemine? This is a Hermès shirt. Do you know how much this cost? It’s too good to be used as a rag. Why can’t you use Drew’s instead?”
Zach leaned towards him and growled. “You’re not getting to see Drew half naked in any lifetime, so give her your damn shirt.”
Edward jumped back in fright, ripping off his dripping shirt and flinging it at Gwen. As she tore it into long strips and began to wrap Dom’s arms, Kensington and Simon approached. “That was a nice piece of magic,” Kensington complimented Drew.
“Thanks,” he said with a blush.
“Why don’t you and Zach head home,” he offered. “Simon and I will take care of the cleanup here. Go and have a well-earned break. You deserve it.”
“Are you sure? Isn’t explaining all this going to be an absolute clusterfuck?” He gestured around at the destruction and the groups of terrified students who were beginning to emerge from their hiding spots.
Kensington smiled. “I’m positive. This sort of thing actually falls under my job description. Take the rest of the day, but if you’re free tomorrow, come to the Collective. I’ve found something that might interest you.”
Drew nodded. “Okay. I’m not going to argue with you since I’m dead on my feet. We’ll come see you tomorrow.” He looked over at Dom and Gwen. “You’ll take care of my friends?”
“I will,” Kensington promised.
Drew managed a smile. “Thanks. Edward, though . . . do what you want with him. I don’t particularly care.”
Kensington chuckled. “Oh, we’ll be having a little debrief, and let’s just say we might stray into other areas during that conversation.”
“What?” Edward squawked. “What are you going to do to me? I’m a victim here! You can’t treat me like this. I have rights!”
Ignoring Edward, they waved at Dom and Gwen, then Zach took his hand and they began to walk away, steps heavy with exhaustion. “Bed sounds good right now,” Drew said with a yawn.
“Yes it does,” Zach said. “Let’s get back to your place as quickly as we can.”
“I think you meanourplace,” Drew corrected him.
Zach paused, then leaned over to kiss Drew on the cheek. “Let’s gohome.”
And as they walked, Drew felt the heavy weight of a wing fall across his shoulders.
A New Start
Zach snaked a feather-light touch down Drew’s spine with a wingtip, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Drew shivered and dipped his head to capture Zach’s lips in another kiss, his tongue brushing lightly over Zach’s. “Feels so good,” he murmured.
They had stumbled home and into the shower before falling into bed, utterly exhausted, and had napped for a solid five hours, both needing the rest. But they were both wide awake now.
Zach smiled up at him. “I like making you feel good, Drew. Just wait until I show you how else I can use them.”
Drew cocked a brow. “Really?” he asked, sounding half sceptical, half curious.
Zach’s smile morphed into a wolfish grin and he flipped them so Drew was on his back, spread out below him. “Oh, sweetness, you havenoidea.” He leaned back, giving himself room to work, and then trailed both his wings from Drew’s feet all the way up over his body, being sure to brush against his heavily leaking cock as he passed it by. Drew gasped and Zach drank it in, loving every whimper and moan that he wrung out of his lover.
He couldn’t believe Drew had actually managed to free him, that he’d broken the chains the gem had him locked in. The weight of the wings on his back was comforting, though his shoulders burned a little from using muscles he hadn’t exercised in years. It would take time to rebuild his strength before he could fly, but he could picture it now . . . soaring above the city, Drew in his arms, showing him what the world looked like from above. There would be time for that later. They had the rest of their lives together now, and so there was no rush. No, for now he would take his time, lay claim to Drew and have their own private celebration of the battle they’d won that morning.
His feathers brushed over Drew’s cheek, caressing the deep scratch that marred his skin, a souvenir of the fight. It was the only injury Drew had sustained, a testament to his strength and power, of how easily he had destroyed all in his path. Zach had once thought he knew what real power was, but everything he’d ever experienced was nothing in comparison to the magic Drew could wield. It didn’t frighten him, though, he wasn’t wary or worried. Drew had shown how far he would go to protect Zach, and Zach knew Drew would never use his power against him. This was the first time in his very long life he’d been with someone stronger than himself, but it didn’t bother him. It made him feel safe and cherished.
And yet, Drew was still innocent in so many ways. Zach could still teach him, guide him, and explore everything they wanted to do together. This was just one of those things.
He dragged his right wing back down Drew’s body, and then flexed and curled the feather around Drew’s cock, forming a warm, tight, silky channel. Drew gasped and his hips bucked as Zach stroked him, watching Drew’s face closely to make sure he was on board.
“Fuck, Zach,” Drew swore, his eyes rolling back in his head.
“You like this? Does it feel good, sweetness?”
