Page 6 of Deviled Eggs (One Handed Holidays: Crossed Swords Edition #4)

Xalreth

Half an hour later, I don’t know which of us is more furious. I shove through the mall’s exterior door into the cool evening, not sparing a glance behind me to see if Micah follows. I’m so angry my hands tremble at my sides. Just hours ago, we had a moment, and I admitted to him that I’m obsessed with his neck. His pretty, long neck, with its defined Adam’s apple and suckable skin.

And now?

Now I’m aching to wrap my hands around it for a very different reason. One that includes blue lips and asphyxiation, and ends with the disposal of a body.

Archangels can’t be killed? Bet, motherfucker. Watch me.

Security guards rushed into the store only moments after the woman ran off, responding to a silent alarm she triggered before fleeing. It would’ve been a fantastic time to teleport home, but no.

Oh, no.

Because Micah knows best—because Micah won’t fucking listen to anyone but himself—we did not, in fact, go home. He insisted we were too exposed and couldn’t afford to take the risk. So instead of leaving like normal, rational beings would, he allowed us to be humiliated.

“Any time something strange happens, they always blame it on aliens,” he muttered as we were cuffed and led back through those smelly hallways by pudgy men half our size. “And if enough of them believe in those, we’ll have to create more positions to manage the rumors.”

“ That is what you’re worried about right now? More of your asinine positions? For the love of God, just shut the fuck up before I come over there. Because if I get my hands on you right now, I’m gonna shake you up like a champagne bottle and then pop your fucking cork!” My temper earned me more rough handling by the man leading me away, and if I wasn’t so angry, it would’ve made me laugh. The guards were blissfully unaware I could easily rip out of their bindings and end their pathetic lives.

Humans.

Such a weak species.

We were taken into a tiny, windowless room and had to listen to the officers drone on and on about how we are predators. It was a statement that both of us smiled at, puffing out our chests in pride until we understood the context of the conversation.

“You would dare accuse me of such atrocities?” Micah roared, the purple light behind his eyes flaring through his glamour. “I am an Angel!”

“Of course you are, buddy,” the graying man had snorted, “and I guard the pearly gates on the weekends for extra cash.” It was what finally broke Micah’s patience. A potent blast of his angelic magic coated every human in the room, wiping the officers’ memories and removing the cuffs from our wrists. He left a kernel of a falsehood in their minds in case the woman from the chocolate shop wanted an update. If asked, they will only remember sending us to the police department for further investigation.

“Well, that was fun,” I deadpan as we step out into the setting sun. “Such a grand idea you had. A real fucking winner.”

“You can stop,” he snaps as we walk into an alley between buildings. Shadowy and secluded, it’s the perfect place to teleport away from this mess.

“No, no, by all means, you deserve to hear this. The fucking crown prince of the Heavens, the untouchable Micah, and this was your best idea. There’s no way you took even a few minutes to consider how this would go.”

“That is enough!” he roars, and whirls to shove me. My back thuds against the wall as he grabs my shirt, balling the material in his fist while his teeth are bared like a wild animal.

“Oh, no… it’s not enough. It isn’t nearly enough. I could sit here and complain all night—”

“And I’m sure you will,” he interrupts, but I talk over him.

“—and it still wouldn’t give me ample time to communicate just how much of a shitshow this entire thing is. My God, this is pathetic.”

“You know what, Xalreth? If you’re so unhappy, you can always go back to Drekoth.” His fists clench in the material of my shirt, and the coarse texture grates at my nerves. It makes me want to rip it off, but I won’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me lose my temper.

“Maybe I will.”

“Great,” he growls, and I don’t think he realizes what he’s done as he yanks me closer. His glamour flickers as his angelic features try to emerge—purple flashes in his eyes and his skin pales. “Return to managing his sex life if that’s the limit of your talents. Do what you do best, then, and tuck tail while you run.” A mean smirk crosses his lips as he leans in. “I hear you had to clean up his ‘ accidents’ when he couldn’t even make it inside his partner. Seems fitting.”

“Oh, you’re one to talk, aren’t you?” I snap, and shame burns on his cheeks as he shoves me again, his lips pulled back in a snarl. “Didn’t last long enough to take your pants off, did you?” The storm in his eyes is dulled by the embarrassed flush burning on his face. When he doesn’t respond, one side of my lips ticks up in a smirk as my gaze falls to his neck, watching as his vein pounds.

“Have you been screaming my name into your pillow since that day? Left your clothes on as you fucked your bed, just so you could be reminded of what it felt like as you came all over yourself? How many pairs of pants did you defile in your desperation?”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” he grits out, and I blow out an irritated laugh and lean closer, ghosting my lips over the pulse point in his neck.

“You wanted to touch, didn’t you? Desperate to touch yourself, but you remembered I told you not to. Have you had to excuse yourself from a meeting because you got hard thinking about how I called you my good boy? Had to bite into your hand in the bathroom to keep your slutty moans from slipping free?” My mouth lands on his neck, and he lifts his chin with a groan as I lick over his skin. His vein pulses beneath my tongue as I lap at his throat, closing my lips around him and giving a gentle suck.

I kiss my way up to his ear, and my voice is huskier than before when I speak again. “How many times a day do you have to fight not to lose control?”

His forearm slams onto the wall as he pulls back to hover over me, his hair curtaining us both. “What’s wrong, Micah?” I mutter, reaching between us and tiptoeing my fingers up his chest until I’m tracing over the soft flesh of his separated lips. “Cat got your tongue?”

“Covenant,” he whispers, and I lift my brow in question. His tongue slips between his lips twice before he swallows. “My safe word. It’s Covenant.”

A surprised inhale fills my lungs as a wild, fluttering exhilaration builds in my stomach. “So you have lost control, then?”

“Every fucking hour of the day,” he murmurs, his gaze dancing around my face and landing on my mouth as his tongue darts out again. “You’re making me crazy.”

I nod, giving him the smallest concession as his breath blows over my skin. “We’re doing this, then?”

“I don’t know what we’re doing,” he admits as those purple eyes land on mine, vulnerable in a way I’ve never seen from him. “But I want more. Need more. I can’t fucking concentrate because I can’t stop thinking about you . ”

“Mmm… you want to be good for me?” He releases a quiet moan as his eyes close and his hips shift against me. “Maybe you deserve a reward, after all.”

He gasps as I spin us, his head and shoulders thunking against the wall as I grip his pants and jerk his body flush against mine. “That’s it, angel. Let me see what’s been happening inside your mind. Show me how much you want it.” His hips roll, the motion fluid as water as he grinds against me. I grab the hem of his sweater and push it higher, watching the mesmerizing flex of his abs as he moves. The muscles tighten and tense, dancing under his skin in a way that makes me want to feel them under my tongue.

“So pretty.” I shove his waistband down by a few inches, exposing the thick root of his cock as his moan slips loose. The needy noise echoes in this shadowed space, bouncing between the walls, and only gets louder as my hand slides down the front of his pants.

He shoves the heel of his palm into his mouth to muffle his cries as I wrap my fingers around his cock. Micah’s a big guy, right? Makes sense his dick would be big, too. But holy fucking shit, I was not prepared for the angelic anaconda tucked into his pants. He’s long and thick, and my mouth waters as I slide my hand along his length. When I reach the head, there’s a dampness that spreads to my skin.

“Fucking hell, Micah, you’d tear someone in half with this. Let me guess… you normally do the fucking? I bet you’re always a top, aren’t you?”

Another desperate moan is muffled by his palm as he nods frantically, and I release a dark chuckle. “You know that’s not how it works with me, right?” He nods again, then whines as I pull my hand away. His gaze is glassy and unfocused—fucking intoxicated— and he tracks me as I lean close and put my mouth against his ear.

“Has anyone ever fucked you, angel?” I pop his button and undo his zipper, and his head thrashes back and forth as I work his pants around his thighs. “Have you been saving that hole for me?”

“Y-yeah,” he whimpers, and I chuckle as I drag my lips along his jaw.

“Good… that’s really good,” I say with a final nip to his chin, loving the way he moans louder as I sink to my knees. I grasp him at the base, marveling at what might be the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. A sudden flare of jealousy hits at the thought of someone else feeling it inside them. The ugly sensation coils in my stomach, picturing some other anonymous man on their knees for him, choking on what belongs to me.

Another pitiful sound leaves him as I squeeze harder and snarl up at him. “This is mine now. Do you understand?” He nods again, his normally perfect hair disheveled as he watches me. “It’s mine, and I’m the only one allowed to look at it. Next time I see it, I want it locked away so no one else can lay their filthy eyes on it.”

His eyes grow wide, and I raise a brow in challenge. “That’s right, pretty boy. This beautiful giant cock needs to be caged, so you won’t be tempted to fuck someone other than me.”

“I won’t fuck anyone else, I swear,” he murmurs, but I shake my head as I give him a long stroke. He huffs a soft moan as his head falls back against the wall.

“Of course you won’t, because after you’re caged, you’ll give me the key. I’ll be the only one who can unlock you. No one else gets to look at you, touch you… fuck, no one else is allowed to even think about you. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” he whimpers, and I press a kiss to the tip of his cock as he shivers.

“Alright, sweet thing. Tell me what you’re going to do.”

“I-I’m going to… put myself in a cage for you.”

“Good boy,” I purr as I take the head in my mouth and give a gentle suck, and his hands claw at the brick behind us as he jerks forward. “And why are you doing that?”

He opens his mouth, those stunning purple eyes unfocused as he gives the tiniest shake to his head. “I…”

“Because it’s my cock.” There’s a warning in my tone as he meets my gaze, nodding again.

“Because it’s your cock, Xalreth.”

“That’s right, angel, it’s mine. And I decide when this cock comes out to play, not you.” My lips wrap around him and his hand slaps against his mouth, his head falling onto the wall as he muffles his moans. I take my time, sliding my mouth with deliberate, sloppy passes as my palms rest on his thighs. He’s so big, only half of him fits in my mouth, and I have to be extra careful of my teeth.

His muscles tremble and tense under my hands, and his hips spasm as he tries to hold himself still. A strand of spit webs between us as I pull away. “God, you’re already about to come, aren’t you?”

“I’m… I’m sorry, I…” His words are lost in his whine as I flick my tongue over his slit.

“Have you always been this easy, Micah? So eager to spill yourself the first time someone touches you?”

“No, it’s just… just you that does this to me. Why do you make me feel like this?” The last part comes out as a whisper, and it causes something to squeeze inside my chest. Something burning and wild that’s desperate to grow, but I choke it down and force it to stay contained inside the bars of my heart.

Instead, I focus on what’s in front of me, letting my eyes roam up his beautiful body. “Spread your legs.” I give his muscular thigh a tap, and he fights the pants around his knees as he strains to open wider. My fingers dip into my mouth, slicked with spit as I pull them out and guide them between his legs. Another pitiful whimper rolls from Micah’s throat as I draw the head of his cock in my mouth and trace my wet finger against his entrance.

Even with me being the one on my knees, he’s completely submissive. He leans against the wall as he claws at the blocks, his body trembling while he tries to hold still. Wide, rapt eyes follow my every movement as I press my fingertip against his hole.

My tongue circles over his head, clearing away the beads of pre-cum that have formed as I find how tight he is. He’s desperate as he whispers my name, his hips giving the tiniest thrust as he loses control. I rub a slow circle around his rim, pressing my finger against it as I take more of his cock.

“Oh, God, you’re going to make me come,” he groans as I draw my cheeks in and suck. He presses the back of his head into the wall as his spine arcs, his shimmering white hair tumbling against the blocks as his lips separate in the most beautiful moan.

My finger slips into his tight hole, and it’s all he can handle. He calls out before he clamps his palm over his mouth, whining as the first of his cum shoots onto my tongue. He whimpers and babbles nonsense as he bites into his hand, his cock jerking against my lips as more cum slides down my throat. I thrust in and out of his pulsing hole, and I realize I’m moaning along with him as he fucks himself on my finger.

I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

The urge to swallow him down and keep sucking until he’s hard again is strong—to keep him here all night and force him to come until there’s nothing left inside him.

But it isn’t the time or place for that.

Soon, a little voice inside me promises.

The ring of my lips glides along his length until he hisses and tries to pull away. When I release him, he sags in relief against the wall with a content sigh. My mouth is full of him and my cock is straining under my pants as I climb to my feet.

His eyes are hooded as they land on mine, and he reaches out to brush his knuckles over my cheekbone. The touch is so intimate it causes my heart to leap inside my chest. He licks his lips as I grip his neck and guide him to his knees.

He falls, willingly.

Stares up at me and waits.

My thumb tugs on his chin until his lips part, and I lean closer as my mouth opens. Spit and cum slide from my tongue into his waiting mouth, a few creamy droplets dotting his face and wetting his lips. I swipe up a stray drop and offer it to him, humming my approval as he licks it from my thumb.

“Hands behind your back and don’t move.” There isn’t a moment’s hesitation as he obeys, and I groan at the sight of him.

Wrecked on his knees, just for me.

“Open for me, angel.” I take a moment to trace the shape of his lips before I undo my pants and pull my cock out, guiding it to his waiting mouth. “Do you want to be used, Micah?”

“Please?” he whispers, looking like a goddamned dream as he begs, peppered in cum. Bulging muscles with millennia of strength… untapped power that could wipe me from existence if he chose. But instead, he kneels there, docile as he waits for whatever I’m willing to give him.

He waits and obeys.

“You are exquisite. Do you know that?” I murmur as I drag my thumb over his lip, hooking his teeth and tugging. “Open wider, angel.” When I’m sure his jaw aches and I’m satisfied with his effort, I slide my cock between his lips. A low groan tumbles from my throat as I slam my palm against the wall, pitching forward as my other hand weaves into his hair. The sight of my cock disappearing into those plump lips almost sends me over the edge.

I push further until I bump the back of his throat, and he constricts around me as he coughs. The soft scrape of my nails against his scalp makes him shiver as I soothe him. “You can take it. Relax and let me in.” He whimpers, and I give him a minute to settle, playing with his hair as I wait. Once he stops gagging, I work myself deeper until his nose is pressed into my groin.

“Look at how good you are.” I tug on his hair, forcing his watery eyes to mine. “How good you take me. Are you ready for more?” He gives a jerky nod, and I don’t waste any time. His eyes widen as I thrust forward, spit exploding from the corners of his mouth as he coughs.

“ Fuck, that’s amazing,” I grunt as I move faster, building a rhythm that joins his chorus of choking and gagging. Tears fall in earnest now, coursing rivers down the sharp, beautiful angles of his face. Everything is slick and sloppy as saliva flows down his chin and drips onto his shirt, a wet spot spreading across the material.

He’s a statue, perfectly immobile and obedient as my hips move faster, the only sounds the smacking, wet friction of skin on skin and his muffled gags. My head tilts towards the sky as tension coils deep inside my gut, swirling and fighting to break free. It’s a divine torment as chaotic pressure boils under my skin, begging me to let go.

And as much as I’d love to hold on, I’m desperate to fly.

The sound of his muffled moan severs the last of my willpower, and my release crashes through my body. My hips lock and my grip tightens in his hair to the point it must be painful, and I call out in a throaty shout. Pure electric pleasure explodes through my veins, all the way to my toes as relief crests in dizzying waves.

I withdraw just enough to watch the pulses of my cock as I spill into his mouth, and his eyes roll up into his head as his hips jerk forward. “Swallow all of it, angel,” I murmur as I push his hair from his face, watching the bob of his throat. My thumb swipes over his Adam’s apple as it dips, and I grunt softly at the rapid thump of his pulse. He licks and sucks until I heave a content sigh and pull back.

Micah’s cheeks are flushed deep red and his lips are swollen and slick, spit still dripping down his chin. His cock rests against his thigh and a thick stream of white rolls down his bare leg, pooling where the fabric of his pants binds them together at his knees. “Did you come again?”

“Yeah,” he admits shyly, and my dick gives a rebound flex at the rasp of his voice.

I did that to him.

Me.

“You are goddamned perfect, aren’t you? So ready to get on your knees until you’re ruined.” He nods, looking pleased as I reach down and help him to his feet. “Only for me, though. No one else gets to see you like this anymore. Do you understand?”

“Yeah, I do,” he whispers, and his gaze locks on mine as something inside me cracks open and lets him in. He feels it, too.

I can read it in his eyes.

Heavy-lidded, he rests a palm on my cheek and swoops down to kiss me. And in that split second, I realize how much I want him to. Desperately .

But that’s not what this is, and it’s something I can’t allow.

Panicked, I twist my head so his kiss lands near my ear, and I hear his disappointed whine. That grip tightens in my chest, vise-like and constricting further at the sound. I take a deep breath as I try to sort through my minefield of thoughts, forcing a smirk onto my lips.

“Don’t pout, angel.” I turn to face him, silently trying to figure out why my heart feels like it’s splitting in half. He watches me with wary eyes as I help him right his clothing. I pull his pants up and fasten them, and I keep my grip on his shirt once he’s presentable again. “Now, do you remember what I told you to do?”

“Yeah,” he whispers, though his defenses are back in place and I can see that he wants to run.

“Good.” I absently smooth his sweater, letting my hands rub across his defined chest. “There’s something we need to add to my instructions.”

“Oh,” he says, sounding surprised and equally hesitant. “What, uh… what do you want me to do?”

My fingers drag along his face, wiping away the last remnants of the mess that coats his shimmering skin. It hits me that our glamour has faded.

I wonder at what point the real us emerged.

“You need to work that tight hole open every night, and I want you in a bigger plug every day.”

“You want me caged and plugged?” he asks, a fraction of his attitude returning. Somehow, he seamlessly reverts to indignant and haughty after he just came hands free from me fucking his mouth.

“That’s right,” I purr, fisting his sweater and pulling him closer. My lips ghost across his jawline before giving him a gentle bite that makes him gasp. “Next time I see you, I want you ready for me.”