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#HavenCroft PT 3 with @RavagingTeeth

Luc:

The sun had moved across the sky while we had been inside, the afternoon rays breaking through the leaves and branches, shadows dancing on the ground below. The car was exactly where we left it on the drive. I grinned as we walked back to it, hand in hand.

“The cottage isn't far.” I opened the door for you to get in, and as I did, my eyes scanned the surrounding area. Finding nothing. I shook my head and closed the door. The car journey took us through some of the land of HavenCroft; the forest thinned in places. Fields replacing the forest spread out as far as the eye could see. Cottages sporadically popped up. One cottage caught my eye. Beautiful rustic wooden porch, logs piled outside for the open fire inside. Two chairs, woolen blankets covering them, they'd begun to look worn. Shutters closed up tight, door firmly closed, keeping the ghosts of the past inside.

“We are nearly there.” I smiled. Laine had given us one of the guest cottages; I knew it would be the one where we would be able to hear the creek every morning. I chuckled to myself; it was one of my favourite cottages. I pushed aside any other thoughts and took the small natural driveway through the trees.

The forest thickness surrounded the cottage, the first sound that greeted me when I opened my door, the creek rolling along, the current causing small splashes against the rocks on its journey. The door was open as Laine had promised; the smell of the freshly cut logs filled the small clearing. I walked around the car and opened the door for you.

“Welcome to one of the cottages....” I grinned widely and held out my hand. I tugged your arm a little and walked towards the cottage.

The cottage welcomed us; its opened door, fire burning, coffee sat ready to brew. I knew without looking, the cupboards and fridge would be stocked. All the shutters on the windows open, allowing the sunlight that had fought its way through the branches of the trees to light up the room.

Wings:

*The sun seemed to follow us through the breaks and leaf covered branches as we traveled along to the cottage we'd be staying in. The afternoon had warmed nicely and the sun held the promise of the spring days ahead for us. The road worn through the grass of the forest bed, years of travelers had made the natural path for us to follow. We passed a few cottages, all tucked in their own little nook of the forest, each one quaint and something you'd see out of a Disney movie. But I doubted any princesses or their seven little companions lived here.

I looked over at you when you said we were close to the one we were heading to, some of that filtered seeming to kiss along the outline of your face, somehow softening your features. For that moment in time, you could have passed as angelic. I smirked at the thought. You were no more of an angel than I was. I mean yes, technically I was one, wings and all, but there was nothing special about me. I liked it that way. Living amongst humans and pretending to be normal. Ironic how most people just want to stand out from the crowd and here I am, a celestial being that has done everything he can to fit in.

My smile brightened as I could hear the water before you had even parked. Laine must have picked this one just for you. As you made your way around the car to open my door, I couldn't help the grin that claimed my lips. Even though we were on your family's land, I felt like this little slice of heaven was just ours and right now, nothing else existed for the moment.

With my hand taken by yours, we headed inside and it was as if even the air around us welcomed us in. I think it was Laine. She did such a lovely job making sure everything was ready for you, for us that it really spoke for itself. Hell even down to a fire burning in the hearth.*

Damn. That Laine has some style. This is really something else. *I smiled warmly over at you, giving your hand a squeeze. It was the most at ease I'd been since we got here.*

Luc:

I laughed as I felt your hand squeeze mine. “She should have style; the girl has drooled over fashion and interior design magazines for as long as I can remember.” I pulled you into my arms and hugged you tightly. Guessing you needed it after meeting Gauge and Laine for the first time. I brushed my lips against your cheek and whispered. “I’ll make us coffee.” Unwinding my arms, I kissed your lips softly and walked across the open-plan room. The coffee maker was ready to go, so I hit the button. “Have a look around at where we will be staying; it won't be long.” I grinned as I opened the cupboards and the fridge. I growled at the sight that greeted me; that girl knew me so well. There wasn't any space on the shelves. I began collecting cuts of meat, my mouth watering at the smell. “You hungry?” I asked over the door. An arm full of food, I kicked the door shut, a lopsided grin on my face as I dropped my treasure on the counter. Plates they took a few seconds to find. Then as the last drop of water filtered through the coffee into the pot, I began to fill us plates.

I placed the plates and filled coffee mugs on the table and went and collected the pot before I sat down. I held out a hand and took yours in mine.

“How are you feeling?” I knew I didn't have to ask in-depth questions; that wasn't us; our shorthand, which was now pretty good, meant we could cut to the chase. My freehand began collecting food to shovel in my mouth.

Wings:

*My grin broadens, hands caressing over your back as you pull me into your arms. My fingers traced along shoulder blades as they flexed right beneath your shirt. Muscles moving and shifting to the touch of my fingertips. My eyes close at the kiss to my cheek, the mention of coffee making me hum with delight.*

That sounds good. I'll have a look around.

*Another hum slips from my lips, this time against yours as you kiss them. My hands unwound from you, palm skimming down your chest and stomach as we both pull away.

I found my way around just fine, the cottage was simple yet lovely in every damn way. Perfect. The structure was sitting back in the woods with not another one in sight. The only living thing around us would be the sound of the creek running behind us, around us. I heard you out in the kitchen, gathering food and excitement building at all you'd found. The bedroom was cozy and I couldn't wait to curl up next to you later on.

My smile greeted you as I came back out to join you in the kitchen, the smell of coffee filling my senses.*

I could eat a nibble or two. *Your hand was in mine before I finished answering, another question posed. I watched as you sat, starting to feed that pretty mouth of yours. I waited until you'd swallowed about your third bite before I leaned in and kissed your lips.*

I'm feeling better now..*I smirked against your lips before kissing you again, then sitting back in my chair to let you eat.*

Luc:

I stopped chewing mid chew and, thought about that, swallowed. No more chewing needed. “Now?” I gulped coffee and thought about that. I knew nerves coming here, to some extent, would be a thing coming here but perhaps my excitement at being had made me forget what it was like to meet new people, to meet wolves. The look on my face softened, and I smiled.

“I'm sorry, Wings.” I looked down at our interwoven fingers. “I think I got caught up being back here.....” I slipped my fingers from yours, grabbed my coffee, walked to the door and opened it. The small driveway, if you could call it that, is the only thing human spoilage besides the cabin. I leaned on the doorway, looking out, the familiar home scent filling my lungs.

“This was the first place I ever called home and meant it; Gauge’s Dad was the first person to show me what it meant to have a family. I forget how daunting it can be.” I chuckled. “I wanted to bring you here; I should have been more thoughtful.”

I turned back around and looked at you, smiling again. “I will try and not get caught up, at least the tail that shakes you'll benefit from it later.” I laughed loudly as I walked back to the table, leaving the door wide open, allowing the breeze to wind its way through the door and across the room to us, around the furniture and disperse into the air.

“Do you like it here?”

Wings:

*I frowned as your hand slipped free from mine, but more so about the apology. I sat quietly and listened to everything you had to say. How this was your first home, a real family found here. I already knew these things but still felt a sense of gratefulness that you found that here. I could relate to that, having had that short time with my mom. Which was the first time I ever felt home with a person until I'd met you. I heard your comment about not getting caught up, I smiled back at you as you turned around, but shook my head.*

That's definitely not necessary. The apology or you feeling like you weren't thoughtful. I'm here at the place you call home, with the people you call family because you are thoughtful.

*I ran my hand up over your back as you walked over to the table, my blue eyes looking up to meet yours.* You get caught up all you want. Your heart is so happy here, Luc.

*I stood and slipped my arms around your middle, grinning.* for your information, when I said now, I meant it in a cheeky way as in your kiss makes everything better. I meant nothing else by it, handsome.

*Speaking of kiss, I couldn't help but press a few to your lips, still grinning*

And yes, I do like it here. Just because I have some nerves doesn't mean a thing. I liked this place before we even got here because it's a part of you.

Luc:

I returned the brief kisses, lips brushing against each other and smiled at you as you said you liked this place. Arms wrapped you tightly against me.

“Do you want to see the creek? Take a walk?” I wanted you to be familiar with the surroundings and know your way around in case you wanted to go for a walk yourself at any time. I kissed you again and pulled you in even closer. As I pulled away, I took your hand.

We walked around the back of the cottage; we didn't close the door. Perhaps this was where I’d gotten the habit from. With our fingers tightly entwined, we strolled through the trees, the sounds of the birds slowly disappearing the nearer we got to the creek until the sound of the water completely drowned them out.

The creek wound its way through the land; from afar, there was a small wooden rickety bridge that had been up forever. Laine had played on it when she was smaller, but now, like everyone else, she rarely went near it. I’d have to take you to see it, I thought to myself. The water glistened in the afternoon sun. The smile I had on my face refused to move, which I was okay with. I looked myself down and pulled you into me, and flopped us both backwards, making sure your head was on my chest.

Wings:

*We made our way out, leaving the cottage and heading back into the woods. Your hand held mine and you led the way, peering over at you intermittently, I'd catch that smile that seemed to outshine the sun. In turn it made my smile grow exponentially just for you. Everything seemed to fade into the background as we drew closer to the water until the flow of it was all that surrounded us.

I chuckled as we both found ourselves laying out on the soft grass, my head landing on your chest by your design. My arm drapes across your middle, rubbing my cheek against your chest. I could feel the warmth of your skin through the fabric, your scent softly invading my senses. I wondered if this was where you spent a lot of your time when you grew up here. It would explain the land you now live on. My hand gently runs over your stomach and then up over your chest as my head tilts to look up at you.*

Do you miss being here with your family?

*The question punctuated by a soft kiss to your jaw, a low hum leaving my lips.*

Luc:

The sun-kissed my face as you got yourself comfortable; a smile pulled at my lips. Then your lips began to kiss my jaw, and my smile spread. I laid silent for a moment; pictures of my departure from my home played out on my eyelids. The resignation in Gauge's face stood behind his desk. How my heart had twisted in my chest at the thought, I winced a little, remembering the pain. A pain I had caused myself. Did this make it worse? Perhaps.

“Yes, I miss being home.” I couldn't lie. There were days, even after all this time, the pain of not being here was hard. Times I would go out onto the plateau on my land; the wolf would howl to the moon, and the pain would ease hearing back across the miles a lone howl. Laine. I had no clue how that girl knew, but she always did. The sound of home, just for that second, was enough to ease the pain.

“Do you remember your childhood Wings? Do Angels have childhoods?”

Wings:

*I hugged your middle a little tighter when you said yes. I had no home in the structure sense, I only felt that concept of home when I was with you. I couldn't ignore the sadness in your tone. I immediately felt bad for asking. I laid my head back down on your chest and wondered if you wanted to be back here, to live here again. What if you'd never left HavenCroft? Would we have even met? Shit. Now I am sad.

I closed my eyes and let the sounds of the flowing water soothe away that last thought because after all, it didn't matter. I am yours and you are mine.

I heard your questions and the chill that ran up my spine made my body stiffen against yours. Not the best of memories sprung to mind.*

Yes, I had a childhood. As soon as I could walk I was training with the other Angels. Where every other day they were trying to kill me. It only took a year for me to get this age so they had to move fast. Something about being a half human and angel excellerates the growing process. But once I could properly defend myself, they stopped and decided to ground me so to speak, down here on earth.

Luc:

My childhood hadn't been the most wonderful of upbringing's; my brothers and parents had made my life hell, but those memories were so distant now that they could have been someone else. My childhood had been nothing like yours; my arm tightened around you; since I’d been here, I’d known only happiness. Gauge's father had opened his house and family to me. Taught me everything I knew. Kept me in a cage at times, but that's splitting hairs; I chuckled. Now though, I could admit without him and Gauge helping me to tame my temper and my wolf, I would be dead now.

“They had no right to do that to you, Wings; it isn't your fault you're who you are. I'm sorry you had to go through that.”

Wings:

*I felt your arm tighten around me and it made me smile, breaking the haze I was in to look up at you with a soft smile.*

It's okay, I took a couple of them out before I left Heaven. *I chuckled and pressed a kiss to your lips, a hand raising to brush some wayward curls from in front of your eyes.*

They thought I was the end of everything, turns out I'm the key for their fucking survival. *I brushed my nose against yours before dropping my lips to yours.* Talk about a twist, yeah?

*I smirked against your lips, tip of my tongue tracing across them before I kissed you properly. The hand that went to clear those curls before, now pushing fingers up to delve deep into them. My body shifted slightly, one leg swung over to drape across your legs, words softly spoken between kisses and tastes of your mouth.*

Maybe.. *Kisses* we can… *more kissing* have like… *still with the kissing* this cottage.. *a soft hum from the taste of your lips.* as our getaway…*A few more kisses before I pull back to speak properly.*

Maybe Gauge and Laine would like it if you came to visit more? We could come and stay and have dinners with them. *My fingers comb through those curls.* I don't have a family.. but knowing you could, that makes me happy. I want you to have your family.

Luc:

I contemplated your words as we kissed, an unrushed kiss with your fingers deep in my hair. My head was laid on my arm. “I come home when I'm needed.” I laughed. “I'm not sure Gauge could cope with us all back here now...” It had been a while; it had been part of our agreement. Things had changed around here; there were ways Gauge worked that I wasn't used to. That's what happens when you don't live here. The capsule you left behind moves on, even if in your head it didn't. A capsule locked in time. A family still how things were, when in reality, like the rest of the world had carried on living, moved on with the times. Visits where brief glimpses, an eyeblink of the reality of how things were.

“I will have a word with Gauge; the cottage we are staying in is for when people visit. My cottage....” I turned my head and looked at the other bank. “Mine is.....” I sat up quickly; a scent carried on the air, a growl rumbled in my chest, and then another scent encompassed it, overpowering it. The growl subsided straight away. “Laine, I know you're here.” The beautiful redhead appeared and walked over, her hair tamed into a plait which fell over her shoulder. A white t-shirt tucked into figure hugging jeans. A pair of LouBoutin flip-flops on her feet; painted toenails completed her look.

“I went to the cottage, should have known you wouldn't stay inside too long.” When she reached us, she sat down. Wings would learn being around wolves' boundaries wasn't something they abided by. Her recent wasn't her own, and I knew exactly why she was here. I sighed and laid back down.

“Is he back yet?” I asked.

“He won't be long.”

“Did you put the coffee pot on while you were visiting?” It was a fair question. Wings and I would want coffee.

“Of course.”

“I can always rely on you, Laine.” Her soft laughter carried on the wind.

“Always, Cian.” I laughed loudly. When Laine was young, it always sounded like she left off ‘Lu’ to my name; since she had been an adult, it was her way of being sincere. The other names she used left a little to be desired.

Wings:

*We kissed and shared a moment here by the water. Even though you didn't really seem like you wanted to come back even though you missed them, I was glad I at least suggested it. I didn't want you missing out on something if you truly wanted to do it. I was thoroughly enjoying the softness of your curls and your lips when you sat upright suddenly. And then I caught the sweet scent of her. Maybe it was her perfume or the shampoo she used. It was Laine.

I sat up as well as she came out so we could see her, I smiled warmly and gave her a wave. She looked like some fire goddess with that red hair of hers flowing over her shoulders. Goodness she was pretty.

As I sat and listened to you two go back and forth, siblings came to mind. Like a sister and a brother having a back and forth. Cian. That was cute. I looked over at you, your features softened when you spoke to Laine. It was sweet. Though it was something I'd never say aloud, I made a mental note and tucked it away.

I got to my feet and offered Laine a bright smile.*

Thank you for getting that coffee going, I think I'll go pour us some. *I said as I glanced back at you, shooting a wink your way before I headed off to do just that.*

#TBC

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rebelheartsmustbefree · 2 years

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Visiting Havencroft PT 2

Wings: *I admit I felt much better when your arm slipped around my waist. Funny how a simple gesture can mean so much, instill such security. It was warm like my smile when I looked at you. No I hadn't forgotten about what nagged at me but I knew with you, I would be okay. In your own little ways you reassured me of that.

When the lady emerged with a bounce in her step and a smile upon her lips, I greeted her with a grin of my own. As my hand went out to shake hers when she neared, I was surprised when she embraced me. After the shock, I remembered my manners and hugged her back, chuckling at all her inquiries.*

Isaac.. thank you for having me here.. yes he is quite a handful.. *And some, I thought to myself, finishing that answer in my head as I smirked over at you. Her hair smelled of sunshine and the crisp fall air. She was warm, funny and very sweet. It was endearing to be welcomed like this. It took some of my nerves back down a few notches. She moved on to greeting you, I smiled and watched you two. You'd smile over at me and it made my heart skip a little. God. I was such a smitten Angel for you.

I laughed. Of course, you'd ask about the food. She led us back along a well manicured path, your fingers slipping between mine as you held it. It was the little things. This would be okay. I'd be okay. I think I'd privately gotten in my head over this. Mulling over scenarios that may be possible upon the wolves meeting an angel. I mean I assumed I'd be the first one in their home, a first on their land. The first to be brought home to meet the family. You were important to these people and what if they saw me as some undeserving outsider. You'd marked me. Your Wolf marked me. Would this be frowned upon?

The things that ran through my mind had it cloudy with doubts. No doubts about you. More so about myself. You were everything I could have ever wanted, that thought alone pushed those clouds out of my mind, for now, giving your hand a squeeze as we entered the kitchen. Holy shit. It was huge. The focal point was the huge wooden family size table where we promptly took our seats. Our hands now on the table and still entwined by our fingers, a sense of the most exhilarating pride filled my chest.

I watched Laine work around the kitchen, getting us some coffee which I was very grateful for, thanking her once she brought it to us. I glanced over as you two exchanged the question and the answer of where Gauge was.. I hoped he'd be as welcoming as she was. I swallowed down the lump that began to develop in my throat and brought the coffee to my lips to take a sip, trying to keep the nerves from resurfacing.*

Luc:

The kitchen hadn't changed much; yes, there were new mugs which Laine must have gone out and bought, crockery changed, some added touches. As Laine had grown, the kitchen had changed over time. Being the only woman who lived at HavenCroft can't have been easy for her, and Gauge indulged her little whims to an extent. Her room, kitchen, the hallway, even some of the other bedrooms when she had gone through her interior design stage, but there had been stromps and door slamming when he had denied her free reign on his room, which was called 'pre-dating dinosaurs' and his library. No one touched anything in his library. Ever. The cottages on the property had been handed over to her, and she was told to 'go and play'. As the conversation between Wings and Laine continued, I watched her remembering the first cottage she had decorated. We hadn't been allowed near it until she had completed her 'project', a grand unveiling had happened, a ribbon-cutting and party afterwards. The beer was needed; I'd never seen so much pink in one place. In fact, I think she bought up the world's supply of any object that was pink. Three grown men, two of them wolves, walked speechless as a young, over excited woman took them from room to room explaining what she had done, not once using the words "someone vomited pink everywhere' which was a feat in itself. Two years later, the cottage had lost its pinkness.

It felt good to be here; the familiar scents of the house filled my nostrils with every breath I took, my muscles began to loosen, relaxation set in. Laine's friendly laughter filled the air as she continued to talk at Wings; I looked over at your face and saw no hesitation, the smile and laughter coming from your mouth genuine. I had witnessed the surprise on your face when the redhead had wrapped her arms around you. Laine was a wolf who read people; it wasn't a superpower; the girl just knew what it was like to be on the outside of everything, and she never wanted anyone to feel like that. It had been that like for Laine here for a while, but the excitable girl had soon worked her way into the wolves hearts. I threw in some words now and again, laughed along with you both now and again. Coffee cups were refilled, and an array of buns appeared on plates on the table; I chuckled. Laine knew me well.

As I stuffed my face, the air in the kitchen changed; if I hadn't been shoving buns in my face, I would have caught the scent earlier; Laine looked over my shoulder. I didn't need to move or look to know who it was. The air sizzled, the hairs on my arms stood up as though being called to attention.

"You can either stand there and watch me eat these or have one.......they won't last long." Amusement laced through the words as I spoke, and a fucking huge grin spread across my lips.

The Alpha had entered the room.

Gauge:

I was washing the last of the blood off my body, watching it go down the drain as the water and soap danced with it, twirling around until it ran clear. Last night I ran into some trouble. OKay if I was being honest. I went in search of it. I didn’t like being played with and that is exactly what was happening. Week after week, different fences were being cut into and random parts of crops destroyed. I decided to go old school with things and just like way back in the day, death followed.

“Fucking idiots.”

I stepped out of the shower, did a quick dry off and threw on some well worn jeans with an even more worn out shirt. It took me under sixty seconds to complete my beauty regime. That had me laughing as I left my room and descended the winding staircase, to the delicious aroma of home cooked food and the sounds of laughter. As always I knew, Laine was outdoing herself. This home would be a shell of a place, if it wasn’t for that female and every male that lived here, knew it. She helped make this place into a home.

“Damn, look at your ass, luc. Did you go and get domesticated on us?”

I came into the kitchen with a big ole smile on my face.

“It’s good to see you still enjoy stuffing your face full.”

I clapped him on the shoulder, and then turned my attention to the newcomer.

“So we can blame you for keeping him away for so long?”

I blatantly eyed the guy from head to toe and inhaled the air around him. A brow arched and I cast a questioning look between the two.

“Do I have reason to be concerned?”

Not in a million years did I think that Luc would bring anything dangerous into the heart of our family, but this being wasn't a wolf or human and I have people to protect.

Luc:

The words Gauge spoke had me choking on the food in my mouth, domesticated? I snorted. A grin was already spread across my face by the time the fingers gripped my shoulder. I looked up, and there was The Alpha; I swallowed.

"Good you dressed for the occasion..." I chuckled and leaned back in my chair, taking in the outfit; under the smell of washing gel and clean clothes lingered the smell of iron, blood to human people, but our wolf sense of smell picked out different parts of scents. I ignored it for now. "There are just some things a wolf can't stop, and feeding their stomach is one of them..." As though to drive the point home, I shoved another biscuit, whole, into my mouth and smirked.

I saw your eyes go to Wings, the arched brow; your question had me chuckling through the remnants in my mouth. A mouthful of coffee and I was ready to speak.

"No concern needed; I will fill you in on the details later; you'll be amused. Gauge, this is Isaac..." I would tell you later my nickname for him after explaining everything. "Not the reason I stay away so much.... as you damn well fucking know." I looked at Gauge; this time, my brow was cocked. "Anyway, I've brought him home; he may as well know what a set of lunatics my family is.." This gained a tea towel to my head from Laine. "Isaac, watch Laine doesn't get near your hair...." I pulled the tea towel from my head. "She likes to braid..." And with a huge motherfucking grin on my face, I turned to Gauge. "Doesn't she Gauge?..." I began to laugh as the air turned blue from both of them. Fuck, it was good to be home. After Laine had finished cursing me out, she grabbed a plate for Gauge, filled a cup with coffee for him, filled ours and her own, and she sat back down, evil looks still being thrown at me but less so now as she began to chuckle.

"So, what's been happening? Anything anyone wants to tell me?" There was an elephant in the room, more to the point a wolf but at some stage, I was sure he would turn up.

Wings: *Ever see one of those horror movies where the terrified people are out in the woods? That moment when everything gets real eerily quiet and you know shit just got real? Yeah. I just got to experience that. When the Alpha walked in. Granted I smelled his freshly washed self and the undertones of blood he tried to wash away. Still lingers. That was something we had in common. Incredible sense of smell.

I sat quietly as the males and the female bantered back and forth. Just observing. There was an unspoken respect through the jokes you were cracking at the Alphas expense. That even though you were joking, you still respected him immensely. I could understand that. Besides being the Alpha, Gauge had a presence about him that kind of demanded said respect.

It took a lot to hold back any smart ass comments when you two spoke about me, clarifying that I was not something to be concerned about. True to a certain extent I guess. But if pushed there'd be a whole world of concern on the part of anyone who dared cross the line. My own brow raises in amusement.. or more on the side of curiosity when you ask Gauge about if anyone has anything to say to you. If that wasn't blatantly vague.*

Laine can do whatever she wants to my hair. Just don't shave it, sweetheart. *I finally piped in when there was a lull in the chit chat, winking at the female before I turned and stood from my chair. Meeting Gauges eyes, I pushed my hand towards his.*

As Luc said, I'm Isaac. And I'm sure you'll be more than amused with what he has to tell you. *I chuckled, glancing back at you then back to Gauge.* It's nice to finally meet you, Gauge.

Gauge:

I turned to the newcomer, took the offered hand and shook it.

“Isaac, it’s good to have you here, and with Luc being your guide around our lands, you’ll experience it, the way it’s meant to be.”

I cast a smirk in Luc’s direction.

“Unless you're planning on frollicking through the fields like the deer. I mean I can see you doing it under the moonlight. Trying to be all romantic and shit. You can even string some of those twinkling lights in the trees. I’m sure Laine has plenty of those things.”

I heard everything that was being said around me but my main focus at this very moment was my plate of food. I sat down at the large wooden table, stuffing some bacon and sausage in my mouth and replied in between bites.

“Thank you, Laine. And Luc, what did you expect me to be wearing? A suit or some shit?”

I gave a salute with the fork in my hand to the chef and then snorted a laugh out at the thought of wearing such contraptions. It made me feel claustrophobic, just thinking about it.

“No need to fill me in later, Luc, and I can see you have some questions of your own.”

I swallowed down some fresh squeezed orange juice and then some coffee, dragging my head down my beard, removing any dropets.

“I like dealing with things head on. Clear the air, then shit can get real.”

Shrugs my shoulders as I shovel another mouthful of food in, taking my time chewing before I fill in with some more words.

“We have some randos running around through our woods that we’re having to hunt down and deal with. That’s my news. Now it’s your turn.”

I leaned back in my chair, more relaxed now, with my gut full. Lucian wasn’t wrong at all, when he spoke on our appetite. Wolves could easily eat you out of house and land.

Luc:

I caught the smirk from Gauge as he shook Isaac's hand and shook my head.

"I think we can leave the frolicking to the deer..." Then I chuckled at the thought of being romantic around the grounds of Havencroft; you had no chance. There was always someone who needed help or something that needed doing. I threw a piece of bread up in the air and opened my mouth; the bread landed perfectly inside. I listened as Gauge informed me about things going on; Laine continued to fill cups with coffee as they emptied. A growl rumbled in my chest at the thought of anyone being on our land. Noone came to Havencroft uninvited.

"Looks like I came home at just the right time" I took another mouthful of coffee, the growl subsiding, then leant back in my chair; Laine had sat back down again; I leant forward, forearms on the table.

"Isaac here..." I looked over and grinned in his direction.... "He is well different..." I laughed and stopped talking, looking back over at Laine. "When I tell you, Laine, I need you to promise not to try and put something up his arse....." My brows lifted, and an amused look came over my face. "He may enjoy that too much..."

"Fuck you, arsehole!" There was no venom in her voice. She'd called me worse, I shrugged.

"Isaac is an angel....." How do you follow that up? I ran my fingers through my dirty blonde hair. "The winged type...." Before anyone could ask anything. "I've seen them; he's flown. The wolf didn't eat him either..." I frowned a little. "He likes him.." I looked at Gauge intensely. "The fucking wolf comes out when he feels likes it; he fights me."

This had only happened to me once, and Gauge had been left to clean up most of the mess. It was the underlying reason I had come home; yes, I wanted to bring Wings home to meet everyone; he knew the pull of an Alpha to his wolves. Wings' family had been lost through no fault of his own; mine was here where it had always been. After my news, I sat back in my chair and grabbed the last bun on the plate. It looked lonely. The breeze blew through the kitchen window, the smell of flowers from the driveway carried inside, the scent of the woodland trees. My spine stiffened, a familiar musky scent just noticeable, my eyes found the inside of my coffee cup suddenly so interesting for a brief second.

"So..." I shook it off. "When do you want to go and get these motherfuckers?" I looked up, a lopsided grin on my face.

Wings:

*The mere thought of frolicking made me roll my eyes and a laugh left me as I thought of Luc being romantic. Not that he couldn't but I didn't expect that sort of thing to happen here on his family's land. And just as I had that realization, he cemented my previous thought, making me right without knowing it.*

How about not talking about things going up my ass at the table. *I laughed into my coffee cup as I took a drink before finishing my thought.* I'm sure Gauge and Laine would prefer to not hear what goes up there or not.

*I felt my cheeks betraying me, growing warmer by the second. But thankfully you'd moved on to another subject. Still about me but less bashful of a subject to share with the room. I glanced at Laine and then to you, then over to your Alpha, trying to see what their reaction may be. I felt my wings grow restless as you spoke of them, as if they were scratching and crawling beneath the surface to get out. I gave a roll of my shoulders to try and urge them to calm down. I didn't think this was a good time to just spring them out.

I smiled warmly at Laine as she refilled my cup before she sat back down, my smile then turning to you.*

So yes, wings and all kind of Angel. *I said it as if it were no big deal. It wasn't. I mostly hid myself amongst the humans and unless I wanted it, that side of me stayed hidden. The only reason it wasn't such a secret here is because they could smell the difference in me probably as soon as I entered their land.*

If you need any help with these trespassers, I'm happy to lend a wing or two. *I smirked at you, giving a wink. I knew the wolves were more than capable of handling whatever issues may occur here on their land but I still wanted to offer.*

Gauge:

I sit back listening and watching. It was good to have Luc back home and even better to have him happy. That was easy enough to see and it was also apparent to the reason for that newfound joy. Apparently it came with accessories such as wings. What really hit home about all of that bit of information, was the statement about the wolf liking him. That was imperative and helped put my mind at ease on the subject. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t concerned with Luc being so far away from his people. We were able to do things for one another, be a shield, an all around caretaker when needed and at other times, a warden. But when the distance is too much, we can offer up moral support, with little else.

“I’m impressed he didn’t try to take a bite. Sounds like your control has improved.”

I shook my head, laughing when the talk of ‘what an angel takes up his ass’ went around the table and decided to bypass that one and instead address the other topic. But not before I thanked Laine for the fresh mug of coffee and took a much needed drink.

“I’m good to go later this afternoon. I have some things to handle this morning and then we can go stalking the woods, before the feast tonight. You are more than welcome to come out with us. It’s been a while since Luc has been home and there are many new and changed things that he hasn’t borne witness to yet.”

I also caught the familiar scent wafting lightly and shrugged it off, but not before arching a brow at the barely noticed pause in Luc.

“It’s not as simple as going and getting. Things have become…political in its own way around here. Retaliation doesn’t just come in the form of blood, any longer. The stakes are higher and the games are changing. No more running off half cocked because the repercussions are paid by all, not just one.”

Luc:

The words 'good to go this afternoon' excited the wolf and me; he began itching under my skin. It had been a long time since I had run the land's forests. Home. "Are we having a feast?" I sat back in my chair, smirking like a motherfucker. "Now that's a welcome home.' Gauge continued, and as he did, I felt a rage beginning to awaken inside

"What the fuck? Political? Oh, there was a lot I had missed; when the fuck did we get involved in political shit?"

I looked at Gauge; I caught the look on Laine's face out of the corner of my eye. "It always comes in blood, Gauge. Who the fuck changed the damn rules?" I stood up, pushed the chair with my legs, and walked to the window; looking out of the kitchen window; I knew he was out there; I could smell him. I hated being away from here, this was my home, yet things changed every time I left. The wolf stretched beneath my skin, eager to be out. Sinew began to pull, muscles tightening. I inhaled deeply. My hands gripped the countertop, fingers digging into the wood. The thought of things having to change for Gauge, people were coming onto this sacred land. What the fuck was going on? I felt a hand on mine and looked to see Laine, her smile filling her face.

"Fuck off", I growled at her.

"I won't make your coffee" It's a redundant threat, but that girl knew exactly what to do, always. I huffed and turned back. Gauge sat drinking his coffee more than used to outbursts from me. Wings just looked at me, his face as at peace as always. Coffee appeared in my hand, the redhead getting comfortable at my side. I let out a sigh and glanced at Gauge. "Okay, you had better fill me in before the wolf goes on a killing spree and causes untold damage." I felt the warm hand squeeze at mine; she was a bitch. I closed my eyes, cracked my neck and concentrated on keeping the wolf inside me. Controlled. Shackled. For now.

Xavier:

I knew they were here. My wolf had followed their car from the borderline; I'd kept out of sight running just inside the woods. They'd pulled up the driveway, him and the bastard outsider he had brought with him. The wolf had bared his teeth as he touched Laine, the smile in her eyes could be seen from my hiding spot, then the outsider had touched her, a growl had ripped from him. Happy fucking families. The black wolf had crossed to another hiding place, out of the way, and hit the floor. The loud cracks of bone that echoed around the forest edge witnessed by no one, the heavy panting and groans of pain, the sounds of sinew and muscle slipping back into place answered only by the breeze, the rattle of leaves on the trees, and as I laid arse naked on the floor, whole again, I listened to the conversation going on inside the house. Standing up, I leant against the bark on the tree, smirking to myself, the breeze wrapping itself around me as though I was some hold up in its travels.

My whole body stiffened as a figure appeared in the window, my hand lifted, fingers tracing the scar on my face. I looked down at my body, scars deeply ingrained in my skin just like the ones on my back. A smirk spread across my face as I caught the flash in his eyes, the flash of anger he couldn't always control, Laine beside him in an instant. The calming force in this family. I was close enough that he could catch my scent, I chuckled silently. Then turned away, Gauge would catch it too, which might end up as well for me as I hadn't gone inside.......but perhaps.....

Wings:

*I sat back and stayed quiet as you all talked through the business of this place. With a fresh cup of coffee I stayed with my thoughts as I observed the structuring of this whole family dynamic. I could see how big of an impact Laine had. Even a blind man could see it. You and the Wolf were pacing for a fight, Gauge explaining how some things have changed since you'd been around last. I had often wondered why you didn't stay here with your family but I never asked. I always waited for you to divulge things when you were good and ready.

Your Alpha already said I could come out with you guys if I wanted to. For that I'd wait and see how you felt about it as well. When you glanced at me I smiled though your focus when back out the window. You were on edge and anyone could see that as well. I wondered if that was normal for when you came home. That animalistic urge inside you to let go and run free. I couldn't blame you. This place was just as perfect as your own land. I'd learn a lot by being here. I knew that before we even got here. But from the second we pull up to those gates, I've felt uneasy. Something I couldn't shake. It stayed at the back of my mind and simmered there. Even when you'd reassure me.

As I sip on my coffee and continue paying attention to the three of you, I was grateful your family was okay with what I was. That was a hurtle dusted and buried, a burden I didn't have to worry about anymore.*

Gauge:

A single brow rose while I watched Luc get antsy and start moving around. I didn’t bother wasting any O2 until you were done prancing around and ready to listen.

“You will do nothing. Things always change. Some things cost more than blood.”

I shook my head, standing up and walked to the window, taking up the spot you had been.

“Sorry, Luc. But you can’t be gone for ages at a time and stroll back in, running after others without knowing the ins and outs. Because you get to leave and we have to stay and deal… Feel me?”

I looked out the window and gave a salute before bringing my attention back to the kitchen.

“There are other packs that have settled all around us and some of them have made deals with the humans. Lands and lives are at stake, and out here, they are one and the same. This isn’t the good ole days where we meet in an open field and tore one another apart, the last one standing wins.”

I moved over to the sink, placing my mug there and turning towards Laine.

“Thank you, and thank you for not pouring any coffee on anyone. I’m pleasantly surprised.”

It was true, Laine’s would not think twice to dump a whole pot over your head or in your lap, if you’re sitting. I’ve been the recipient of said actions and yes, I deserved it.

“As for the meal tonight, Laine thought it would be a good idea to bring us all together for a family meal. Since there is no telling when it will happen again.”

I placed a chaste kiss on Laine’s forehead and headed to the entrance, stopping before leaving.

“If you two need anything, Ask Laine. Not me.”

Laughing, I wink at both of you and strolled out the backdoor to get some work done.

Luc:

As soon as Gauge saluted out the window, I knew. My suspicion was correct. He was out there, somewhere, watching us. I closed my eyes and inhaled, swallowing the regret that instantaneously began to creep slowly up. I shook my head, shaking free of the images starting to fill it and listened to what he had to say; for once, no quick quip about how much my sexy arse was missed around here. I watched as you kissed Laine and then left with a wink, laughing at the comment.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I replied. Silence descended for a minute, and then Laine spoke.

“Your old room in the house has been aired and cleaned....” She squeezed my hand and moved to the sink to clean up Gauges cup. “I’ve also done one of the cottages if you prefer; it's one of the spare ones....” I saw her glance sideways at me, and I nodded. I was grateful. I had a cottage here, it hadn't been lived in for a while, but I knew Gauge and Laine kept it for me. I ran my hand down Laine’s back and looked over at Wings.

“Do you want to listen to Gauge shake the walls all night with his snoring?....” Bubbles flew my way, and I laughed. “You know it's true....” I threw at Laine. “Or....” Turning my attention back to Wings. “A cottage of our own?” It really wasn't an issue; I already knew which one I was going to pick for us, so before you could answer, I winked. “Cottage.” I turned to Laine and kissed her forehead. “We will see you soon.”

“The cottage door is open. No one has been in it.” The undertone told me all I needed to know. “Thanks.” I dropped my cup in the sink. As I walked towards to Wings. “Come on; we can take the car.” I had an idea which cottage Laine would have made sure was aired out and cleaned for us.

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Visiting Havencroft PT. 1

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Luc: From the house, we had to drive through the city outskirts; this place always caused a chill up my spine. Wolves weren't meant to be kept captive, and that's what the built up metropolises felt like, giant cages. No air to breathe. No freedom, trapped by bricks and mortar, people and traffic. HavenCroft was a scenic haven; perhaps that's why it had been named as it was; I didn't know. The land is a sanctuary for The Alphas family and now ours. My mind wandered as I thought of the estate, ten times the size of what I owned. As the city’s buildings fell away, I felt as though the air breathed reached my lungs; I could breathe properly again. Fields began to spring up, arguments over music, laughter, small talk, trees and tractors. Roadside truck stops. The only other thing to let us know that there was civilization besides us that still existed.

As we chatted, my mind wasn't here completely; I remembered the last time I'd been home. A quick visit. A pack had killed a family, and The Alpha hadn't been happy about it. The bastards had eluded me for two weeks; the thing about packs and lone wolves they always had friends ready to put themselves on the line; I knew eventually they'd run to the wrong people. The Alpha wielded much power and plenty of respect; no one wanted him on their doorstep. I'd caught up with them in a barn. The fight hadn't lasted long; I snorted out loud and quickly looked over at Wings hoping he hadn't noticed I'd not been listening; he didn't. He was busy looking for the next round of music to torture me with.

I'd returned to HavenCroft that night, filled The Alpha in on the two week 'holiday' he'd sent me on. I stayed a couple of days, the wolf revelling in the lands he loved, the grounds he had grown in. Learnt to hunt in. It was always a fight with him on those lands. The cocky bastard shifted inside; he knew where we were going and if a wolf could smirk. The bastard was smirking.

"How are you feeling, Wings?" I had no clue if you'd said anything. The words just fell from my mouth. I looked over at you and winked.

Wings: *Internally my mind was racing. Nervous thoughts drowned out by the small talk and music I mindlessly flipped through on your car radio. But on the outside I was no different than I always was. Bubbly, smiley, catching glimpses of you here there as you drive. The further we got away from any sights and sounds of the city, the more picturesque the scenery became.

I could tell you were lost in thought. I wondered how long it had been since you'd been to Havencroft but never asked the question out loud. I didn't want to be nosey. This was your family. But I knew if they were anything like you in the cocky department I'd have my hands full. It was going to be interesting for sure. You were a Wolf and one that liked me. This was different, however many wolves there would be there, I had no clue. I hoped they'd be accepting of what I was like you were. I was cautiously optimistic.

Your question brought me out of my head and I smiled brightly over at you, nodding a couple times. The wink from you makes me blush ever so softly. It was like a subtle and secret sign of reassurance I needed.*

Feeling good, Wolf. *And it was the truth.*

And how are you feeling?

Luc: Grinning at hearing your answer, I diverted my eyes from the road for a second to look at you. " I'm doing good, Wings." Returning my eyes to the road. I could have done this drive with my eyes closed, not that I knew the roads that well, but the smells, the wolf would always be able to find his way home. The Alpha's scent is ingrained deep inside the wolf's head. We would need to stop and eat; my stomach wasn't happy and felt as though it hadn't eaten for hours; I knew once we got there, food would be overflowing as always, but I had to get there.

"We can stop at the next services and get food." I laughed out loud, I wasn't sure if you'd be able to eat, but I was hoping you would. The services were filled with truckers, families travelling from place to place, businessmen and women grabbing coffee before their subsequent appointments, and then we were there. A wolf and angel, walking among them. Our exteriors were the same as theirs, if only they knew. We sat after collecting food, my tray full as though I was feeding a family of four. I bit into my burger with gusto and perhaps gave an overly loud satisfied groan as the warm grease ran down my throat.

"So......" I manage to squeeze out between bites. "You must be wondering who will be there...." My brow lifted; I knew I would be. "The Alpha will be there....." I grinned. That was obvious, but I felt it needed to be stated. "Gauge, that's his name......" I realised suddenly I'd never told Wings his name. "It's his house...." I laughed and leaned back in my seat. "His estate. You think my place is beautiful...." I chuckled. " HavenCroft is outstanding. The main house and cottages spread across the land that family stay in if they want to."

I took a drink then began. "Laine is the only female wolf who makes HavenCroft her permanent home......" I ran my fingers through my dirty blonde hair. "We killed her pack...." I shrugged; it was the way things were. I held no remorse for doing so. "Gauge....." I never did understand why he'd let her live; his 'I see something in her' didn't ring true, but she was loyal. "Let her live, took her in."

That left me with the one person I didn't want to speak about but knew if I didn't say anything at all, him being there would be a shock to you, and I didn't want that.

"Xavier, he lives there too." I finished my drink and stood up, closing the conversation. "You ready, Wings? The road is waiting, and so is HavenCroft."

Wings: *Food was the last thing on my mind but I knew you had to eat. As we parked and got out, I observed the people walking around. Families, truckers, the usual lot you'd see around these full service exits. Food. Gassing up vehicles. We headed inside and got some food and found a place to sit. I had to chuckle to myself at the load of grub you carried over. I can imagine what thoughts people had. Like maybe you hadn't eaten in days. But I knew why. The Wolf inside you drove that hunger. That thought made me smile.

And just as I began unwrapping my burger to take a bite, you began speaking about the people who would be there at Havencroft. The Alpha of course. Gauge. I now knew his name. Another followed. A female. One your Alpha had saved after you two had killed her pack. I almost swallowed my whole bite without chewing when you admitted that. We hadn't even arrived at that place and I was already learning things. I grabbed my beverage and washed that rough bite down. There must have been a reason you both killed her pack, a reason why he kept her alive. Reasons I wouldn't ask about because that wasn't my business.

Then a third name is mentioned. An Xavier. He lives there too apparently. No explanation I noted. Not like the other two names you'd given me. This one was as if you were ripping off a bandage and moving on. Something about the abrupt way you got up and were ready to go made all my alarms go off. My brow raised as I looked up at you.*

Yes. I'm ready. *The way you told me things was more matter of fact than you wanting to have an open discussion about it. So I kept my questions to myself for now and got to my feet with you.*

Well we shouldn't keep the road waiting, now should we? *I laughed and deposited my trash in the bin and away we went. Havencroft was next. The hairs on the back of my neck were standing on end. Was I really ready? I guess we will see.*

Luc: God fucking damn it. I knew you weren't stupid, and as I smiled at you as we walked back to the car, I knew you'd have guessed Xavier wasn't up for debate. You'd find out about him soon enough, the arse couldn't keep his mouth shut with snide comments, and I didn't blame him at all. The sun was now high in the sky, and we weren't far away. I threw open the car door and grinned over at you as you looked at me over the roof of the car. I threw you a wink and got in.

"Okay, Wings, kill me with your music picks." I laughed and started the car.

As the remaining miles went by, the roads became more familiar again, memories creeping in of things that had happened around here. A field that had been run through, hedgerow that I'd been caught naked in by some hikers. This land bordered HavenCroft. As we passed through the winding country road, I kept an eye out for anything that was out of place. This place was sacred to us, but to other packs, they didn't respect it as we did, jealousy of what had been built here.

A post box was randomly placed on the side of the road at the beginning of HavenCroft land. No one knew that except the people who lived here and our family. It could have belonged to the one cottage far from the main house; it was connected to nothing, just a landmark. I glanced over at you; a slight scowl sat upon your forehead, your eyes far away, lost in thought. I moved my hand from the gears and slipped it over yours.

"Don't worry, Wings, everything will be okay." Even though my excitement was building, I could sense your apprehension. The only person I worried about was X, though I was hoping that Gauge would have got through to him by now. I tightened my grip on your hand, reassuring you. I stopped the car in the middle of the road, not that anyone would come down here unless they were going to the house, but you wouldn't know that.

I reached across and pressed the tiny scowl from your forehead with my thumb and grinned. "You're going to get wrinkles if you keep that up....." Chuckling. "We will be there soon, this....." I waved my hand, pointing around us. "Is HavenCroft.....All this island belongs to the family......Come on, let's go see them." I gave your hand one more squeeze and revved the engine and started the car again.

The gates of HavenCroft were impressive, intricate wrought-iron seemingly just a pattern, but if you looked closely and paid attention, it made a wolfs head; Gauges father had a sense of humour. A warning of what lay inside. The intercom built into the stone, and there was a camera too; our presence would have been noted about 5 miles before we reached here, but it didn't stop me from getting out of the car.

"Little pig, little pig, let me come in," I said as I pressed the intercom.

A sultry voice that I knew well replied. "No, no, not by the hair on my chinny chin, chin."

"Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house down. Laine, you could have shaved; I brought a guest to visit."

"Fuck off." Came the reply; amusement ran through the words. The gates began to open, and I turned and went back to the car. The driveway swept through beautiful gardens, trees scattered over the lawn, explosions of colour cut into the greenery from flowers and shrubs. Home, I was home.

Wings: *The music was a blur. The sights and sounds all just background to the noise in my head. I didn't even remember what I'd flipped on the radio for us. Whatever it was, surely was torturous to you. By the time you spoke again, your hand was on mine, reassuring me things would be okay. I believed you. I was just still trying to place all the pieces together in my mind. Some fit. Some did not. Something nagged at me and I assumed soon everything would become more clear.

I felt your hand squeezing mine, still not looking over at you but I did give a nod to let you know I was listening, that I'd heard you. I didn't want you looking into my eyes and reading them. When you stopped the car in the middle of the road, I almost asked if we'd arrived but when you reached over and pressed at my forehead, I knew you were just trying to calm the storm within again. Fucking Wolf.*

I'll not get wrinkles you ass.

*I chuckled and looked around as your hands motioned to our surroundings. This was all your home. Havencroft. The car started again and we continued down the road, the gates emerging like a great wall of warning. Looming in front of us. You got out of the car and walked over to the intercom, I could hear the interaction with the female. Laine. I laughed softly to myself at your back and forth with her. She was funny and didn't take your shit. I snickered, drawing my fingers up and through my hair. Well this was it.

The heavy gates began to open and you returned to the car, pulling us through. I noted the wolf's head made out of the iron that constructed the gates. It was beautiful. It was all so exquisite. Landscaping. Hedges and trees are all perfectly trimmed. The rainbow of colors greeted us with flowers as far as I could see.*

This is gorgeous, Luc. *I finally turned and smiled at you before turning back and taking in the view from my window.*

Luc: I looked over at you and saw the smile on your face; this place captured everyone's heart. A lot of the land was unkempt, growing wild; it kept people from snooping around. The natural habitat was, of course, for the wolves within; they could run wild without anyone bothering them. The driveway opened up, and the large victorian era house stood proud off to the side. The large, half glass double doors firmly closed. I drove past the house and pulled up around the side.

"Are you ready?" I slipped out of the car after squeezing your hand.

The air was different here, lighter somehow, I inhaled and closed my eyes, a floral scent, grass, coolness in the air, wolves scents..........I exhaled and took another deep breath expecting more of the same.......no this time; my nostrils were invaded with Roja Dove.

"Laine......." I opened my eyes and moved around the car quickly to your side; my arm slipped around your waist. "Laine, I know you're here. Fucking nosey wolf." The amusement in my voice was evident; I saw you looking at me and grinned. "She's somewhere, and I can smell her."

"At least it isn't my arse you're sniffing." A stunning redhead revealed herself from behind the garage.

"I've never had my nose near that arse...." I pulled a face and laughed.

The redhead made her way to us. Her wavy red locks fell onto her back, her pale porcelain skin only broken by a touch of colour on her cheeks and lips, those pale green eyes took everything in, though, and her smile made those eyes sparkle. I couldn't help but smile at her. When she reached us, I stepped forward to be met by a hand pushing me backwards as she enveloped you in her arms.

"Welcome to HavenCroft......" Her face snuggled into your shoulder.

"Excuse fucking me....." I laughed.

"I know you.......go away....." One of her hands made a flapping motion at me and then slid it back around your waist. Questions fell from her mouth at you, firing them one after the other, I couldn't help but chuckle. Once she had finished with the hugging and the questions she turned to me, those pale eyes looking me up and down and then grabby arms wrapped around my waist, her head fitting just under my armpit, I wrapped my arms around her, kissed her head and dug my nose into her hair.

"How've you been Laine?"

Laine's words of excitement continued as she babbled on, words tripping over each other as they spilt out. I picked her up and hugged her to me, looking over at you and smiling, wondering if you'd got over the shock of the excited redhead. It was good to see that wonderful smile on your face.

"There better be food." I whispered none too quietly in her ear.

"You know where the kitchen is." She replied in her excited tone. I put her down gently on the floor, red hair undrapping itself from me as she moved away. "Come on...." She took my hand and pulled, I held out my other one for you to take and all three of us walked along the path, my fingers entwined with yours assuring you everything would be okay.

The kitchen hadn't changed at all, the huge table we'd eaten so many meals at still sat at the centre of the kitchen. Flowers filled a vase, Laines doing I had no doubt. As Laine flitted around making coffee for us, without asking, I pulled you down to the chair next to me, our fingers locked together on the table.

"Where is he?" I looked at the back of Laine's head, she knew exactly who I meant. She turned around, her hands occupied with the two cups of coffee she held.

"He knows you're here and will be here soon." The cups were deposited in front of us as she sat down. "You know Gauge...." She laughed and was right, I did.

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Luc: The change in the air woke me; the cooler nighttime air shifted, the autumn sun rose. Small puffs of breaths from my chest as though it had grown caused me to smile. You were there. I edge painfully slowly from under you. I didn't want to, but this had to be done privately.

After slipping from the bed, I grabbed my phone and headed through my house. The coffee pot had coffee in it, bitter and tepid. It was from last night, but that didn't stop me from pouring it into a cup. I pulled a face as I swallowed it, disgusting. My naked arse walked to the deck, phone in one hand coffee in the other.

The phone rang twice, which, considering it was 4.30 am, was a shock.

“Lucian, are you okay?” The worried, deep voice of my Alpha asked.

“I’m fine. I'm coming home....... And I'm bringing someone with me.”

Silence, a sigh and then more silence.

“I've invited them,” I added. Havencroft was the home of our family; I could have just turned up with Wings, but that wasn't done.

Wings: *I woke up immediately feeling the absence of you. Worry fades as soon as I receive the scent of you. You were still close, downstairs. I faintly heard you speaking. I didn't know to whom, but I figured you went to get some privacy, and I would give it to you.

I slid off the bed and headed to the shower, giving you that said privacy. My throat is still sore, but it makes me grin as I switch on the water and stand under hot spray of water. A groan, gravelly and aching, my body stung in the most exquisite ache. I glanced over and saw the bite of you and the Wolf right there in my flesh. The wound healed, punctures all gone. All that was left was the imprint of teeth in my flesh. Fuck. I've been marked. I closed my eyes and let out a long groan. I couldn't be happier.*

Luc: The long silence annoyed me; I took the last mouthful of stale, bitter, lukewarm coffee before saying anything.

“He isn't a wolf.” I forced through gritted teeth. I heard another sigh; this one was one of relief.

“When will you be here?” The voice at the end of the phone is not so worried now. I tilted my head, footsteps across the wooden floor. The shower is turning on. You were awake.

“We will be there later today.....” I heard movement in the background; I closed my eyes and knew who it was. “We will stay.”

“We will be happy to have you home, Lucian; it's been a while.”

There was no arguing with that; it had been. I did my job but had always preferred my own company; perhaps that was from my childhood, my volatile nature. Who the fuck was I kidding? I knew precisely why I didn't go back there a lot.

“I’ll see you soon.....” I nearly added something to the end of the sentence but didn't; instead, I cut off the conversation by putting the phone down.

Wings: *I washed up and shut the water off when I was done. Grabbing a towel, I step out and dry off before ruffling it through my hair. When I was all finished, I noticed you were done talking, and it was safe to come downstairs.

After hanging the towel up, I wandered downstairs, not bothered with putting clothes on. I doubt you had either.

I headed right over to clean out the coffee pot and get it set up to make some fresh for us.*

Where's that sexy fucker?

*I called out for you as I grabbed a couple of cups down from the cupboard.*

Luc: I stood looking out over the pathway that led into the woods; I heard you finish your shower, your footsteps and then the water running. Your voice filled my house.

“This sexy fucker is right here.” I took one last look at the pathway, turned my arse right around, and walked into the house. There you were as butt arse naked as I was, though you were at least clean.

“How's that throat Wings, still feeling me down it.?” I gave a lopsided grin as I closed the distance between us. I slid my arms around your waist, my fingers nipping into the skin of your abs. You smelt of my wash things; they smelt perfect on you even though underneath, through the lingering scent, I could smell my Wings.

“You ready for today?”

Wings: *I lifted my hand to stroke my fingers along my throat, a grin matching your own.* fuck yes, I do..

*And it was the truth. I still felt you when I spoke each word. It was raw. My arms slipped over yours, leaning my head back against your shoulder. You felt warm, the sun had warmed your skin. I could smell it on you.*

Mmmh.. yeah, I'm ready. Are you?

*I laced my fingers with one of your hands, my head turning to kiss your shoulder. God, I loved how good I feel when your arms are around me. The smell of coffee is starting to fill the kitchen, but your scent dominates. Always. My other hand raises to push my fingers up into your hair.*

You missed sharing a shower with me, handsome..

Luc: I lifted the hand that wasn't locked with yours, ghosted it up to your abs and laid it against your throat. “Good, I want you to feel me there.”

I thought about the phone call and chuckled. “I'm ready, and they will be by the time we get there.”

The coffee machine finished filling the pot; silence apart from our breathing filled the air. I brushed my lips across your shoulder. “I did miss the shower sharing. I heard you get in it while I was on the phone.”

I pulled myself away, grabbing at two cups for us, coffee. Coffee was needed. Pouring two cups, I slid back behind you and passed you a cup. “I will grab a quick shower, and we can be on our way. Do you want to stop off at the bar and get anything?”

Wings: I heard you chatting and wanted to give you privacy. *I let my body rest back against you, head leaning back while your hand went back to my neck. I knew you'd never let me lose the feeling of you at my throat. I swallowed when you backed off and went for some coffee. I hummed, licking over my lips. I could still feel your lips on my shoulder.

I gratefully took the cup from you, nodding at your words.*

Nah. We can just head out when you're ready. I'll grab some clothes from you to wear as long as you're good with that?

*I brought the cup up to my lips, taking a drink and humming happily.*

Luc: I laughed at your words about my clothes. “Wings, you can wear my clothes anytime; we should get you some from your place.” You needed your own clothes for Havencroft. I heard that happy hum, and the hand that didn't have coffee tightened around your waist. “We will take my car.”

I said that, then wondered if the fucking thing had petrol in it. Laying my lips on your shoulder while I think you were there, through the coffee, the shower gel. Your scent. My mouth opened, and my teeth sunk gently into your skin. That taste, my tongue swept over the skin between my teeth, I growled.

I stayed like that for a few seconds, and then my teeth released you. “I'm going to grab a quick shower, and we can be on our way.” I kissed where my teeth had been, unwound my arm and drank the coffee in my cup. It wasn't boiling hot but just got enough to leave my tongue stinging.

Wings: *I groaned out softly as your teeth sunk into my skin again, I could feel that tongue lingering on my skin. I knew you said words before the bite but right now, my mind was foggy.

Once you released my flesh and backed away, I nodded, a grin on my lips.*

You shower and I'll go grab my clothes real quick.

*After you headed off to take a shower, I grabbed my jeans and my shirt that had been tossed on the floor from our little table tryst and got dressed before heading out. I found myself in my apartment with a little help from transportation. Comes in handy sometimes. I chuckled to myself, grabbing a duffle bag and gathering up some clothes for our trip. Sure, if I was staying there with you, at your home, clothes surely would not be needed. But you were taking me home to meet your family and walking around with my ass out was … unbecoming.

After I gathered some things, I came back, set my duffle down by the door and headed upstairs, laying out on the bed to wait for you to finish up*

Luc: The warm water cascaded down my body as I leant against the wall of the shower. Was this the right thing to do? Wings deserved to meet my family. Ducking my head under the water, flashes of images played out in my head. My eyes flew open. No........I wouldn't go there; I wouldn't allow those memories to surface. Home was a place that surrounded my heart; I lived in it. It was where I learnt to be who I am, taught how to control the wolf.... I laughed out loud at that; the sound lost into the flow of the water. The bastard wasn't always controlled. I threw out all my thoughts, washed and jumped out of the shower.

There was an Angel laid across my bed when I entered the bedroom; I shook my head, droplets of water flew everywhere, and the groan of frustration I got caused a smirk upon my lips.

“You get everything you need, Wings?” I’d already walked over to my wardrobe and picked out a t-shirt and was pulling it over my head. Jeans, check I slipped them on over my still wet skin. I grabbed a jacket and grinned as I strolled past you, hitting your knee with my fingers.

“Let's go see the family.”

#TheWolfAndTheAngel #PT13

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Wings: *It had been a couple nights since we spent the night on the roof of my bar after I gave you that sensual massage and then like always, things got… heated. I was lost in that very thought as I stood here in your kitchen, fresh coffee in the pot, waiting for you to come down from bed. And then I felt you come up behind me and turn me around, lifting me up with my legs around your hips.* Well good morning, handsome..

*My arms securely wrap around your shoulder as you lift me up, legs locked at the ankles at your lower back. My other hand is still buried deep within your hair, fingers twisted up in those curls as we kiss. I groaned into your mouth, my thighs tight around your hips, lips melding to yours. My wings tucked back behind me, laying flat against my back as you carry me.*

Luc: My steps stopped as I sat your arse on my table; my hands slid to your thighs, fingertips digging into the muscle. My tongue was assaulting yours, tasting you, my blunt nails dig in and pull along those muscles of your thighs upwards. My dirty blonde curls firmly in your grasp as I remove my mouth from yours. I was looking into those blue eyes of yours.

“You're on my table, Wings.” I leant forward, pressing my weight against you, moving your body to the prone position. “You might want to put those wings away for a while.”

Wings: *My flesh burned with your scratches, set upon your table where we had eaten together after our nights out. I met your eyes as you pulled back, already flushed from the intensity of your kiss. I nodded, letting my wings fade back into nothingness for now.

With one hand still gripping those beautiful curls, my body all spread out for you on this table beneath you. My other hand smoothes over your ass. My mouth comes up to crash my lips back onto yours, wings taken care of thanks to you, a thank you in the form of a kiss is a damn good start. *

Luc: My lips returning the kiss, not holding back, lust, passion, wanton need, all in a kiss. Too many clothes. I growled loudly and pulled back, pushing your arms against the wood below you. “Those fucking pants are coming off now.”

As the words left my mouth, your jeans were ripped from you. An evil chuckle rushed from my mouth as they ended up in a pile below my table. My hand went between your legs. “Don't move those fucking arms, Wings.” Your balls in the palm of one of my hands being massaged.

Wings: *I let out a loud grunt when you shed those jeans from my flesh, another as your hand grabbed my balls. Fuck. All I could do was nod at your command. I didn't move an inch except the way my muscles and dick twitches with how you're massaging my heavy sac.

I peek here and there up at you as best as I can, watching you, still feeling you on my lips, swollen and still tasting you on my tongue. That deep, sensual, heady taste that I've become addicted to. Every time we kissed left me wanting more.*

Luc: I watched the muscles in your abdomen as my fingers pressed and kneaded at your balls. My fingers wrapped around the top of your sac and dragged downwards. I watched the look on your face; my dick pressed hard against the denim, holding it back, pinching, straining against the zip.

“Moan for me, Wings.”

I leant down, my teeth grazing the skin just above your pubic bone, moving slowly upwards towards your hip bone, my teeth fully nipping at that.

Wings: Lucian.. *More than a moan, a gasp fell from my lips, and you tugged at my balls. My fingertips gripped at the edges of your table on both sides, desperately trying to hold still as you wanted me to.

And then your mouth went to my flesh, feeling your teeth make contact with my flesh. A low moan falls from my lips, feeling my cock throb each time your teeth nip at my hip. I loved your bites. I wanted more, I moaned out louder, pleading with you.* harder, please.. mark me with those teeth...

Luc: My lips turned into a grin as I heard you pleading with me; my hand tightened around your balls, the tug a little harder. My mouth continued to torture your skin; your muscles continued to harden under my lips, my teeth. My free hand slid down the inside of your thigh, pushing your one leg apart; my teeth slid down the soft skin of your inside leg.

My mouth worked its way back up your thigh; my tongue brushed against your ball sac as I passed, and then my teeth began nibbling back at your pelvic area, your hip bone, and then I bit down. Hard.

Wings: *The tightening of your hand made my breath catch in my throat, body slightly bowing off the table for a moment. A push to the side and my leg parts further, your mouth moving along the inside of it. More teeth, more twitching from me.

A slight tease of your tongue made me groan lowly, eyes closing as my entire body shudders in reaction to you. More of your teeth, meeting my flesh until you reach the other hip bone, and then a rough bite makes me grunt out curses, laced with your name running through them. Fuck that felt so good. I wanted to reach and feel your hair between my fingertips as you bit me. I kept having to remind myself not to move, as you told me. Muscles flex, inner thighs shuddering, balls aching within your hold. I felt a chill as air hits my dick, wet with precum from you already.*

Luc: Your dick continued to flinch with satisfaction; my mouth continued on your skin, not touching it. I liked to watch you squirm. I enjoyed the nipping of my dick against my zip. My teeth sunk into your skin again at the other hip. Fuck. That arch your back gave, the long groan from your mouth.

Your stomach had splatters of precum where your dick had touched the skin. It was wonderful. My hand slid up your abs, my fingers pressed into the muscles. I growled, enjoying the way you moved for me.

Wings: *Your mouth moves to the other hip, biting again. I'd have matching sets of your teeth in my hips. The mere thought in passing made my dick throb. I could feel your hand on my stomach, tight muscles flexing beneath your fingertips.

I knew it was only a matter of time before you had me on this table, splayed out beneath you like the finest of feast just for your mouth to indulge in. I felt every bite, your pearly whites denting my flesh with ease. Maybe it was because of the wolf, the way your bites didn't just heal but stayed like a mark you made on me. I loved that. I didn't want them to fade. And when they did, I wanted fresh ones from you. I feel my face flushing as I let out another groan, this time your name coming out along with it. *

Luc: My name as it came out of your mouth, the wolf inside stirred. I bared my teeth as he bared his and sunk them deep into your pelvis; a feral growl ripped from me. My hand cupped your balls, giving them a break from the pressure.

The wolf snarled as my hand lifted to your shaft; my fingers ghosted down your shaft, your pre-cum dripping down your slit just for me. The wolf growled loudly again. Fuck. My thumb brushed across your slit, pressing down, opening it, the pre-cum coating my thumb. More growling. One day I wouldn't be able to hold him back; that day was edging closer.

Wings: Fuck. *The word hissed out from between my lips as you toyed with the tip of my cock. I watched, cum coating your thick thumb. My seed is right at the brim for you, because of everything you do to me. And then that growl. My entire body humming in response to that sound. More intense every time I hear it. That's what I did to you, and I loved it. I always have.*

Let me suck that from your thumb, Lucian.. *I wanted to taste myself on you, to taste you. I needed that with all this teasing and how hard it's been not to touch you.*

Luc: I looked up at you and then back to my finger, your pre-cum sliding down my pad. I tilted my head, but it wasn't my eyes that saw, eyes that flicked to look at you; my lips drew back, and a snarl rang out.

My mind darkened. No. Fuck no. The wolf looked out; the hues around you changed. Darkening, the colours dampening. Then my thumb was in my mouth; the wolf's defiantly looking at you. Snarls were emitting. The wolf wasn't letting you have anything.

Wings: *I didn't dare pout. No. That was the Wolf there looking back at me. I wasn't afraid. But I knew between the two of us, I wouldn't dare defy the Wolf. Damn, if it didn't make me hot for you, though. Selfish fucker.

I nudged myself away from you just slightly so I could see you better. My blue eyes glowed as I looked into yours, that snarl making my body shiver ever so slightly. The Wolf wanted what he wanted. When he wanted it, I respected that. My heart was hammering in my chest, my pulse racing through me as I watched you.* fuck. That was sexy..

Luc: The wolf snorted, satisfied with himself. He had your taste; I had it. The mixture between wolf taste and human taste a swathe of back and forth. He wouldn't move; he didn't want to go anywhere. Motherfucker. I shook my head, trying to cage him. The next thing, your balls were in my mouth, sucking, tongue flicking over them. I had no control, and he had manners.

The saltiness, the taste of wash powder, the taste of you. He wanted that. He wanted you. My tongue ran up your shaft; was it mine?

Wings: *My body jerks with your mouth claiming my balls, groaning out as I clutch the table.* shit..

*There was a hunger with you. Not that you didn't have it before but I could tell this was more primal. The growls and snarls and the way you looked at me before.

I could still feel the burn of your teeth in my flesh, the mark was there, and it wouldn't be fading anytime soon. My hips writhe ever so slightly, enjoying the feel of your mouth, your tongue. There was no need to hold back with you or the wolf. You already knew me better than I knew myself.*

Luc: The answer to the question in my head came quicker than I imagined. I moved my mouth just in time. My mind scrambled, and pain rushed through every part of my being; my legs collapsed, each muscle twitching and reshaping, bones breaking realigning. Quicker than I’d ever known before.....

Glowing golden eyes opened, and a snarl emitted from rolled backed lips on a snout. The wolf jumped from a lying position, landing above you. His damp nose was running along your jawline, the long slow snarl still rumbling. His tongue licked your neck, brushing down to your shoulder.

Fuck!

He opened his mouth and sunk his teeth into your shoulder. Growling a feral warning not to touch him.

Wings: *The moment I heard those bones beginning to break, I knew you were losing the battle with your Wolf. I stayed still. My eyes reopen, and I see him snarling with those bright amber eyes.

And then he was hovering above me on all fours. I let out a soft groan as I felt his snout tracing my face, the lick to my neck making me shudder.

Then there was searing pain. The wolf's teeth tore through flesh like a hot knife through butter. A soft hiss passed through my lips, blowing out a slow breath. I heard that growl, and I didn't dare move. I would heal, and I knew I'd be okay.

I glanced over, seeing my shoulder between the strong jaws of your Wolf, teeth sunk into his gums. I gasped softly. The mere sight of it was incredible. I knew this wasn't a I'm in any danger kind of thing. This was animalistic.*

Luc: Blood dripped from the wolf's teeth as he released the skin and bone of your shoulder. Blood and saliva drooled from his mouth, his fur now stained. A snort shot from his nose as he turned and jumped from the table. Pain. Bones were snapping, realigning. Muscles restructuring. My brain became coherent, my mouth tasted of blood; I shot up from the floor and looked down at you.

“He knows how to make an entrance.” I grinned and kissed your bloodied shoulder.

Both of us used to blood, perhaps not usually our own, but it didn't stop me from pulling you up and slamming my lips onto yours.

Wings: *I could smell my blood before I ever saw it. When he released my flesh from the vice grip of his teeth, I saw the blood there. I dripped from his mouth, bloodied his muzzle. Then he was gone, jumping off the table, and the bones began popping again. The smell of my blood filled the air around us.

I glanced down at my shoulder, the wound still fresh, but I could feel my grace rushing to it. It had already begun to clot and cease with the bleeding. My smile is bright as I see you, blonde curls, cocky grin, gorgeous eyes.

You pulled me in, and my arms slipped around your shoulders, groaning into the kiss. Before I knew it, my fingers were buried in your hair again. It felt fucking good to touch you. The kiss was intense, my blood lingering in your mouth, which only got me even more turned on.*

Luc: I held you close as our tongues danced, my hair balled in your fingers, my dick throbbing. A metallic taste was shared. Your blood. I twisted, taking you off the table as I did. My couch. I turned and walked your butt naked body towards it, dropping to my knees as I got there. I slid your arse on it and opened your legs.

Your dick stood proud; I could smell your pre cum; I wanted it. Me. Not the wolf. My fingers dug into the muscles of your thighs, pressing, manipulating them upwards. Your balls were tighter now than before; my hands reached the top of your thighs, and I pulled.

With your hips pulled towards that dick was like a homing beacon, flinching every so often. I leant forward, and the tip of my tongue slid up your shaft; it continued and pressed into your slit and explosion of saltiness of my tastebuds. A groan. My lips opened and encompassed your bulbous head swallowing down your length.

Wings: *I think by the time you lowered to your knees, I was already groaning your name. I was rested down onto your couch from your arms, and immediately your hands went to my thighs, spreading them apart. Jesus fuck.. I had myself propped up on elbows just as your tongue traced up from my balls to the tip of my cock. For a brief moment, my eyes flutter closed, a thick groan filling my throat.* Lucian..

*That cocky mouth descends onto my length, I watched those lips glide down each inch. Before I completely lost myself, I needed to let you hear one last plea. My hand shot out to send my fingers deep into those curls. I gripped to get your attention, my eyes locked on you *

Lucian.. please let me return the favor this time.. *The desperation and lust thick with my words. I wanted to taste you so badly. My fingers stay within your messy blonde locks, but my grip eased, and my hand fell from your hair for now. I shivered, my hot, thick dick in your wet, warm mouth. There was nothing else I could possibly want. You were perfect.*

Luc: My teeth grazed against the hardness in my mouth as you gripped at my hair, my golden eyes meeting yours. My dick twitched at the request or was it because the words were so full of lust. Your blue eyes are glazed with want and need.

I removed my teeth and sucked, the veins running your shaft pulsating into my lips. My tongue released the suction by slipping out at the bottom of your shaft; it licked at your tightened ball sack and then returned to my mouth. My throat closed around your dick as I began to suck painfully slow back to the tip.

Wings: *Teeth grazing flesh, making me pant from my mouth while muscles twitch with each inch you move over. The use of teeth now even more of a turn on since your wolf used his own on me. I glanced over to my shoulder. The blood dried, puncture holes closed, but the mark still remains. He really marked me. Fuck. This was a first.

My eyes cast back down to watch you, feeling your tongue explore and map every vein, dipping low to lick over my balls. That suction from your mouth made me ache from head to toe. It wouldn't take long now. With all the stimulation you'd given me, it was a miracle I hadn't filled your mouth already. Thank fuck for my celestial stamina, or you'd have me coming every time you'd touch me.* Fuck.. that feels good, Lucian...

Luc: I had to agree it did feel good. Your dick was throbbing between my lips; each vein they passed pulsated against it. Your hardness expanded until it had no expansion left, your pre cum coating the back of my throat, my groans could be heard loud and clear.

My fingers dug into your thighs, opening your legs even wider, my thumbs messaging up your inner thighs until I reached your balls. My thumbs began to massage them, my mouth enjoying sucking, my tongue began to flick over your head as my lips reached the top. I wanted what was inside. I wanted you.

Wings: Fucking hell.. *The words rushed from my lips as I felt your mouth go full on sucking mode, coaxing my release to hurry up. I knew it wouldn't be long now. With each suck from your mouth, my back would curl and arch from the couch, whimpers of desperation calling out to you.

My hand reaches forward and buries my fingers deep into those curls just as your tongue begins working my tip. Your thumbs massaging my balls, bringing me right to that edge. And then my resistance broke.

I grunted out your name just as that rush of hot ribbons flooded your mouth, grunting out again as the release claims my entire body.* LUCIAN!

Luc: That fucking grunt, how it continued through my name. Your release filled my mouth; both thumbs continued messaging your balls until I removed one hand. My fingers wrapped around the bottom of your shaft, gripping it tightly. I moved my hand up and down with my mouth; I wanted every last bit.

I could feel your muscles shaking in your thighs against my ribs. I swallowed your warmth, your seed. You. My other hand slid down my stomach and opened my button, and zipped down my zipper. Wings wanted my dick; he was going to get it.

Wings: *The skillful way you milked me told me you wanted everything I had. The release came in waves. The throbbing seeming to continue with each stroke of your fingers working over my aching dick. Your name fell from my lips repeatedly, completely clouded with lust and pleasure and everything you did to bring me to this moment.

I gave you everything I had. Every damn drop was yours. Deservingly. My body was buzzing, heart hammering in my chest, panting as I tried to catch my breath. I knew my body was still shuddering, humming with life and that cloud of ecstasy. But I wanted you more. Your pleasure. On shaking arms, I lifted myself enough to look down at you, biting over my lip as I watched you suck everything from my spent dick.*

Luc: I listened to your heart, your breathing, the exquisite pants I had caused as my fingers and mouth called forth the remaining drops of your seed. Drained. Empty. My eyes slowly trailed up your abs until I met yours. The haze of lust and passion still cast in them, and I grinned, standing up. The denim that was hugging my hips a few seconds ago slid down my thighs as my hand reached forward, my hand reaching for your head.

“Open your mouth, Wings,” I said as I edged your head towards me, my dick ready for those lips, now straining against nothing but itself. Precum dripped from my slit, and when your lips arrived where I wanted them, I took my dick in my free hand and smeared myself over those soft lips with a growl.

Satisfied, the hand I had on your head tightened, and I pressed my hips forward, watching my dick slowly disappear.

Wings: *When you stood up with that sexy grin, I watched as your jeans dropped down around your ankles. Your hand comes forward and takes hold of my hair. I glanced up over your abs, your chest and met your eyes obediently. I heard your words and didn't waste time with listening to you.

My mouth falls open just in time for you to smear your precum over my lips. The heady, musky smell filled my nostrils, and a groan fills my throat. I was more than ready to taste you in my mouth.

As soon as your dick begins to slip past my lips, my tongue laps through that weeping slit, collecting a good bit of your arousal on the tip of my tongue.

I hollow out my cheeks, your hips urging your dick to fill my mouth, and it does perfectly. Right up to the tip of your cock filling the back of my throat. I swallowed around the swollen tip, my eyes locked on yours as my lips tighten around your thickness and suck slowly, tongue tracing every inch of your length.*

Luc: With my hand still tightly wrapped in the hair on the top of your head, my eyes locked with yours, but in my peripheral vision, I watched you take my length to the hilt. That tongue of yours causing more friction against my dick. My hips pulled back slowly and pushed back forward. Groans. The warmth encompassing it felt so fucking good. I kept the slow rhythm going, only breaking eye contact as my head fell back.

“Fuck Wings.” Your throat constricted around my bulbous tip. Damn, that felt fucking good. My hips sped up, my balls hitting your chin. Pressure from my hand on your head, the wolf paced inside, eager to spread our shared seed inside that fucking mouth of yours.

Wings: *I reached forward, and my hands held onto your hips as you began speeding up, I tighten my lips as much as I can to give you that added sensation. Using my tongue as much as I can, finding veins to trace, moving along the underside of your length, catching a lick of your heavy sac when you're entirely shoved into my mouth. Only a few soft gags when your dick hits the one spot at the back of my throat, but not slowing me down at all.

With your hand in my hair, I was kept in place, but I still worked my mouth as much as I could, sucking over your tip each time when I'd reach it. One hand moves to press my hand flat in the middle of your torso, letting my fingers drag down over your abs.*

Luc: I thrust my dick down your throat and held it there as your fingers dragged down my abs. Fuck, that felt good. I lifted my head and then looked down at you, pulling my dick back a little and then letting my hips take their own speed. I didn't slow them when they sped up or speed them up when they slowed. My balls tightened. My dick throbbed.

Fuck. Your mouth belonged around me. Pre cum dripped over your tongue, coating your mouth again and again. I wasn't going to last much longer.

Wings: *The steady pace of your thrusts and my mouth gliding up and down your length was set, my tongue coaxing at the tip of you each time I reached it. My hands now taking hold of your ass, holding onto you as you fucked my mouth. I knew you wouldn't last long like this, not with the way your hips moved, and I felt all your muscles tensing.

I lightly skim my teeth across the thick tip of your cock, moaning from the taste of your saltiness on my tongue. I was eager for more. Your release was mine and would paint my tongue soon enough. Fingers kneading into the tight flesh of your ass, pulling you in to bury your dick deep down my throat over and over, throat swallowing around you, tongue twirling and tasting every inch of you I could.*

Luc: I relished in the feeling of your fingers massaging my arse; your assistance with pulling wasn't needed but appreciated. I knew you wanted what was coming. I put my other hand on your head with the other, your hair now well wrapped in my hand, but I kept your head still.

“Don't fucking move Wings.” With my hands keeping you still, my torso bent over you slightly, and I fucked your mouth, not separately. Every muscle in my body tensed, and each thrust hit its spot. Precum dripped as I felt the rush up the middle of my dick. I growled. My hips thrust. I growled. The thrusts turned to juts, and my dick exploded, coating everything in its vicinity, your throat; with that thought, I growled again.

Wings: *I held still just as you told me to, taking your dick just how you needed me to have it. Your dick thrusted into my throat over and over until you flooded my mouth with your seed.

It coated my entire mouth and shot into the back of my throat. I groaned at the taste of you. Hot. Salty. Raw and all mine. I swallowed every bit you gave me, tongue working over those throbbing veins, tip still weeping out streams of cum, and I'd gather every drop. My hands moved from your ass to smooth over and up your back, muscles flexing beneath my fingertips as you continued to move your hips, wanting you to give it all to me as I worked to clean you of every trace of seed.*

Luc: My muscles spasmed. Heavenly. I gave a small chuckle at that thought. My hands released the hold on your head, slid down that perfect back of yours, my blunt nails pulled upwards, so your spine bent moving with me. As your head turned up to me, I kissed you softly. My tongue gently pressed between your lips; my hand had reached your shoulders and went to your cheeks.

My dick, cleaned by your mouth, I lowered myself to my knees, your mouth tasting of me and mine of you, the tastes together from one tongue to another and back again.

Wings: *My long fingers slip into your curls, where they belong, as we kiss. Basking in the afterglow together. Both of us had the taste of the other on our tongues, sharing it in a slow, tender kiss.

You dropped back down to your knees. I slid up to the edge of the couch, my arm slipping around your shoulders. I didn't want to let you go. We both had just soared so high together. The kiss was everything I could have ever asked for. One hand stays in your curls as we kiss, the other exploring your back, fingers tracing along your spine. I felt as if I could never get enough of your skin. The thought made me groan softly into your lips.*

Luc: My fingers ghosted down your thighs and around your back, pulling you further to me, that soft groan against my lips everything. I pulled back and grinned. “I'm that good you're still remembering Angel.” Before you could answer, I kissed you again and stood slightly, swaying you to the side, so your body laid down on my couch.

My body covered yours, a wolf blanket. My lips still hadn't left yours; my elbows sunk into the couch at the side of your head. I pulled back a little, looking at those plumped lips of yours; the ones not minutes ago were around my dick. My eyes flashed golden yellow; a growl ripped from my throat I couldn't control. Then my mouth was on yours again, possessing you and it.

Wings: *It was consumption in the most exquisite sense of the word. I nodded to your words because, yes, you were that good. So good that a mere thought of you could make me groan. You lay me back onto your couch, and your warm body covers mine, one leg hooking over your hip as we get comfy.

When you pulled back and looked down at me, that growl caused another groan to fall from my lips just as your mouth claims mine again. My hands explore your body, finally able to touch you, hold you, eager hands splayed out over your back. The kiss was passionate, as it always was with us. My thumbs trace down your spine as my hands move down further to palm over your ass.*

Luc: My elbows stayed deep in the couch as my hand's caressed your face; my thumbs brushed over your cheekbones. Your leg wrapped around my hip; I felt it, your hands over my skin felt warm, firing my already hot temperature.

My kiss only deepened, lingering tastes of each other being passed from one to another. I drank you in, your breath, your taste, you. The wolf lay basking.

Wings: *The weight of you against me felt so damn good. I was safe, comfortable, under you just as you liked me. Those lips of yours meld with mine so perfectly, our tastes mixing together as some sort of celestial symphony that only the two of us can savor.*

I love tasting myself on you... *I muttered against your lips as I took a brief breath, glancing up into your eyes. They still had the amber glowing in them. The wolf was always there for me to find. My Wolf. My fingers reach the back of your neck, pulling you back down to crash my lips back into yours.*

Luc: The kiss passionate, hot, volatile. Tongues clashing as though war was being fought. Hands are grasping, sliding, caressing. I moved my hands from your face; my mouth slid down your neck, kissing the skin, nipping none too gently. My tongue pressed against the bit from the wolf, dried blood encrusted into your skin; I licked it off. Snarls filled my head, but my lips held a smirk.

“I'm pissing off the wolf, so you know.” I opened my mouth, took a look at his teeth marks and bit down in the same place, my bite smaller than the wolf's jaws; my hand rushed up and held your throat. Snarls got louder in my head, and teeth dug deeper into your skin. You were Angel; you’d heal. Your words played over and over in my head. I lifted my head and looked at you, a slightly feral look on my face. “MINE.”

Wings: *My face was flush, and I was still panting from the kiss when your mouth moved to my neck. Little bites to the flesh, making me groan and shiver. I shudder when your tongue licks over the dried blood from the Wolf biting my shoulder, fingers delving into your curls.

I was about to inquire about your comment when your teeth clamps down right where the Wolf had left his mark, and your hand catches my throat. My body bowed up against yours, unable to stop myself from being turned on again, especially with how hard you were biting. Fuck. At this rate, you both will have marked me. That mere thought made me groan out loudly as I met your eyes just as you spoke that one word that could make me flaming hot. That word. Fuck. That look. I swallowed and pushed my throat more into your palm, nodding as I looked up at you.* All yours, Lucian.

Luc: My fingers squeezed a little tighter around your throat; my top lip rolled back like a wolf, and I snarled; my eyes moved from yours to your shoulder. My human bite inside the wolf's teeth marks. My eyes moved back to yours, the snarl replaced with a smirk. “Yes, you are.” My head tilted from side to side, looking at your throat inside my palm, the feeling of you swallowing against my palm.

I inhaled deeply. “We are going to bed, Wings. Now” I pressed again, and I caught your hips roll. I removed my hand from your throat and stood up.

Wings: *The squeeze around my throat became tighter, any words I could have come up with cut off. You kept glancing at my shoulder, my bites from the wolf and now from you. Rightly marked as yours. It gave me more satisfaction than you could ever imagine.

I gave a nod when you said it was time to get in bed. I didn't move until you did, releasing my throat and standing up. I swallowed and got to my feet to follow you. It was then that it dawned on me that this would be the first time you'd taken me to your bed. I grinned like an idiot. My fingers brushed against the back of your hand as we walked to your bedroom. Now I was glancing at those twin marks on my shoulder, my grin broadened.*

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Luc: I your fingers and smiled to myself. I stopped at my door and looked at my bed, the moonlight dancing across the sheets, a cool breeze filling the room from the open glass door. Turning, I looked over my shoulder at you; I saw the grin on your face and one of my own spread across my lips. You weren't breakable. I spun around and picked you up, took two steps and threw you on my bed before you could bounce; I was over you on all fours.

My eyes trailed down that body of yours, those muscles, the way your stomach moved up and down, up and down with your breathing. Your dick laid on the bottom of your abs, mine the other side. I pressed forward, rutting against you. Your balls pressed against mine, I circled my hips. Fuck.

Wings: *I saw your grin, and then I was picked up and tossed on the bed, you hovering over my body a split second later. My hands smoothed along your sides as your eyes drank me all up. My hands reach your hips just as I could feel you pressing against me.

Dick against dick, balls against balls, my hips give their own little circle against you, adding to the friction. I leaned up and began kissing across your chest, leaving licks and kisses and bites along the way. I teased your nipples with my teeth, groaning as my tongue flicked over each one. My hands move up your back, digging in with blunt nails, striping your flesh with scratches.*

Luc: My head lifted as I felt those taste buds from your tongue on my nipples, your groan reaching my ears, and a smirk spread across my lips. Teeth teased at my nipples, nails dragged down my skin as my back arched to them.

My hips circled with yours. Fuck that felt good. Dicks stroking, pressing, teasing each other, balls rubbing together. The wolf was looking through my eyes at the moon as he welcomed your hands all over me. He wasn't ready to come out, but I was prepared to consume you.

Wings: *My hands made their way down to grab your ass, holding on as I grind myself right back into you. It was that shared desire, fueling our bodies to move in such a way that it always felt electric between us.

My mouth moves from your chest to kiss up the length of your throat, teeth teasing flesh there as well until I licked over your throat with a smirk before biting at your jaw. I could feel my balls ache right up the length of my dick from the very taste of you. I was absolutely insatiable for you. I blushed softly at the thought.*

Luc: Your teasing teeth, they nipped at my throat, the wild reared, but I pushed him down. I was busy circling my hips, feeling your mouth, your hands. I caught the change in heartbeat and looked down, a blush scattered across your face.

“Tell me what you're thinking.”

I pressed myself into you harder; I wanted to know what had made you blush. I dipped my head, nudging yours out of the way so the tip of my tongue could run up the centre of your abs.

Wings: *My mouth paused as you spoke. I glanced up at you, meeting your eyes.*

My dick.. rock hard from just getting my mouth on your skin. And I can't get enough.

*By the time I finished my words, your tongue was painting up my stomach, between my abs. Jesus fuck.. I let out a deep moan, my fingers scratching down along your sides. Blowing a breath out with another groan as my body arches up to greet your mouth.* mmh.. I love how you can't keep your mouth off me..

Luc: I smirked as my tongue slowed near your Adam's apple, the tip of my tongue tracing it as you swallowed. My hips continued to press into you, dicks hard.

“I don't know if it's the wolf or me.” I was as honest as I could be. The wolf had never reared himself so much, never marked anyone. He had bitten one person before; that person now lived at Havencroft. He hadn't wanted to change you, fuck I didn't know if he could. You were an Angel but his teeth marks, along with mine, were evident.

My tongue continued until I reached your chin; it slid over and to your mouth. Lips on lips. Tongues tied together.

Wings: Whichever one of you can't get enough of me, I'm very much into it. *I smirked just as your mouth found mine, feeling a little frisky. My body torques, and I flip us over, so I'm on top. My knees planted firmly into the mattress on either side of your thighs, still keeping that grinding going between us.

We both had that need for friction, the pressure of having our balls pressed against each other's, our dicks rutting over the other as well. I didn't know how long you'd let me stay on top, but I sure as fuck was going to lay it on you while I could. My teeth snap at your lips as I pull back to look down into those golden hues, smirking like hell.*

See what you both do to me?

Luc: My whole body moved unexpectedly; then, my back was sinking into my mattress. Adrenaline shot through my veins; a growl rumbled in my chest. There you were, sat above me, on my thighs, held in place with yours. Your body cast in the moonlight, my woven eyes not bothered by the dim light. My hands slid up your thighs.

“I do see,” I replied. I could feel your dick rutting against mine, balls rubbing against each other. Fuck. My fingers dug into your arse cheeks. My muscles twitched; the wolf didn't like being confined, but I kept him in check for now.

Wings: *My hands smooth down over your chest, your abs, letting both thumbs trace that cut V in your pelvis. My eyes flick down to watch as my dick rutted alongside yours, both dicks having that little glistening drop of arousal in the slits.

I rolled my hips and pressed back into your hold as my fingers tiptoed up your torso and drew over your throat.* I wonder if my mark would stay on you like yours did on me..

*My fingertips glow softly, tracing down to the dip in your throat, my eyes meeting yours again, the blues of mine glowing a little more with the Angel inside me.*

Luc: The words had just left your lips, your fingertips glowing; my eyes just noticed the blue glowing as they flipped to yours when a feral growl ripped from my throat; my hands roughly grabbed your wrists and flipped you off me. My spine cracked as I hovered above you; golden flashes sparked in my eyes.

Your body splayed below me, below the wolf. I glared into those eyes of yours.

“Don't do that again.” The words tangled up in growls. My dick twitched, and my knees moved your torso. My knees pinned your arms to the bed as my hands released your wrists; I lowered my hips, my dick pressed against your lips, and my hips pushed.

Wings: *I wasn't sure which part got me in trouble, but I was distracted by the fact that your dick was at my lips again. Maybe I can gain forgiveness this way. I smirked and opened my mouth enough for you to glide your length into my mouth.

My hands pinned in place by your knees, my mouth now filled with your cock, I was beyond pleased with this.. my lips smirking around your dick, trying to glide my lips up towards your balls and then back down again to your tip. I used the tip of my tongue to trace over the thick head as my eyes met yours again right before I swallowed every inch of you down into my throat.*

Luc: My fingers dug into the edge of the bed; I dropped my head to watch, my hips pressed down, and I watched as my dick disappeared into the void of your mouth; those blue eyes of yours flashed at me as your throat opened to me.

The muscles across my back shuddered under the skin; my biceps etched as they held my weight, and my hips jerked back and forth, my teeth clenched as my bulbous head slid back and forth through your throat. Grunt. My fingers grasped the edge of the mattress. Growl. As your tongue made contact with my tip.

Wings: *I used my tongue to stroke over every single inch of your dick. Your hips working, sending you in and out of my eager mouth. Seeing and hearing you like this was such a fucking turn on. The wolf spoke through you in all your actions, all your sounds. Those fucking grunts, those growls.

My dick ached, just merely at the sound of your growls. My throat took punches of your thick tip. I’d gag softly around you, throat hugging your tip as I do.

I never closed my eyes, keeping them on you the whole time as I watched you. You were so fucking sexy.*

Luc: My hips continued relentlessly; even knowing you’d gagged, I didn't stop. I knew the warmth I felt would be from your tongue and spit.

“Wrap your fucking hand around your dick, Wings; I want to watch your face.”

I removed one leg allowing your arms freedom to let you do what I’d told you; I frowned and growled, stopped my hips thrusting. I slid my dick from your mouth, spit and precum dripped from the end and across your face as I climbed over you. My feet hit the floor as my hands slipped under your arms, sliding you down the bed until your head was titled off the end.

I pressed my dick back into your mouth with a loud growl. My eyes on your hand around your dick.

Wings: *As soon as I begin doing as I'm told, you're pulling away and yanking me down to the end of the bed. I swallowed thickly. I knew what you wanted. My hand squeezes my dick tight, trying to slow the throbbing as you sink back into my mouth.

From this position, you could fuck my throat deep, moaning, hoping you knew that I wanted that. My hand starts stroking over my dick as you used my mouth as you wanted. My lips tighten, giving you that added sensation along with my tongue stroking over your throbbing veins. Jesus fuck. You were hard as a rock. I close my eyes and tilt my head just back enough to give you a straight view of my throat and how you fill it from this angle.*

Luc: I felt your head tilt even further back for me; my eyes right now were on your long fingers, the way your thumb sat between your index and middle finger, the way your hand rose and fell on your shaft.

At first, my hips matched your strokes, my hips circling, that was until I dropped my head and looked between my abs; there was your chin tilted backwards, swallowing my dick. I couldn't control my thrusts once I saw the outline of my dick through the thinner skin of your throat.

I straightened my elbows. Fuck. The glorious sight of my hardness continually thrusting deep down into your throat. My bulbous head is way down in your larynx. You gagged around my end, and it didn't stop me; if anything, it spurred me on. My head looked up again, pre cum dripped from your slit, rolling down your length; I shot forward, my dick ramming completely down your airway, and I licked away your seed.

Wings: *I steadily worked over my dick as yours relentlessly fucked my throat. The way you did it, I knew I would come faster than usual. This was so primal, raw, hunger. I was so damn turned on right now with streams of precum trickling down along my shaft. For you.

I wasn't ashamed of gagging, hell no, even as my eyes watered, spit dripping down my cheeks, I happily and eagerly kept my head where it was so you could have me just like this.

And then you shoved your cock down my throat, all but choking me as you reached your body forward to lick my cum from my tip. I moaned deeply around your thick cock, barely able to breathe with being filled with you, but I still made it known how much I enjoyed you. I roughly grab my balls to give them a tug as my hips writhe, tip of my dick swollen to the point of being purple and ready to blow at any second.*

Luc: My length pulsated deep inside that throat of yours say hips jerked. My bulbous tip ached like a motherfucker, and you were going to get my load.

“Cum!” I knew without seeing my reflection; my eyes had changed colour. Spit and precum ran down my balls; the silence of the broken by the moans, growls and gagging. Fuck. Your gag reflex caught my tip, tightening and loosening, tightening and loosening. Fuck. I threw my head back; my hips threw forward. Thrust, circle, thrust, circle. Leg and stomach muscles tense, then I felt it, my cum rushing down my length as my split spat out streams of warm ribbons. Throb. Fuck.

My head dropped down. “I fucking want it,” I growled, my mouth suck down your length, mouth opening wider to encompass your fingers as well. I leant my body weight on one hand, and the other tugged your balls. My hips began to slow as the last of my cum departed deep inside you. Just where I wanted it.

Wings: *I was already split seconds away from losing my grip when you yelled for me to come. But when I felt your seed flood my mouth and coat my throat, the first swallow had me rushing right off that cliff.

Your mouth envelopes my cock, and just then, my cum begins spurting free. I moaned all around your cock as my release took hold of me, swallowing your load between those sounds of pleasure. I moved my fingers and let my hips lift to give you every inch of my dick. Fuck. The tug on my balls sent that pleasure deeper for me, dick aching, emptying into your mouth as I throbbed against your tongue.

My tongue cleaned over every inch of your length, sucking to make sure I get every drop of your seed.*

Luc: A divine pleasure came over me when your hips rolled upwards, and your dick implanted itself deep in my throat. My hands grasped your hips, keeping you in place as your seed went down my throat, greedily drinking it all down. I had caused it. Told you to give it to me. My tongue ran down your shaft, licking, cleaning at every inch.

My hips had come to a standstill, so I pulled back, sliding my dick out of your mouth, allowing you to move your neck. Once I’d taken what I wanted from your dick, I sucked along the shaft and then sucked your balls none too gently, pushing myself over onto my back. I held out my hand, took yours and pulled at your body until it was the right way around and pulled you into my arms.

Wings: *I felt you swallow around my dick, taking every drop I had. I let out a soft groan as you pulled your length from my mouth and sucked at my balls. The groan sounded hoarse from the way you'd fucked my throat, but I didn't mind it one damn bit.

I felt you land on the bed, and I held onto your hand as you tugged me around to lay with you. Your arms soon after slipping around me. My arm drapes over your middle as I tuck myself against your side, landing a few kisses on your bare chest.

There were no words at the moment. Just a set of heartbeats that sounded out in my ears, taking their time to slow down back to their usual pace. I rested my head against your shoulder, closing my eyes. No words could ever describe how this makes me feel. I wouldn't even know where to start.*

Luc: I felt the weight of your arm lay across me; I lifted my arm and placed it over yours. I looked down and saw your eyes closed; my eyes drifted to the moon, which still lit up the room. Its moonbeams danced off the glass across the wooden floor. I listened to your breathing as your normal rhythm returned, as my own had.

My arm tightened around your body. I wondered how you'd handle Havencroft. An Angel. I turned on my side, the wolf pacing inside, and I pulled your body closer; my leg slid over yours, spare arm slid under you and wrapped itself around you tightly. Your eyes still closed, I gave a soft growl. Mine. I closed my eyes, my body surrounding yours.

Wings: *Your body wrapped around me, the warmth of your flesh added to my own. Arms tight, completely holding me, a leg hooked over my body. You kept me as close as possible. It was welcomed every time.

I felt that growl. I felt it through my flesh, through into my bones. It felt like home. My face tucked into your chest, the warmth breathing you in completely. There was nothing else I could ask for than this moment. All I needed was you. It didn't matter if it was your bed, the woods, the couch or the table. As long as it was you and it was me, everything else was inconsequential.*

Luc: Dreams flickered through my subconscious, but every time my eyes opened, you were there, curled into me. My nose sunk deep into your hair, inhaling you, making sure you were real. I closed my eyes again; this happened every time I went back to Havencroft; this wasn't a new phenomenon to me.

You’d be going with me this time; you'd be going willingly. I had to call my Alpha in the morning; I inhaled you, he would be surprised. I felt a smirk spread across my lips and wrapped my arms even tighter.

Wings: *I didn't know how long I had been asleep, our bodies in the same spot as before. You were wrapped all around me like a protective cocoon. I smiled sleepily. My face tucks against your neck before I doze back off again.

Dreams came and went. Visions of water, the Wolf and the woods. Bite marks. Now etched in my skin with the Wolf and your mark, you smirk at me. My wings were spread out around me, my fingers tracing over the marks of you. The Wolf takes over and runs through the woods, heading for the water. I take flight and follow him. It was a lovely dream.*

#TBC #TheWolfAndTheAngel PT12

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Wings: *The bite made me hiss through gritted teeth, my aching cock fitting in your palm through my jeans begged for more.

But your teasing ends, and you back away, leaving me panting like a pathetic, needy man. Fucker.*

Yes.. I got something all nice for us. *I push off the door and head back through the kitchen, motioning for you to follow me.

As we head up to my apartment, I glance back at you and grin.* I hope you like it.

*I open my door and head back to the door down the hall that leads to my roof. When I open the door, the whole setup comes into view. I was proud of this. I wanted to make something nice for you.

The whole corner is all set up with lights and comfy places to sit and for us to hang out.*

Have a glass of champagne, and then I need you naked. *I picked up the bottles of oil and showed you.* I owe you a massage.

Luc: I followed you through the kitchen and then up the stairs; I looked at you when you glanced back. “Wings, I have no doubt I will.” I walked down the hallway, still following you, and then you opened the door.

I looked around as soon as the door opened; I couldn't help but smile. The candles and oil lamps flickered in the wisp of a breeze; the lights you’d hung around cast shadows and looked like more stars in the sky. As we approached the rug, the towel, champagne and glasses came into view. Then you were showing oils.

“Just like that?” I cocked a brow and smirked. I lifted my jumper over my head, removed my shirt and then my trousers. I wasn't one for being a prude; my clothes never lasted long. I poured us both champagne and handed you one.

Wings: Yes. Just like that. *I swallowed back a groan as I watched you undress for me, realizing just how hard you were as well. I avert my eyes with another thick swallow.

As you pour us some champagne, I follow suit by getting naked as well. I tug my shirt off first easily, but I was careful as I unzipped and freed my dick. I cursed. Thank fuck I was done with these jeans for the night. I stepped out of them and toed my clothes over with the pile of yours.

I take the glass you offer with a grin, letting my eyes drink in every inch of your bared skin. Damn.. I couldn't wait to rub you down with oil. I lift my glass, clinking it to yours.* Thank you for coming and spending the night with me. I hope the wait was worth it.

*I winked and take a sip of mine.*

Luc: I watched you undress and how slowly you removed your jeans, it was only the zip part, but the satisfaction it gave made me smirk. My eyes slid down your body, pausing now again; when I reached your dick, I could practically see it throbbing from where I stood.

I looked up at the sky; yes, there weren't as many or as bright, but the sky was perfectly clear. My eyes looked around the rooftop; how comfortable and cute it was, then my eyes flicked to you, and I smiled. “I'm sure it will be.”

Wings: Ohh. Almost forgot. *I held up a finger and went to rummage through my jeans for my phone. I went over and plugged my phone into the Bluetooth speaker thing, putting my Playlist on shuffle.*

See. I really did try and think of everything, Blondie. *I took another drink of my champagne, grinning over at you, my eyes watching. Always watching.*

I wanted something nice for you. I know you'd rather be at home and I'd rather be there too. *I chuckled and took a couple of steps towards you.*

Luc: I watched as you began rummaging through your jeans, a slight frown on my forehead. Wings couldn't have forgotten anything. This was perfect. When the music started to play, I smiled.

“Wings, this is perfect. As you stepped towards me, I put out a hand and grabbed your wrist, pulling you to me; I crushed my lips to yours, my tongue not asking but demanding to be let in, and when your lips parted, my tongue was straight in. My arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you to me. I wasn't going to ease the throb of your dick yet; I could feel your head against my stomach; it was wet and probably had been most of the night. I growled at that thought.

Wings: *A grunt meets your lips as you tug me against you, my arm slipping around your shoulder. I wanted the kiss, lips giving to your will, accepting your tongue eagerly. My body pressed against yours, no mistaking the effect you had on me as my dick shoves against your stomach. I swear you could feel every throb as we kissed.

I let my fingers slip up into your hair, playing in those curls that hang from how you have it up. I softly suck at the tip of your tongue as we kiss, groaning at the taste of champagne, and you all mixed in at once.*

Luc: I slid my hand up your back until I reached the nape of your neck, my hand wrapped around it, my lips revoked themselves from yours, nose edging up your chin, the front of your neck open to me. My lips kissed the soft skin that was there.

My hips pressed inwards and upwards; the friction I was causing myself, I was causing you too. I could feel the hair on my head getting together; I growled and then dropped both arms to your thighs, lifting you around my waist. My hands tightly holding your arse, I moved and hand so my finger could massage the muscles between your cheeks.

Wings: *When you go for my neck, I could feel myself melting, even more, the feel of your lips on my throat, groaning out. When you lift me and my legs wrap around your waist, my arms slip around your strong shoulders.

I groaned against your lips, your finger slipping between my cheeks and teasing that tight rim. My tongue teases your lips, bites, more groans, unable to hold them back. My dick was firmly pinned between our stomachs, leaking precum between your abs.*

Luc: My chest was smeared with your precum, my dick not doing much better right now, but your tongue began teasing me. Every time you groaned, my finger ran around the rim of your muscle. I could tease you all night, have you cum, but that wouldn't be fair. You had a plan and had spent a lot of time doing this for us tonight. My hands went back to your arse cheeks, gripping them tightly as my tongue sunk back, deep into your mouth.

I walked over to the rug you’d laid out and lowered us both to the floor; I hovered over you, my eyes salaciously taking in every inch of you. I growled, my head dipped to your stomach, and my tongue made slow work of cleaning the pre cum off your stomach. Yours, mine.

Wings: *The teasing of my ass had me rolling my hips, adding to that friction between us. By the time you stopped and grabbed my ass, kissing me again, I was panting. There was no one that could get me going like you, fucking exhilarating.

You lay us down on that rug, and your mouth goes to my stomach, licking it clean. I bit at my swollen bottom lip as I watched you. You were so damn hot I couldn't even believe my own eyes sometimes.

My fingers softly sink into your curls, grinning wide.* I could watch you all night, handsome.

Luc: I lift my head, tongue protruding from my mouth still attached to your stomach and wiggles my brows at you. I felt my lips turn into a partial smirk around my tongue. My eyes stay looking into yours; I think torture of the most exquisite kind should be on the menu tonight.

My tongue heads an inch downwards. An inch and there was your head, still weeping, my eyes still not left yours, watching intently. The tip of my tongue traces the edges of your bulbous head, round and round, slowly. Then ghosts across the end, going through the slit.

That would do for now; your head was clean.

Wings: *Sweet fucking hell. The eye contact would always kill me with you. You didn't just look into my eyes and lock in my attention. You commanded it. And I obeyed. So very willingly.

I never broke that eye contact with you, even when you were using your tongue to tease the very tip of my cock. My entire body shudders, and still, I hold my eyes on yours. The tip of your tongue swipes through the slit of my tip, and I knew you had my taste on your tongue. I'd been dripping all night because of you.

I sat up on my elbows, still watching you, eyes glowing bright blue through the darkness.*

Kiss me, Lucian.. *I needed one more kiss before I had you stretched out for a massage.*

Luc: Your glowing blue eyes looked as though stars had landed on the rooftop with us. I heard your request, debated with myself. The tip of my tongue gave one last sweep through your slit after you’d asked for a kiss; I didn't return my tongue to my mouth. I walked up your body in my hands, leaning my head forward; I held out my tongue so you could taste you on me.

My lips followed my tongue once you'd sucked it; the kiss wasn't as demanding as before. It was a sensual kiss, slow lips parting, tongues touching, dancing, caressing.

Wings: *I reached up with both hands, cupping your face as I leaned up to suck the taste from your tongue. That saltiness from my arousal, the warmth and silky wetness from your tongue. The whole mix was delicious.

I savored the kiss. It was meant to be savored. Slow movements from our tongues, massaging over one another's. My one hand cups the side of your neck. The kiss was perfect, everything I needed right here tonight. Did my dick ache? Yes. Was it all because of you? Absolutely. You knew that.. I knew that. But if I could spend the whole night kissing you, I would, and I would be the luckiest bastard alive.

My other hand slips up to let your hair free from its hair tie, letting those curls fall free for my fingers to explore once again as we kiss.*

Luc: I felt my hair become free from its bind, curls flowing, and those digits of yours become entangled. It only added to the kiss. The tip of my tongue slid along your tastebuds, leaving a taste of you, of me for you to savour. The flexibility of our tongues touching, wrapping around each other, stopping now and again to take in a deep breath, our noses seemingly not allowing a full lungful of air.

The kiss lingered. Aching dicks, aching bodies. Right now, none of that mattered; what mattered was the kiss.

Wings: *My fingers slowly caress through those now freed curls, tenderly stroking fingertips into them and letting them wound around my digits. My other hand was still at the side of your neck, thumb tracing your throat, pulsing vein right there, blood racing as my own was.

The taste of you was something I'd never get enough of, between breaths, our lips would part, there'd be tender bites to swollen lips but then right back into our kiss. The hunger was still there, it was mutual between us, but this time we savored each other slowly.*

Luc: The kiss slowed, shorter tongue strokes, longer pecks, the bites subsided to nips, then grazes. Sucks of our own lips, tasting each other on ourselves. I pressed up on my arms, sitting back on my haunches. My hand reached over and touched your cheek; I watched your chest rise and fall, deep breaths from our prolonged kissing. I smiled. "Sometimes those are needed." I chuckled. "You mentioned a massage; I think I'm about ready," I smirked. "I know your hands are." I chuckled again. Our night under the stars, here at your place, would be just as good as the woods. Just different. A wolf on a roof with an angel. The world was a wondrous place.

Wings: Those are definitely needed. *I sat up slightly, my legs tucking beneath me to sit up on my knees in front of you. My hands smooth up over your chest, a smile on my kiss swollen lips.* mmh.. my hands are definitely ready. Do you want to start on your back or your front? This is a full body massage, and I'll not miss any part of this body of yours.

*My tongue swipes over my lips, humming softly as I reach for one of those big pillows for you to rest your head on whichever side you choose to start on.

The music continues playing from the speaker I have connected to my phone. The atmosphere was perfect, relaxing, and everything I wanted it to be for you.*

Luc: I face planted the pillow, which wasn't my greatest accomplishment; my dick got squashed on the floor; I groaned but continued to stay on my stomach.

I closed my eyes; dirty blonde curls splayed on the pillow, left precisely where they'd landed when my head hit the pillow. I straightened my arms and legs and let the music you'd picked travel on the breeze as I listened to it.

Wings: *I chuckled as you went face first into the pillow, your ass having the slightest bounce. I grab my bottle of oil and straddle the backs of your thighs, drizzling some of that oil across your shoulder blades.

My hands glide up over your back, letting my fingers collect some of that oil and move along the tendons. My fingertips trace along your spine to tenderly work your lower back then right back up your spine. I admired your body. It was a masterpiece in toned muscle, perfectly tanned even your ass. As much as I craved every inch of you, this wasn't a means for me to be sexual with you, but to worship your body with my hands, to make you feel my complete adoration.

I carefully swept your gorgeous curls off the back of your neck to knead the flesh there gently, adding pressure as I worked into some of the tendons there.*

Luc: I made sounds that could have been grunts, your fingers moulding my muscles as they moved, pressure on tendons, grunts turned to groans. My shoulders moving in time with your palms. My muscles stretched under my skin. The wolf elongated himself, his body arching to your touch.

Damn, fuck. Your fingers felt like magic.

Wings: *I let my thumbs glide down on either side of your spine until I reach your lower back, dipping into those delicious dimples you have right about your ass. I take my time, savoring those sounds coming from you, driving me to need to cause even more.

My palms rub over your hips and down your thighs, then back up over your ass. What a perfectly tight ass, fingertips kneading taut flesh thoroughly before going back up your back.*

Luc: My back lifted from the floor, pressing into the pressure of your thumbs, each vertebra curling into your thumbs until you reach the bottom of my spine. My hips lifted as you came to the dimples in the bottom of my spine; a growl escaped. My body continued to react to the care your hands were giving it. My arse rose even further as your fingers kneaded into the muscle, tender fingers splaying with pressure in the right places. My thighs tense and relax, tense and relax to the feel of you. My head changed sides, and I groaned again, thoroughly enjoying the experience.

Wings: *I smiled to myself each time I heard your groan, fingers enjoying the privilege of getting to spoil you like this and making you feel good.

After a while of working over your shoulders, neck and back, I leant down to whisper against your ear.* I'm going to shimmy down and work on your legs, handsome.

*With that, I placed a kiss on your neck and did just that. With a quick shift, I was sitting on my knees between your legs, working on the inner, outer and backs of your thighs. Each getting thoroughly massaged, each ass cheek part of it as I worked that muscle over too.*

Luc: I moved my legs for you, so you could nestle between them. The feeling of your fingers digging into the muscles of my legs was just the right amount, and I found myself trying to stretch them out further. The groans only got louder as they pulled, pressed, kneaded. My inner thigh, outer thigh, back of my legs. Tense muscles, relaxed. My arse cheeks lift into the fingers, massaging them, the friction and pressure perfect.

Wings: *I moved to the other leg, giving your thigh the same attention there. Nimble fingers kneading your flesh, starting at your calf and up behind your knee to the back of your thigh before moving to the outside and along your hip. I glance up at your body as I tenderly move to the inside of your thigh, barely brushing your dick as I move up along it. I move up to giving a final rub over your ass, both palms smoothing up your flesh.*

You ready to turn over, Lucian?

Luc: I stretched my whole body out when you asked me if I was ready to turn over. My fingers and toes dug in the rug below me, and then I flipped over, making sure I pulled my knees up so I didn't knock you. My legs opened and placed you back in the middle of them.

“Sure am, Wings.”

Wings: *I chuckled, letting your legs settle around me as I stayed on my knees, letting my hands smooth along your shins before I grabbed the oil and slather it on my hands.

When I am ready, I start working from your feet up to your knee and then your thighs again. Softly working fingertips glide along your inner thigh, staying clear of your length. Yes, of course, I was tempted. Yes, of course, I looked. But this wasn't about sex. I was committed to making you feel incredible.

I switch to the other leg, starting at your feet and up again to your thighs before I straddle them to begin working on your abs and chest.*

Luc: I laid on my back and put my hands behind my head, a grin on my face as your hands did their work. I knew you were looking at my dick; hell, you couldn't miss the fucking thing, but you carried on, not making it sexual. My eyes closed, and I let your touch sink into my muscles and the sloth like wolf deep inside.

The wolf was enjoying this as much as I was; I had never had a massage before, fuck who wants to massage a wolf? Apparently, an angel did. We both laid there my skin, my muscles being spoiled while the wolf felt everything.

Wings: *I took great care in working tenderly over your abs and chest like my fingertips were mapping out every inch of your and committing it to my memory. As if I already didn't know every bit of you. My hands wanted to learn again.

Usually, your hands were on me. Your mouth on me. And I craved it every single time you did so. But this was my chance to savor your body. And I didn't miss an inch of you. After thoroughly massaging over your stomach and chest, I work over your shoulders and the sides of your neck. My body now leaning over yours, using my fingers to knead the flesh slowly, sensually. I dipped my mouth to brush my lips over yours.*

Luc: My eyes remained closed; I laid relaxed as hell. Fingers caressing, manipulating, adoring every muscle in my torso. It was like something I’d never felt before; the only manipulating my muscles usually got was being twisted and pulled as I changed forms; this was completely different. This was heaven.

I felt your lips brush mine after your weight moved, my lips brushed against yours, my head lifting, sighting off the pillow. My teeth caught your lip. I opened one eye, my lips still able to grin.

Wings: *I was glad I was just about finished because I was being so good and not trying to get sidetracked by my own wants, my own needs. My fingers continue kneading at your neck and shoulders, but I cave into that need, tug my lip from your teeth and kiss that gorgeous grin.*

You feeling nice and relaxed, Lucian? *I mumbled against your lips, tongue teasing across them before I pulled back and looked down into your eyes. I couldn't help the grin that claims my lips. My hand comes up and cups the side of your neck, using my thumb to smooth over your throat.*

Luc: I made some noise which could have been words of agreement with your statement. I’d never felt so relaxed; even your thumb massaging into my throat was relaxing, my hands still behind my head; I wasn't sure that my muscles could hold the weight of them.

I opened both eyes and looked into those blue eyes; a lazy grin spread across my lips. “I think you've immobilised me.” I gave a small chuckle.

Wings: *I smirked at your words, kissing your lips again.* oh, I think that means you're at my mercy.

*I glide my hand down between your legs and tease my fingertips from your balls to the tip of your dick. My mouth kisses along your jaw until I'm buried in the curve of your neck. My hand, still oiled up, wraps around your length and gives a couple of slow strokes.*

May I? *I whispered against your ear just as my thumb glides through the slit of your cock before stroking back down to the base of it. My teeth nip at your neck, along your ear, tongue tracing it nice and slow.*

Luc: My hips rose as your hand stroked my length; the slowness caused a long slow groan as my mouth opened. I felt your tongue tracing my ear, each curve of edge; my hand came from behind my head, placing it on the back of your head.

“I wouldn't say totally at your mercy,” I said in a low whisper. My fingers entangled in that dark hair of yours, I held your head gently, allowing your tongue to continue on its path. I moved my hips again in answer to your question.

Wings: *The feel of your hand on the back of my head made me groan against your ear. With each slow stroke, I gave a brush of my thumb over your swollen tip. I took my time. Not to tease you but to prolong your pleasure for as long as I could. Having just this little bit of control, I would savor it.

My mouth moves to your throat, your hand staying in my hair, fingers buried in there. I loved that feeling. My tongue drags up from the dip in your throat up to and over your Adam's apple to bite at your chin. The bites trail along your jaw back to the other side of your neck. Each taste of you elicits another groan.

My hand continues moving over your length, giving your balls a fondle here and there between strokes. My mouth hovering against your ear.* So hard for me, Lucian.. you feel so good in my hand.

Luc: My head pushes into the pillow below me, the pillow raising as though to capture my ears. Groans, moans, murmurs, my tongue sliding along my bottom lip, your hair still captured by my fingers. My dick throbbed as though thanking you for your touch.

Your words dropped into my ear, a growl ringing out into the air as I turned my head, my lips seeking yours. My tongue ran along your lips. My hips continued to rock with your strokes, my balls tightening. My legs widening giving your hands the movement they need.

Wings: *I happily kiss you back, tightening my hold on your dick just at the base of it to hold off that release of yours. Your hips told me that you were revving up. To say I wanted this to be intense for you would be an enormous understatement.

Keeping my lips on yours, I shift my body slightly to nudge between your thighs with my hips. My free hand gives a tug to your balls before massaging them and then tracing my fingers from your sac and between the parting of your ass.

The kiss intensifies, kissing you deeper, more eager, the hunger fueling my tongues movements. I let my fingers continue gliding up and down your length, stroking over every inch of your full and heavy dick just as I slowly start massaging your tight rim. Taking my time.*

Luc: Those fingers around my pulsating dick. Growls. The tug on my balls. Growls. The kiss deepening, more wanton, tongue becoming firmer, softness disappearing from the edge, a battle of dominance in our mouths. Your thumb dipping into my slit; glorious pain has my hips bucking into your hand. Hisses.

I felt your finger massaging the rim of my arse; I grinned through the kiss; my other hand reached down and placed your hand on my balls and pulled your forearm. Pain. My legs opened more. Your fingers playing perfectly. Fuck.

Wings: *You moved my hand, and I didn't let myself skip a beat. With one hand jerking you off, the other caressing your heavy balls, my passion drove me to send you over that edge of ecstasy. You kept edging your legs apart. My knees aid in that by pinning them apart to completely have you open for me. My mouth parts from yours briefly as we come up for air between kisses, trading bites with your lip, savoring your growls, your groans, your pleasure.

I sat up, wanting to watch your face, to watch your body jerk, shudder and fall apart for me. I glance down and see your swollen cock being worked over by one hand and my palm filled with your balls. My eyes went back to yours, intently, locking eyes with you to see that moment you let go for me.*

Luc: My dick throbbed; my nodded eyes which were having difficulty staying open, looked into those blues ones of yours; they shone brightly. My teeth bit into my lip, fuck. My hips began jerking, keeping up with the rhythm you’d set. My hands grabbed at your thighs as my chest began to move more quickly; I pressed my head into the pillow below me, gasping at the air between growls. Fuck.

The tips of my fingers dug into the muscle of your thighs. “Wings,” I growled as a rush of cum shot up my length, fucking hell, I wasn't going to last much longer. A brow cocked as the intensity of our stare increased; I knew what you wanted, and as my thighs tensed, every muscle in my body followed suit. My hips jerked, my dick pulsed, unable to hold back, it released what it had been holding back.

Wings: *I watched as piece by piece you began to grow rigid, tensing of muscles, releasing of muscles, twitching thighs, jerking hips. A well orchestrated body of my doing. I licked my lips and watched as you gave in to the pleasure, feeling your balls react right before your cock began pulsing against my palm.

Hot ribbons of seed flow from your swollen tip, your fingers desperately gripping at my thighs as you come so beautifully for me. The whole process had me on edge the whole time, seductive for both of us. As I watched you writhe and ache beneath me, the utter satisfaction of pleasing you was something that would be seared in my memory forever.

I lean down and lick from your balls, up your length, over your thighs and your stomach, greedy for not wanting any drop of you to go to waste. When you were properly cleaned from my mouth, I sucked softly at the tip of your dick before placing a kiss on it. I grinned at you, my palms smoothing over your stomach as I shift to lay out beside you.*

Luc: The relaxation hit hard; it was as though my muscles remembered their previous state; they didn't want to move. Deflated. I felt your tongue swirling, licking and knew you were cleaning me up. My seed. My cum. Cleaning me free from the mess you’d made. Your hands. Your touch. A lazy grin spread across my lips; those muscles were the only ones able to move.

Your lips slid down the head of my dick; the nerve endings flew; I inhaled deeply. Fuck. Tender. Oversensitive. When your body moved again, the palm of your hand slid up my stomach as you lay beside me.

A brow cocked as you looked over at me; I lifted my hand, brushed my thumb over those lips of yours, the lips that had just been at my dick. I grinned. My body moved quickly and swiftly, atop of yours. My arms on either side of your head. I licked my lips. Suddenly those muscles remembered how to work. I dropped my head; my tongue trailed back and forth across your chest. Salty, warm skin caressed my tongue.

“Wings.”

Wings: *As your thumb glides across my lips, my smile grows. I was just about to press a soft kiss to it when you moved, now hovering over me. I chuckled at first until your tongue began drawing across my chest.

I laid my head back on the same pillow you had rested on, letting out a soft groan as you said my name. My body didn't believe in mercy when it came to you. There was no holding back. I would give you anything you wanted if you asked. But with you, it was more you took exactly what you wanted, and I was more than okay with that.

My hand reaches to comb my fingers through your curls, chest rising to meet your mouth, desperate for more.*

Luc: My tongue continued around your muscular torso; it curved around the muscles, traced their shape; now and again, my tongue would recede, allowing my lips to touch your warm skin. Your long fingers pushed through my hair as my lips opened on one of your nipples, sucking it into my mouth. Tongue sweeping across the nub until it yielded and stood for me. My dick began to throb, as every now again yours pressed into my abs, wet.

My teeth grazed your nipple as my mouth released its hold. My attention swapping to the other side, the other nipple getting the same attention. My teeth grazed that nipple, too and then headed for the centre of your chest, moving downwards.

Wings: *Your warm, wet tongue traces over my skin, igniting little fires in its wake. Fires where my skin would prickle up into chills, goosebumps covering my body quickly.

As your mouth comes up to my chest, your attention to each nipple leaves me groaning out and each muscle reacting with flexing and twitches. Each time your body would shift, even the slightest bit, my dick gained that friction and ached for more. I'd feel your teeth just barely over each nipple, causing me to curse softly under my breath. As your mouth moves to my chest, my fingers continue combing through your hair, letting my eyes close as my head relaxes back onto the pillow.*

Luc: The centre of your torso, so defined by the muscles you bear, my tongue uses it as a guide, a map of gluttony, flesh for the tongue. Mine makes the most of it, travelling slowly downwards, my arms bending as I prop myself on my elbows. The encompassment of your belly button as my tongue falls in it licks and bites against the skin that dares to halt my destination. Lip surrounds it, sucking at it, languishing in the taste of you.

My head moving further down, nipping at the tender skin and the ladder of hairs from your belly button to your pelvis. As I move further, your wet bulbous head presses under my chin and moves with me, the throbbing head digging into the skin under my chin. It didn't stop me until I nestled my nose into the soft hair around your base. My mouth opened and wrapped around the thickness while my fingers tweaked those still hardened nipples.

Wings: *The further you slid down my body. I lost my fingers in your hair as you became out of reach. I tucked my hands behind my head as you had when you laid here. I wanted just to lay back and let you have whatever it is that you wanted tonight. I was already aching from having been so hard all damn day and then all your teasing at the bar. There were a couple of times I could have just come in my pants right in front of you.

Thankfully I held off. By some fucking miracle, I did. And now everything felt so damn good that it amplified the pleasure. Your tongue delving into my navel, I groaned, nipping a trail down further until I felt you at the hilt of my dick. Fucking hell. The feel of your mouth. And then a hiss as you tease my nipples again, cock throbbing within your mouth.*

Luc: My tongue licked from the soft, tender skin of your stomach upwards, the hard, throbbing length of your dick. My mouth moved slowly, lips feeling the throbbing veins beneath them; they swelled and contracted, blood rushing through them. I growled loudly. My tongue pressed against them, one at a time, the pressure against it making me hard again. My tongue came to a stop, an edge in the way, halting me. Damp. Wet. Salty. Your bulbous head, your precum. I lifted my head slightly, your eyes closed, your head where mine had been.

I opened my mouth, managed to smirk and then slid my tongue down your length to your balls, a shoulder edged under your thigh and lifted. Your leg lay over my shoulder; I sucked your balls into my mouth, the warmth in my mouth encouraging them to release a little. Suck. Suck. My hand slid up your thigh.

Wings: *The feel of your tongue tracing each vein of my dick causes a series of shudders to run through my body. I couldn't help it. It was as if your tongue was manipulating every nerve in my damn body. I was throbbing, wet from your tongue as you dipped further.

I felt your shoulder push and lift under my thigh. My leg drapes over your shoulder and rests there. My balls get sucked into your mouth, and I let out a loud groan.* fuck, Lucian..

*I sputter out, reaching for that hand of yours that slides up my thigh, linking my fingers with yours. My other hand clutches my hair, another groan.. a grunt.. your mouth working my balls through the skin, and I can feel my pulse aching through every inch of my dick with each suck to my balls. Fuck.. your mouth was going to be the death of me. I welcomed it. With open arms.*

Luc: My mouth eased, sucking on your balls. My tongue elongated from my mouth, flicking at that right rim of yours. That wasn't what I was after, though your body shuddered for me, a welcoming feeling. My lips allowed your balls to slip from my mouth, a kiss to your sac as my tongue ran up your pulsating length. At the top, the saltiness exploded on my tastebuds. Opening my lips, they sucked in your bulbous head, sliding downwards inch by inch. Your head pulsated against the inside of my mouth as it slid inside.

Your dick pushed aside my Ulva and tonsils, filling my throat; I had no gag reflex, so you sailed down my throat. I slid my fingers from our entanglement and slipped both hands to your arse cheeks. My head lifted slowly, sucking your length, tongue swirled over your slit and then sunk again. My teeth ran your length sometimes at others; it didn't. Up and down. Up and down. Saliva slid from the base of your dick, rolling down your balls, covering your tightness; my thumbs began manipulating the muscles.

Wings: *That little tease to my rim was a jolt to my system, sending nerves reacting throughout my entire body. Just as I was panting from that still, you let go of my balls and licked right up my length again. Only this time, your lips part, and you suck at the tip of it, causing a long shuddered groan to leave my lips. Fuck.

Your hands moved to my ass, and your mouth envelops my dick with warmth, wetness, heaven. I open my eyes, lifting myself slightly to watch you. Those perfect lips wrapped around my dick, running the length of it. Over every vein, over every ridge, your tongue tracing, driving me right into bliss.

You take me into the back of your throat, and I feel that silky interior surrounding my tip as your thumbs begin teasing tight muscles. The slight touch of teeth grazing over my cock almost made me lose myself. Hanging on even for a few more minutes would be difficult with how skilled that sinful mouth of yours was. But fuck.. it felt so good.*

Luc: My mouth alternated rhythm, soft and slow, long and hard. My thumbs pressed manipulated your muscles. Now and again, my mouth left your dick, nipped the smooth skin of your inside thigh and then went right back to your dick.

The sounds you made, groans, moans like music being left on the air. Your precum seeped from your dick, coating my throat every time I swallowed you. The pulsating of your veins got faster, your hardness harder. I swallowed your precum, wanting more. My thumb broke through your tightness, and I groaned. A mouthful of dick and finger full of arse.

Wings: *The way your mouth worked over my length, this battle of wills would be one I'd happily lose. Muscles tighten and twitch with each move of your mouth, my dick throbbing against your tongue as you lick over each vein. The bite to my thigh made me whimper softly, knowing I was about to come.*

L-Lucian.. fuck. I can't hold back anymore.

*My words were low, breathless, desperate for you. The more you urge that thumb inside my ass, the quicker the finish line approaches. Until the levy breaks. My hips thrust just at that breaking point, fingers pushing into your hair as I sat up and watched you as my release took hold.

Hot thick jets of my seed flooded your mouth, every muscle tensing up and aching with the force of this pleasure. It had built up all day, all night, finally given to you so eagerly. My body was writhing. Your mouth receives every damn drop of cum, coating your tongue, filling your throat, giving you all I had.*

Luc: I heard your words; they didn't discourage me, only urged me on; I sucked harder, my tongue wrapped around your hardness tighter. I wanted it. My thumb had disappeared; it tantalised your prostate. Once your hips thrust, I knew your seed; your body was mine. I welcomed the coating of my throat. Your warm, saltiness filled it, and as I slowly came up your length, your seed continued to coat everything. My tonsils, my teeth, my mouth. You. Your taste. Your seed. It was mine.

I slid my thumb from your arse as my mouth and tongue continued to clean you. Every inch of that thick dick of yours, those balls which had relinquished their treasure to me. The muscles in your leg over my shoulder still shook, those abs twitched. My golden eyes looked into yours; satisfaction shone through from myself and the wolf.

Wings: *It felt like waves crashing over the shore over and over. The pulsing ache that comes with release kept throbbing, giving you everything I had. It had only been since last night since I came, but the build up with you made it feel even more incredible this time. The teasing from you had me hard as fuck all day, and you released me from that need.

By the time your eyes met mine, my face was flushed, and a stupid grin sat upon my lips. Damn, that felt good, you looked incredible doing it, and I enjoyed every fucking second. I was still draped over your shoulder with my leg. I couldn't move right now even if I wanted to. I grinned and ran my hand over my chest and my stomach, still feeling that afterglow and only needing one damn thing.* Kiss me, Wolf..

Luc: A brow cocked at your request, but my mouth twitched, and a grin appeared. “Are you sure you can cope with that?” I let your leg slip off my shoulder and pushed myself up onto all fours. The wolf inside rose, cocky bastard, sauntering around licking his lips, your taste as much his as mine.

My hands carried my body up to your torso until we were face to face. “You want to taste you in my mouth where your dick was, don't you?” I leant down and licked your face; my tongue moved down your jaw and then across your lips, pressing into your mouth. My tongue entwined with yours, dancing, caressing, massaging it.

Wings: *I watched as you stalked up my body on all fours. Very much the Wolf. That fucking grin on your face. Very much you. I nodded when you asked about being able to cope, my tongue swiping along my lips in anticipation of your mouth.

We were face to face and the heat, though we both had found pleasure, was still very much there between us.*

Yes.. *Was all I could manage to answer your second question. It was true. I wanted to taste myself on your tongue. You licked my face, my hand slipping along your back to cup the back of your neck just as your mouth met mine. Tongue meeting mine. Your taste. My taste. All right there in our kiss. Humans could never understand the arousing effect of being able to use your heightened senses to really savor every moment of someone you craved so deeply.*

Luc: My arms bent, allowing me to put my weight on my forearms as our kiss deepened, not in a raw sexual need but as a kiss should be. Tongues danced, savouring the flavour of each other, tastes mingling together. Breathes short on each other cheeks through noses. Fingers entangled or touching skin, stroking, caressing. Knees still in thigh muscles. A cool breeze is capturing the heat from our skin and taking it out over the city.

I nipped at your lip and lifted my head, grinning down at you. “Your dick feeling less like an unexploded bomb now?” I chuckled. I knew what I’d done to you since last night; your jeans attested to that earlier. You’d looked good with the hard-on. I chuckled, but my fingers stroked your face.

Wings: *I enjoyed it when we kissed like this. Something about it made me weak in the knees. It was just in the way you kissed me, I guess.

My fingers gently moving through your soft blonde curls as we kissed, one of my favorite things about kissing you. I couldn't help it. I laughed softly as you nipped at my lip and gave me another question. I grinned up at you, those golden eyes staring down into mine. I lean into your touch and nod.* My dick is doing much better now, thank you. *I lifted slightly just to kiss you again as if to thank you more or to thank your mouth or just to kiss you again because I wanted to.*

Luc: I returned the kiss, rolled my tongue along your bottom lip, smiled at how angelic you looked, ironic as you were an angel. A sinner of an angel in the salacious ways, my kiss deepened as though to prove my thoughts. The way your neck tilted upwards to my lips, I could feel your jawbone opening and closing, my tongue sweeping across one side of your mouth. I growled, my knees bending upwards under those thighs of yours.

The weight of your thighs on mine, I moved my hands down, playing them on your hips. Rolled my hips. Fuck. I slowed the kiss and lifted again, looking down at you. That face. Those blue eyes framed by dark brows, skin touched by the sun, your smile caused your under eye to hug your eyeball. You were so beautiful to look at. I rolled, and my body weight took you with me, curling you into me so we could look at the stars.

Wings: *Kissing you would be the best way to lose myself completely. All night. Every night. Hell yes. The pressure on my thighs from your knees made me groan into your mouth, your hands on me, the roll of your hips. I groaned again. The heat was rising again. That seemed to happen easily with us.

My hand smoothes over your chest as you pull back and look down at me. Fucking hell. The way your eyes saw me, it had to be something special. I felt that in my soul. The way you looked at me felt as if you could see me better than anyone has ever seen me. Was that true? Was it the Wolf's eyes? Was it yours? Or the combination of focal points gave you a true advantage in seeing me?

You rolled, I went with you, tucking myself against your side, laying my head back against your shoulder so I can look up at the stars with you.*

Luc: With your body weight against, your head on my shoulder, we both look up at the stars above. Now and again, I turn my head and look at you laid there. A smile sat upon your lips. Sated.

The beauty of the sky, it didn't matter where I was; it always looked perfect. An ocean of black, stillness, ready to turn volatile at any point. There was peace laid here with you; it didn't matter if it turned volatile. Somehow it would be okay.

Wings: *Orion seemed to shine brighter tonight. It was always my favorite constellation to spot in the sky. I wondered what yours was and glanced over at you. Your blonde curls hugged your beautifully sculpted face. Knowing the true feel of you, I couldn't blame them for staying so close.

I smiled and looked back up at the sky. Besides a few passing clouds, it wasn't as dim as I thought it might be here, but it definitely pales in comparison to the view from your place. There we would still be naked, yes. But we had a river to frolic in and fires to build and keep us warm throughout the evening.

It still didn't matter to me. Wherever we were, sharing a look at the night sky together made all the difference.*

Luc: “I could feel your eyes on me, Wings.” I chuckled as I tightened my arm around you; it seemed a little colder here. My body heat would keep you warm. We had been lucky to spend these nights together, out in the woods. I’d only spent nights with wolves; it was strange to have someone in the air, their wings spread following me.

I leant over and kissed the top of your head. I wasn't sure how long this would last, but while we could make the most of it, we would.

Wings: I steal glances of you a lot. *I softly spoke my admission, something I'm sure you already knew. Kind of like I knew when you looked at me. The prickle of hairs at the back of my neck told me when your eyes were on me. I liked it a lot.

My arms slip around your middle, just staring up at the stars, taking in your scent, your warmth, enjoying having you here with me. I was worried you wouldn't like it because it isn't your home, that worry has since quieted down in my mind. I enjoyed every moment, every sweet kiss and the feel of your arms around me.*

Luc: If anyone happened to find us here, on your roof, I wonder what they would think. Two naked men curled up in each other's arms. I grinned at the thought. The moon was high but not complete, Waning Gibbous was the correct name for it.

“You’ll have to come to HavenCroft with me one day.” My eyes didn't leave the moon. “I think you'll like it there.”

I’d only ever taken one person there; I'm a solitary bastard. “You’ll be able to fly like you can at my house. There may be a few wolves who will find it amusing.” I chuckled.

Wings: *I smiled at your words, glancing over at you as my lips brushed over your shoulder.* I'd like that. Amused wolves or not. I'd like that.

*I turned my eyes back towards the sky, knowing I'd go anywhere with you. Other wolves didn't scare me, I knew you wouldn't take me somewhere that could be dangerous to me. My fingers gently trace over your stomach, making sure to touch each muscle slowly before moving onto the other.

There was a silent comfort here between us. I could lay naked here in your arms for hours and never get bored, satisfied with feeling your warmth, breathing you in.*

Luc: I lay watching the sky, your fingers dancing across my stomach, mine ghosting up and down your arm. Sleep would claim us both soon just as it had on the mountain, the silence, the clouds, the stars, our lullaby.

I wrapped a leg around yours, brought my free arm up and placed it on yours. We were locked in for the night.

Wings: *You had me wrapped in your arms, a leg hooking me in. It was tranquil; it was comfortable, it was perfect with you just like this. We were fading fast, our hearts slowing along with our breaths. Listening to your heart as I curled myself against your more was lulling me to sleep.

Your scent. Your warmth. Your breaths. Your soft thumping in your chest. All sending me off to sleep, a gentle smile on my face.*

#TheWolfAndTheAngel PT11

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Luc: The glass wall was wide open as always; I could smell the rain in the air. Your scent swirled around me from my skin, but the molecules in the air had changed. You'd left. I threw open my closets, looking at what to wear.

“Fuck it.” I shrugged. Turning around and going to my bathroom. I didn't have a bathtub; the whole room was one big wet room. I hit the sensor on the wall, and water sprayed from everywhere. Droplets poured down my skin, the heat highlighting your scent on my skin. My dick twitched, and I palmed it, chuckling.

Wings: *By the time I got back to my apartment, Jason was waiting at the bar below for the delivery truck. It was near the weekend, and we needed to make sure we were all stocked up and ready.*

You're wearing the same clothes from two days ago, man.

*I flipped him the bird as I walked past him, needing that cold shower badly. He could handle the truck, and I needed to shower and get ready for tonight.*

Jason. I love you, man, but I will slap you if you keep giving me a hard time. *I narrowed my blue eyes on him once I hit the stairs to my apartment.* Thanks for taking care of the order, buddy. Lock up when you're done and enjoy your weekend off.

*With that, I made my way up the stairs and shut my door behind me. Fuck. Walking upstairs with a painful hard on was half pleasure, half pain. The friction told me it was critical to get into the shower. Now.

On my way back to the bathroom, I peeled my shirt off and unbuttoned my jeans, carefully pulling them off by the time I hit the bathroom. I smelled you so strongly on me. The clothes, my skin, in my mouth and on my tongue. My dick throbbed, and I got in the shower, hitting the cold water on full blast, praying for relief.*

Luc: The shower cooled me down and cleaned me up. I spent an hour in it. I decided in the end not to relieve myself either; I did chuckle to myself a couple of times, though, and nearly did.

I wandered back to my bedroom; the rain I’d smelt earlier had begun, the leaves outside my bedroom capturing the droplets until they were too heavy, releasing their treasure onto my wooden deck from my bedroom. I smiled and stood looking out, with no clothes or towel to cover me. It was heaven.

I ran my fingers through my hair, which was as near to a brush these dirty blonde curls got; grabbing a tie, I threw it up on the back of my head.

Clothes. Humans. Rain. A bar. I grabbed jeans, a shirt, a jumper and even a jacket. Fuck, could you get more human? I asked myself.

I stood looking in the mirror; I am a sexy fucker, even dressed as my best human self. In fact, more so. I slipped on my coat and slid from the house, through my property, heading to humanity and one damn angel.

Wings: *The shower eased my dick down to a manageable stiffness. But it was definitely still there wanting attention. I washed up and stood under the water until my fingers began to wrinkle. The only time I touched my length was to wash it and then slip it into a clean pair of jeans. I plucked a white t-shirt out of my closet that read "religion". A shirt that Jason got me only for the irony due to the fact that I was an Angel that was far from it. I could still smell the Wolf. The clothes I had taken off had filled my apartment with his scent. It wasn't long before it had affected me, the jeans showing me no mercy as my cock strained against the fly of them yet again. Fucking Wolf.

I glanced at the clock and ran my fingers through my wet hair, trying to put on my best game face. Yeah. This was going to be a very eventful evening.

I headed downstairs, turning all the lights on and unlocking the door to the bar. I prayed for this denim to hold all night. Maybe Jason was wrong. I had religion, after all.*

Luc: The walk to the bar in the city was easy. Wings scent was everywhere, the sidewalk. Bricks he had brushed against. In the air, in the rain, his very molecules floated as though leaving a trail for me. His heat.

I took twists and turns, passing houses, which turned into shops, shops that now had closed signs on doors. A couple of takeaways, even the aroma from the food couldn't mask Wings’ scent. I stood across the street, my arms crossed, rain falling on me, but I stood there. Scoping out the bar, a couple ran inside; they laughed at the rain, I assumed. Music came out of the open doors and then disappeared again. I could hear what was playing if I wanted to; I didn't.

I walked across the road and pushed open the door; Wings with a cloth in his hand stopped, and I cocked a brow, a smirk spread across my face as I walked inside.

Wings: *It had been a few days since I was here, the usual catching up with customers commences. I had already been back in the kitchen a few times for the usual burger and fries, a few beers here and there. Nothing too difficult.

Your scent hit me before I even saw you, hairs prickling at the back of my neck. When I looked up from wiping off the bar, there you were standing in the doorway. Fuck me sideways.

You were more gorgeous than you ever had a right to be, walking into my bar like that. You were right. My dick reacted right on time. I smiled brightly, meeting your eyes briefly before I was summoned away by a customer needing more beers.*

Luc: I chuckled to myself, knowing your dick will have hardened. I slipped my wet coat off and walked over to the bar, placing the bundle of wet material on a stool. I looked around; a few eyes met mine, or hers pretended not to look. I gave a lopsided grin and a wink to a woman who sat looking at me from the other side of the pub.

Sitting on a stool, I placed my arms on the glorious hardwood bar.

“A bottle of beer when you're ready, barman.” I chuckled to myself, wondering if that went to your dick. I tapped my fingers on the wood while waiting; my foot tapped along to the music playing.

Wings: *I watched you. Even though I wasn't directly looking, I could see you. You shed your coat, and I had to take a breath. You looked absolutely dashing. Such an old fashioned word, but it fits. You were walking, talking sex every second of the day.. but something about those clothes made me damn near breathless.

You took a seat and asked for a beer. I looked your way and grinned, giving a nod. I finished up with the girls at the end of the bar, one of them who you've winked at, and came back your way, snatching a beer out of the cooler for you. I twist the top and set it down in front of you, grinning like hell.* Hey, handsome.. come here often? *I gave my brow a wag.*

Luc: My eyes watch your dick blatantly as you grab me a beer and then set it down in front of me. The cool glass bottle of beer felt wonderful against my palm as my hand wrapped around it. Before answering your question, I took a mouthful of it.

“Hey.... it's my first time...” I took another mouthful. “I was told by someone the food was good and the dick even better...” I wiggled my brows and took another bite.

“Now...I can see....” I stood for a second and looked, sitting down again. “The dick is good; I need to see the food....”

Wings: Mmh.. is that so? Well, I guess to be fair to the food, you'll have to taste it and see which is better..

*I smirked, even though my dick was definitely paying attention to all this, and it felt like all the blood was rushing south to make it thicker with need. This was going to be a long night.*

Let me get you a bacon burger and some fries. See if that takes care of your appetite, Lucian.

*Another regular customer comes in and takes a seat a couple of stools away from you. I flash you a grin and then go over to set him up with a beer before heading through the double doors to the kitchen. I get the fries going and then slap the burger and bacon on the grill, getting your food going before I go into the deep freezer to ease the ache between my thighs and cool down hopefully. Fuck.*

Luc: I continued to drink my beer as I watched you walk away into your kitchen, smirking around the bottle.

“Evening.” The words caught me by surprise, but I turned to where the voice had come from. The man sat two stools down. I nodded, neither wanting to engage or probably more I didn't want to. The guy's heart rate was relatively high, and there was a chance he could pee himself right there.

“Do you come here often?” He asked. I turned my head slowly and gave him a lopsided grin.

“Have you seen me before?” He began to shake his head and stutter a reply. “Then I’d say not, since you've been side eyeing me since you sat down, I think you’d know.”

You’d think any normal person would quieten at that; he isn't normal.

“Can I buy you a drink?....”

I closed my eyes. Fucking humans. I placed my bottle down; my feet planted firmly on the floor, and I stood up. Walking over to the stool where he sat. His scent wasn't unpleasant, nothing like Wings, but I was sure it would be acceptable to someone. He turned around and looked at me; his eyes slightly widened. I put one hand at his side of him in the bar, glaring down at him, my golden eyes flashing; the wolf snorted and curled back up.

I bent down, my mouth close to but not touching his ear. “Don’t try picking up people you can't handle. You couldn't handle this sexy fucking arse if I gave you a manual.”

My eyes flicked upwards as your scent became stronger, smirking over at you as you stood there, with food in your hand. I stood up and straightened the man's shirt for him. “You have a good night, thinking about me.” I threw him a wink and went back to my seat, anticipating my food.

Wings: *I finished up making your food and made my way out with it, standing there watching you speak to the guy who just came in. I pushed through those double doors and stood there with a brow raised. I heard the part about the manual. With a snicker, I thought how I sure as fuck didn't have a manual yet you put up with me.

Shaking that thought off, I brought the food over to you and set it down just as you came back to your seat. The poor guy over there looked dazed and confused and disappointed.*

You know he doesn't get turned down much. *I grabbed a couple of napkins and set them down with your food with another beer. My eyes meeting yours briefly.* if you want anything else to eat, just let me know, okay?

*My attention was drawn away by a new table of guys over in the corner by the jukebox. I tell you to enjoy and give you a wink before heading over to wait on the customers.*

Luc: I looked at the plate of food and then up at you; I’d heard your words. “Maybe he should get used to it,” I said. I picked up a fry and smirked. “Don’t worry; I’ll let your dick know when I want it.”

As you wandered off to the corner, I bit into my burger. Damn, that was fucking good. I bit it again. The noise around me doesn't affect me one bit. I could hear your voice through the music and chatter; the wolf was happy and quiet. This was how it should be. Humans not annoying the fuck out of me while I ate and had a drink.

Every time you passed me to collect drinks or walked into the kitchen, I caught glimpses of you, purposely. Watching, studying you around humans. In your home.

Wings: *It was so kind of you to get me throbbing before I had to walk out from behind the coverage of the bar. I prayed my face would be red so it would draw the attention away from the obvious bulge in my jeans. Fucking Wolf.

I finished taking their order and came back around to get their drinks, all the while stealing glances over at you while you ate. You seemed to be enjoying the burger. And when your eyes would catch mine, I'd look away quickly.

After taking the boys their drinks, I headed in the back to get their orders of fries and a pizza going. I still felt a little heat in my cheeks, your words replaying in my head.*

Luc: I threw my napkin on my plate once I’d finished, my beer bottle empty. I grinned to myself and got up. The guy sat two stools down and kept his eyes firmly in front of him as I walked past. Glances sent my way as I continued past tables and customers, but no one said anything as I walked into the doors you had.

“Throw another one of those burgers on there for me.” I wasn't a question, but your face was a picture. I grinned and walked over to you, my chest just touching yours.

“Did you touch yourself while you showered?” I leant forward, my nose ghosted over your jawline. “Did you throb for my hand?” As my lips reached your ear, they barely touched your lobe, and I growled deeply.

“Make me that burger.” I turned around and walked back out of the kitchen, a grin plastered across my lips. I couldn’t let you not throb even worse.

Wings: *You already knew the answers to your questions. The questions were inconsequential to what the purpose really was of coming back here. I could still feel the heat from your breath, from your growl against my ear as you went back out those kitchen doors.

I palm at my dick through my jeans, trying to ease any of the pinch happening behind that denim. There was no helping this situation now.

With a throbbing cock behind my zipper, I came out with the food, hard on be damned. I set the burger down with you before delivering the table of guys their food. When I returned, I stopped by you and brought my lips right up to your ear*

That filthy mouth of yours really should be filled with my dick, Lucian.

*I smirked to myself and made my way behind the bar again, grabbing you another beer before I go and see the customers on the other side of the bar.*

Luc: There was no ignoring the bulge threatening to break through the zip on your jeans, and the huge fucking smirk on my face told you how much I was enjoying it. I picked up my burger and bit into it as you wandered off again to deliver more food.

My brow cocked at your words in my ear as you strolled off again. A beer appeared in front of me, and I looked up; those blue eyes looked for a moment and then off you went. I began eating again, chuckling to myself at what you'd said.

Wings: I must be losing my touch. That didn't even inspire a groan, a growl, a witty comeback. Damn. I chuckle to myself as I head back to grab another basket of fries for a customer.

I wasn't surprised. That was the dynamic between us. You absolutely drove me crazy and knew all my buttons to push. I laughed again and headed back out and delivered the fries.

A few more order some shots of Jack and a few beers as chasers, complaining about their days and then going back to their table.

Turning back to you, I walk back over, leaning a hip to the bar, grinning.* Need another burger, fries?

Luc: I’d just finished my food when you came back over to me, your hip leaning into the bar.

“No....not right now,” I smirked. I laid my napkin down and reached over to grab your shirt, crumbled it in my fist and pulled you to me. I didn't give fuck who was watching or if any of them said anything.

I pulled your torso over the bar; my lips crashed into yours, tongue demanding entrance but not giving you a chance to deny it. Teeth nipped, my tongue took over your mouth. There were eyes on us, a few open mouths, whispers, coughs, but I didn't finish until I was ready. When I pulled away looking at you, I winked and slid you back to the floor on your side of the bar.

“I’ll have a beer.”

Wings: *I grinned against your lips, kissing you back as you pulled me to you. My dick was raging as it strained against my jeans and this bar. I didn't even care. I got my hand up into those curls of yours, your hair pulled back, but I could still touch some of them. That would definitely be changing later. I needed access to your hair.

I knew there would be eyes on us, people with their mouths open and whispering for others to look as well. I sure as hell didn't care. When you released me, I nipped at your lip as I was being put right back down. I licked over my lips, swollen slightly from the mere intensity of your kiss. I liked that part too.*

A beer, coming right up.

*I bent and got one out of the cooler and twisted the cap off before handing it to you.* You got me throbbing like hell, Lucian.. and everyone can see every inch of my cock. *I looked around the bar with a smirk on my lips.* they know who this is for..

Luc: I looked down at your dick, the outline, each vein, curve, your bulbous head could be traced perfectly and just sat there grinning like a motherfucker.

“I hope they do know who it is for.” I shrugged. “And every damn inch is worth looking at.” I picked up my beer and took a mouthful, the guy two stools down, unsure where or what he wanted to do.

“Then you had best let them go see it in all its prime. I liked the slightly dishevelled look on you. Your swollen lips, the slight blush that was spreading across your cheeks. The way your legs didn’t bend properly in your jeans because your dick was so hard. I chuckled. “Fucking damn right I did that.”

Wings: *I was pretty sure you'd memorized every inch of my dick, making me ache nonstop the way you spoke about it and looked me over. The guys over in the corner held up their beer bottles, letting me know they needed more.

I smirked and grabbed up those beers for the guys, and headed over to serve them up. Eyes would gravitate down because I knew my hard on was definitely hard to miss. My brow raises.*

Keep staring, and you'll have to tip me more. *I snickered and walked away, seeing everyone sitting and just hanging out. I decided to prop myself up next to you, leaning back on the corner of the bar. Sitting at this point was... not an option.

My head lulls to one side, grinning over at you.* so ... what's the verdict? Is my dick better than the food?

Luc: I drank my beer quietly. A stranger in their midst who had so far walked in the kitchen and grabbed the owner over the bar and kissed him. These humans were doing well; I hadn't caused a riot or any disagreements; well, apart from the idiot two stools down, he was still looking like his voice had run off somewhere and not returned yet.

When you came over, I turned slightly to look at you, my eyes roaming down your body and stopping on that dick.

“Looks as good as the food; I'll let you know about the flavour.”

My eyes flicked up to yours, and a salacious grin spread across my lips as I licked them.

Wings: *A wide grin claims my lips. I close the gap, and this time, I lean in and claim your lips. I've been wanting to touch you this whole fucking time. My palm sliding up your thigh and my fingertips aching to feel bare flesh toned muscle and everything you had beneath these clothes. I groaned against your lips, not wanting to stop, but I had to for now.* mmh.. I'll hold you to that.

*As I pull my hand away from your thigh, I draw my fingers up over your crotch. It takes everything in me not to clutch your dick and go for your mouth again.

We were a little more than an hour away from closing time, and I was itching to lock those doors with you here with me. I took a calming breath and headed back behind the bar.*

Luc: My dick was throbbing; your fingers brushing over the top didn't help, but I liked the pain. I also liked knowing how hard your dick was. Your fresh taste is now in my mouth again. Your scent is freshly on me.

I turned back to look at you over the bar as you moved around. Fucking great view; if it wasn't your hardness, it was that fucking pert arse of yours. The one that was between my legs this morning, in my face last night. The wolf stirred and growled in my head. Fuck, I didn't need him awake.

Wings: *The ladies at the end of the bar were chatty tonight. It had been a few days since I'd seen them last, so I guess they needed to catch me up to speed on life around here, more like they were waiting for me to spill the beans about the handsome stranger at the other end of the bar. I glanced back at you, a grin splayed across my lips as I turned back to the ladies.

After serving them a couple more beers, I headed back into the kitchen to drop another basket of fries. While I had a moment, I had to adjust a bit to relieve some of the pain by shoving at my dick with my palm. I groaned. It was no fucking use. I had never hated clothes this much in my damn life. With a grumble, I got the girls their fries and headed back out.*

Luc: My ears burned; I felt eyes burning into me from the end of the bar. I couldn't help but smirk; I turned my head a little three heads talking. The two women smelt sweet; they both wore the same perfume, but their hormones caused subtle changes to the scent.

When you went in the kitchen, my wolf hearing heard the groan, and as I drank my beer, I sat there in the knowledge of the painful ecstasy you were in, I caused it.

Wings: *After telling myself I can do this, only a little longer in this bar, I came through the kitchen doors with the fries. You were sitting there nursing that beer and a grin that told me all I needed to know. Fucker.

The ladies thanked me for their fries, and I served up a couple more beers for some waiting customers before coming back over to you. My hands pressed flat on the bar as I leaned over so only you'd hear me.*

As soon as I lock the door and get you upstairs.. these jeans.. are off. *I met your eyes, my cheeks flushed, feeling that ache that wouldn't quit.* I got something set up on the roof for us tonight.

Luc: I looked at that flush on your cheeks leant forward on my forearms.

“Is that right? That will be a sight I look forward to, your hard dick with the teeth marks off your zip.” I smirked. “All that throbbing it's doing.” I winked.

“On the roof? Intrigued.....” I used the end of my palm to press my dick down. “You better get me another beer; I’ll sit here and think about that hard dick of yours, weeping against the inside of your jeans.”

Wings: *I grabbed you a beer, twisting the lid off and sliding it over.* yes, the roof. That’s where we'll be staying tonight.

*I glanced around, seeing everyone just chatting and not needing anything at the moment, so I lean against the bar, grinning at you.* I figured you'd not want to stay all cooped up in my apartment, in my bed.

*I reach my hand out to trail my finger along your arm, leaning closer to whisper.* I want us under the stars again.

Luc: I took a mouthful of the beer you’d handed me and smiled. “You've thought of everything, haven't you, Wings.”

I appreciated the things you'd done. The stars and your roof sounded perfect; at least we would be outside.

“Once you've closed, you can show me...” This was your world, the humans, the city, this bar. I was here because it made you happy. My eyes flicked down to your hard dick. Very happy.

Wings: *I had thought of everything. I wanted you to feel comfortable here with me. As much as possible. I knew my bar, and the roof was not as amazing as your home and those woods. But I was trying.*

Less than an hour, and I'm all yours. *I gave you a wink and headed in the back with handfuls of empty baskets that fries used to be in, trying to get a few things done before closing.*

Luc: “ sI’llit here and radiate the sex and watch you work.” I sat drinking my beer, watching you when you came back behind the bar and watching through the mirror you had on the wall when you went out to those customers behind me: the customers smiling faces, adoration in their eyes. Some even flirted. I grinned at that.

You were polite, but there was a stiffness to your back, not just in your pants, your motion so people couldn't touch you; I wondered if they noticed the angles and slight back and forth on the balls of your feet. The beaming smile that didn't reach those blue eyes. The way your breath rushed out now and again. I sat back and watched it all.

Wings: *I laughed at your comment. Radiating sex came natural to you. It was like breathing. I made my way over to the boy’s table. They were arguing about who would make it to the playoffs and the Superbowl this year. And I laughed and settled it by leaving the tab for them to settle up with.*

You boys, be safe going home.

*I flashed them a grin and headed back behind the bar to take some final orders and settle up some bills. I grabbed another beer for you and one for me, ridding of the tops before handing you one.*

I hope so far you've had a good night? *I tipped the bottle back, wrapping my lips around it and draining about half the contents easily.*

Luc: “It's been highly amusing, Wings.” I grinned and tipped back the beer you’d given me. “I don't know how you do this every night; it's a good job; the wolf has been out for two nights.” I chuckled. Which it was, I could never come here when he hadn't been out for a while; his temperament would come out in me.

“You fit in so well; they admire you.” The people in the bar respected you. They liked you.

Wings: It's not too hard. I don't have a Wolf pent up inside me I have to worry about. *I leaned a little against the bar top, tapping at the side of my beer bottle.*

As long as I don't use any of my gifts or let my wings out in front of them, I'll be fine. Have been for years. *I take another drink of the beer and smile over at you.*

I have a charm that humans can't resist. *I shrug and straighten back up, finishing my beer and tossing it in the trash can before I head over to collect the tabs from people ready to leave.*

Luc: I had to admit you were right; the humans seemed not to notice your overly blue eyes, other things I did. I spun around in my stool as you set out again amongst them. A few smiled over at me now I’d turned that way. I smiled, which could have been a smirk, and sat drinking my beer.

There must have been a joke somewhere about an angel and a wolf in a bar. I didn't know it. Tabs we're paid up as a few people left, politely. No commotion or arguments. It was nice.

Wings: *I gather all the empty bottles and baskets from the guy’s table after they left, brushing my body up against yours on my way back through. I smirk to myself as I hit those double doors of the kitchen to deposit things. There was one more customer, finishing his beer at the end of the bar, and then I would have you to myself.

When I came back through the kitchen, I grinned at you, holding up a finger, meaning give me just a minute as I head over to that last customer. He asks me about you, if I'll be okay if he leaves me alone with you, and I laughed.*

I think I can handle my own with him. *I smirked over at you and winked. The guy settles up his tab and wishes us both a good night.* be careful heading home, man.

*I couldn't be more ready for this guy to leave, following him and locking the door behind him.*

Finally..

Luc: I heard your words to the patron and snorted. Of course, you could; I felt my eyes roll. As you lock the door, I'm off my seat, and behind you, I press my chest to your back, pinning you between myself and the door.

“Are you sure you can handle me?” My hand slips around your hip to your throbbing dick, which was still trying to make its way through the zip it was held behind.

“I'm not sure you can.” The heel of my hand pressed against your dick; my mouth trails up your neck, my chest keeps you pinned as my other hand begins to massage your arse.

Wings: He meant it as if you were going to rob me or something. *I grunt as your hand presses down against my aching bulge.* He wasn't here when you kissed me.

*I reached over and blindly flipped off the lights as I let out a loud groan. I couldn't hold it back any longer.*

I think you know me enough, Lucian.. you know I am quite good with how you handle me.

*I reach back and snake my hand between us, grabbing your dick through your slacks. My other hand raises to shove my fingers in your hair, gripping as your mouth sees to spoiling my neck.* And you know I don't want you to stop.

Luc: “And you know I will...” I chuckled, rubbed the heel of my hand slowly down your length. My teeth slowly sunk into the skin of your shoulder; I rolled my hips into your palm, which caused my dick to press into your palm.

“What was it you wanted to show me on the roof?” I asked after releasing your skin from my teeth. I rubbed my palm back down your shaft and stood back, allowing you to move from the door.

#TheWolfAndTheAngel PT10

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Luc: My eyes flew open, not because there was anyone there; no one would dare, but the wind had blown the clouds, grey shapes in the sky, to one side, and the moonbeams had danced across my closed lids. My golden eyes looked up at the shimmering silver globe. It will be gone soon. The wolf looked through my eyes; we didn't move, your torso still fast in my arms. I wasn't going to move, I just looked and smiled. After a few minutes, I closed my eyes.

Wings: *I thought I felt you move but wasn't sure if it was just me being half asleep or if it was real. You didn't move, so I didn't either, my head resting on your chest, my arm draped across your middle, me in your arms still. The air had the slightest chill, but it didn't bother me one bit. It was warm right here beside you. The sun hadn't broached the horizon just yet, but I could see the faint line of light, a silver lining along the ocean surface. I glanced over at you, smiling to myself. The cocky, egotistical wolf was asleep, and he was absolutely gorgeous. I would never understand how I got so lucky. With a kiss to your cheek, I carefully got up and set out to gather some wood for our fire.

A couple of trips, and I had enough for a decent fire, lighting it up just as I had before. I stood there, making sure it got going good enough. I kept my eyes to the horizon, I'd wake you if you hadn't woken up in time. For now, I'll let you sleep.*

Luc: The smell of wood burning, a lightness to my arms, through the smoke, the scent of the morning in the air. A slow lazy grin spread across my lips before I opened my eyes.

“So you got cold?” A not awake, properly chuckle left my lips.

I slowly opened my eyes, an arm lifted, stretching my muscles. The sky was still dark, the horizon a line of light as though waiting to explode.

“Morning.” I stretched out my legs and sat up against the tree, still naked and still doesn't give a shit.

“You were taking in all the sexy while I slept, weren't you?” I grinned again.

Wings: *Staring into the fire, I got lost in thought about the evening we just had, a grin claims my lips. I heard you speaking, bringing me out of my fog. I turn and look at you.*

Morning, Lucian. I didn't get cold. Not with you holding me. I just wanted to get the fire going for us before sunrise.

*I came back over to you and took a seat between your legs.* the bite healed.. but for some reason, there's still teeth marks.. *I glanced back at you with a smirk.*...and I like it.

*I wasn't sure why the indentations were left behind. Maybe because you're a wolf, your bite lasted longer. This was new to me, so we'd have to see.*

And obviously. I take in as much of that sexy I can while you're not looking.

Luc: As your body sits between my legs, I wrap my arms around your torso. My head lolls on your shoulder, though a brow did cock at your revelation. I’d never bit an Angel before, and I knew you healed. Teeth marks that hadn’t disappeared. I didn’t make a habit of biting people I wasn’t going to kill; in fact, only one other person was walking around with a bite mark of mine.

“You’ll have to let me know if it does go…” I grinned at your smirk. Then my cocky grin was back. “I knew you would; how could you resist?” I winked and kissed your head.

A golden arc was slowly beginning to press through the ocean waves, and as I sat with you in my arms, I couldn’t think of anyone else I’d want to watch it with this morning.

Wings: If it doesn't disappear, I should tattoo your bite on my ass. *I was pleased at the thought of that, my hands slipped up to palm over your arms. I smiled, my eyes closing briefly as you kissed my head. I could smell you everywhere. Not just on me but in the wind, in the wood that burned for our fire, in the trees, the grass. Essentially I was surrounded by you.

It was a warm feeling as we sat here and watched the sun begin to show itself, those colors starting to announce its arrival by painting the sky beforehand. Another beautiful sunrise was about to greet us. Or we were greeting it. Either way, it was perfect just as is. I turned my head and pressed my lips to your jaw before turning back around to watch the sky.*

Luc: I couldn’t help but laugh; my finger traced over some of your other tattoos. “To go with the ones you have….so you can sit around the Angel fires in the future and say…. ‘And one night this fucking sexy wolf, bent me over, head down, arse up fucked my arse with his tongue, made me cum hard and bit my arse?”

I laughed a little louder and put my arm back around you. The sky was awash with colours, perfect oils leaving their trail as the sun rose, the clouds became palettes for the painter, Mother Nature. Her glory.

Wings: That would be quite the story to tell, now wouldn't it? *My skin burned hot with everywhere you traced your fingertip.* and don't pretend you wouldn't enjoy me telling that story.

*I leant back against you, my wings resting on either side of my back, covering your thighs. The sense of ease I felt around you couldn't be matched. The sun giving us the brilliance of another sunrise, just like yesterday. Anyone can watch the sunrise. But from this location, it was one of a kind. It was something we shared. It made it even more brilliant.*

Luc: “Oh, I never said I wouldn't enjoy hearing you tell it....” A smirk on my lips. “I’d have to add bits in, I'm sure, just how fucking loud I made you moan...things like that.”

I chuckled. My finger traced down your arm to the quills covering my leg as the full brightness of the sun revealed itself. The light exploded across the sky as though mother nature said, ‘I’ve arrived’. My fingers gently stroked your quills while we watched.

Wings: *I cleared my throat a bit, feeling a flush creep up over my neck.* Yeah, you have a way with that tongue, Lucian. I have no shame in being loud for you.

*I could feel your fingers touching my wings, they flutter beneath your touch just as the sun begins rising and lighting the sky.

The stars were already beginning to fade, submitting to the power of the sun. My fingers trace along your forearm of the arm securely around me, just resting here with you and watching the show of nature before us.*

Luc: My fingers ran through the softness of your quills, my thumb tenderly running over them. Your fingers ran up my arm, and it felt good. With the darkness and stars bowing to the sun, she rose in all her glory and fierceness. Casting out all and any signs of the night. The birds who had begun their morning song before any light appeared sung louder than ever.

I dropped my head and kissed your neck; my hand tightened around your waist, all the while, my fingers continued in your quills.

“I enjoyed your loudness, Wings.”

Wings: *I softly hum as your lips kiss my neck, tilting to the side ever so slightly. I didn't think a moment could be any more perfect than this. But it seemed like every moment with you tops the last. That’s just how it was with you.

Your words make me grin like hell. I knew it. You liked how vocal I can be when you draw it out of me. And boy can you. With ease. I lightly scratch my nails over your thigh and back until I reach your hip.* I enjoyed it too, Wolf.. very much so.

Luc: “Yes, you did, Angel,” I growled softly down your ear; the growl got louder as your nails got higher up my thigh to my hip. I kissed your neck again, right in the curve.

I looked at the sky; the morning spread now faded. “Let's go and eat; we need sustenance.” I grinned to myself, manoeuvred my arm between your wings and grabbed your arse; my other arm pulled back a little, and I stood up with you in my arms.

I smirked as I looked at you, leaning forward and kissing your lips while I continued walking.

Wings: *Every inch of my skin was littered with goosebumps as your growl filled my ear. It was only when you began lifting me I knew we were moving. Food. Yes. We need that. My hand was instantly in your curls as we kissed, still working our legs to carry us back to your house. My wings slowly faded behind their cloak as we walked, a soft hum against your lips.*

What are you hungry for, Luc? *I didn't care either way. I just liked cooking and sitting to eat with you. That was my favorite. Well, besides the kisses, that is.* I'm not getting dressed until I leave.. fair warning..

Luc: My arm moved further up your back as your wings cloaked themselves. My feet continued to walk forwards as though on automatic. My lips are still on yours. You broke away, and I frowned; that soon disappears when you mention food.

“I'm not sure; we can see when we get there.” A laugh escaped loudly at your declaration of no clothes working.

“You think I care about that? Fuck I will admire the view while you walk around. I can watch that hard dick of yours drip at the thought of my hand around it.”

The clearing for the house appeared, and I climbed the steps.

Wings: I'm going to be perpetually hard because of you. *I laughed and grabbed you by the hips to stop you, pressing myself flush against you as I pressed a kiss to your lips... then another.. and more.. my arms slipping around your shoulders now, fingers delving in your hair with a grip to give you a proper kiss. It was true. A smile from you got me hard. It was that easy. We were just outside your house on the deck, but I couldn't help but give you that kiss.*

Your hand was meant to be around my dick. *I smirked against your lips before I headed into the house. A smirk that wouldn't fade knowing you'd be admiring the view of me.*

Luc: I tilted my head and watched that arse walk into my house. If I hadn't have put you down out of my arms, that wouldn't have happened. Sometimes I have great ideas.

“Hey, Wings.....” As you turned around, I wrapped my hand around my length. “My hand was made for my dick; you're just lucky yours fits in it too,” I smirked, winked and hopped up the steps smacking that fine arse as I walked past. “Now, let's get breakfast.”

Wings: *My brow cocked, grinning at you standing there with your dick in your hand.* Just lucky, I guess..

*I muse to myself, yelping softly as you slap my ass. My grin broadens as I follow you into the kitchen.* I want something sweet and savory. How does that sound?

*I opened the fridge and found some sausages.* You want pancakes, French toast, or waffles?

*I set the pack of meat on the counter and set off to get that coffee going, which was a must for both of us.*

Luc: “You had something sweet...” Grinning like a motherfucker. “Waffles sound good....” I opened the sausages you’d put on the counter, threw open the oven and grabbed a tray. I leant and grabbed a fork, stabbed the little fuckers, put the tray in the oven, and turned it on.

I leant back against the counter while scrunching the packet up.

“You know....I know I’ll look just as good in your bar as you do in my kitchen. Tonight? The bar....” I wiggled my brows.

Wings: *I finished up getting the coffee ready and hit start, turning around with a lopsided grin.* Ah yes.. technically, I could live on tasting you. No food needed. *I reached up to grab a bowl and mix up the batter for the waffles. Walking over to the fridge, I grab up some eggs and milk to add.*

You're going to look incredible, I'm sure. My pants will be cutting all circulation off. *adding in the milk and eggs, I splash in some vanilla and cinnamon before it’s all ready.*

Tonight is perfect. *I stepped closer, ducking my head to kiss your neck before I crouched down and pulled the waffle iron out from the cupboard beside you, getting quite the eyeful of your dick. I clear my throat and get back to my feet.* fuck.

Luc: “I know it's so damn impressive...” I chuckled as you got up. The wolf was already strutting in my head. I walked over behind you as you sorted out the waffles; my hands slipped around your waist, my chin rested on your shoulder.

“Just cutting the circulation off?....” My fingers ran across your stomach; my lips caressed your neck. My dick rubbed against your arse as my hips began to circle. I growled. “I want you cumming in your pants.” Pressing my hard dick against you. “I want you to remember what it felt like to feel my tongue inside you, my fingers around your dick.” I kissed your neck and whispered into your ear. “I’ll set the table.”

Wings: *With each kiss to my neck, I felt an ache in my stomach, your words turning that ache into so much more. I could feel how hard you were, pressed up against my ass, and it made my face flush. The imagery was already flashing through my head, memories and your words weaving together to create the perfect storm.*

I'm sure you'll be watching closely. *I cleared my throat* you'll be able to tell.. and only you'll be able to.

*You backed away to set the table, trying to collect myself, proving more difficult with a raging hard on. A long shower when I got home would surely be needed.*

Luc: I grabbed the silverware and walked over to my table.

“Fuck that....everyone will be able to tell, and they won't know why but you'll be throbbing like fuck in those tight pants you wear, Angel.”

I turned around and smirked as I laid our places. That fucking whole bar was going to see your fucking hardness, those images playing out in your mind, not helping. But. I. Would. Know. Why.

I would know I was the cause, fuck. That caused a lopsided grin and a tug at my dick. Fuck.

Wings: Good thing I have a bar to stand behind, or that bulge will be watched all damn night. *I glanced over at you before I poured the batter into the hot waffle iron and shut the lid. I was pleased that both of us were hard and not just me. You felt the same as I did and were extremely fucking hot to watch you move around the table and this kitchen. Naked. Muscles and toned flesh, tight ass and an incredible cock. More images to carry with me.

I pulled out two coffee mugs and filled them for us before carrying them over to the table.*

Waffles will be done in a few minutes. *I made sure my hand brushed along your hip as I passed you, grinning to myself.*

Luc: The touch of your hand made my dick twitch. I grabbed your wrist and pulled you to me. “Happy with your little self, are you?” My golden eyes are boring into your blue ones. “You made me twitch...” My tongue swept along your mouth, not for an invitation, not for a kiss but to lick you; my hand cupped your balls.

“Are you aching?” I already knew the answer, though. I pulled at the sack in my palm, grinning at you. “The waffles are ready, Wings.”

I smirked and tapped your balls, ran my finger along your thickened length. Nipping your lips and then I turned to sit down with my coffee.

Wings: You fucker. *I groaned out as you clutched my balls, swallowing as you tease me in so many ways with few words but actions that definitely have my attention. Your finger drew over my dick, and it throbbed immediately. You knew the answer to your question.

After you sit with your coffee, I return to the waffles and pull them out of the iron, placing them all on a plate along with the sausages before bringing them over to the table. I brought over the syrup and powdered sugar next in case we wanted something on top of the waffles, taking a seat at the table and picking up my coffee.* eat up, Wolf.. got to make sure you're well fed since I'm leaving today.

Luc: I smirked as you put my plate in front of me. Your words were ringing in my head. I poured syrup on my pancakes, stuck my tongue out and licked the drip from the rim.

“I'm going to eat up, don't worry. Besides, I’ll be there tonight to eat again....” The smug smile and wink left nothing to the imagination. I was blatant. Sticking a mouthful of food into my happy face.

Wings: *I sprinkle some powdered sugar over my waffle and grab a couple of sausages. I was grinning like hell, couldn't help it. I knew there was some pink in my cheeks. Something you have already mastered. Getting me all flustered.

A bite of the waffle and sausage both go in, licking over my lips to get the sugary powder from them. Once in a while, my eyes would wander over to you, smiling when you'd see me and look back to my food.* Are you going to stay with me after closing?

*I placed the fork down and took a drink of my coffee, eyes back on you again.*

Luc: “You want me to stay at your bar? In the city?” I heard my alphas laugh in my head. The only time I’d gone in the city was when I was forced to, and even then, I was out quicker than I arrived.

I looked into your eyes as I ate some waffles. I saw a flash deep inside those blue eyes.

“Do I get food?” You and I both knew that wasn't an issue; I knew you would feed me. “Yes, I will stay with you in your bar; rub my scent all over there too.” Winks.

Wings: *I chuckled, setting down my coffee. I never considered my little town the city but compared to this oasis out here with you. It was the city. You asked about food, and I grinned with the bite of waffle I just took in my mouth. Before I swallowed, you'd already said yes.

I grinned even wider. *We can lay on my roof under the stars. It won’t seem so awful staying in the city then, will it?

*I popped a dry piece of waffle in my mouth, washing it down with my coffee.*

Luc: “I worked at a university once; I go to the city and run out quicker than I get there.....” I laid my fork down. “The lights dim the stars...but for you, I will stay the night on your roof.” I grinned. Damn Angel.

I picked my fork back up and began to finish my food. I had to admit I was interested in that bar of yours. To see you act human. I knew what it was like to have to act around humans, I managed it for so long, but wolves don't have the temperament for being enclosed for long periods. Years ago, keeping me in a closed space for longer than ten minutes had me smashing things to get out.

“I'm looking forward to it, Wings.”

Wings: Nothing compares to the stars out here from your place. *I knew the sky wouldn't be as beautiful from my roof as it is from your land, but I'd hoped you'd enjoy it even in the slightest. I smiled over at you as you said you were looking forward to it just as I was. It made the burn of leaving this place hurt a little less, knowing I'd see you again soon.

Not too much longer, and my plate was cleared. Setting my fork down, I sat back and worked on finishing my coffee. My dick had behaved while we ate, thank fuck. I was hoping I'd not be painfully hard when I squeezed into my jeans when I went to leave.*

Luc: I swirled my coffee around in the bottom of my cup; I could help keep your dick from throbbing for a few hours. I took a mouthful of coffee and grinned over the lip. Why would I do that? I wanted to watch you throb like fuck tonight. I wanted that dick trying to break out of its fastenings in the bar. I grinned.

“What time do you want me to come to the bar tonight?”

Wings: I open at seven. Come by anytime you're able to. *I grinned over at you. I'm glad.. An understatement..I was fucking excited that you were coming by tonight, and I'd see you again.

I got up and gathered dishes and my coffee cup, carrying it over to start rinsing stuff off. This grin was going nowhere. Something about us just fucking felt right, felt great. *

I hope you got full. If not, I will make sure you get your fill later. *I smirked to myself. Meaning it in every damn way. You knew it.*

Luc: I coughed with a laugh. “Best make sure everything is hot when I get there; I’ll be needing my fill.” I stood up and walked over to you.

“Any preference for clothes?”

I hadn't even asked what type of bar it was; for all I knew, the bar could be one of those bistro bars with dress codes. If I went naked, I could avoid all that worry. I laughed to myself.

Wings: Jeans.. t-shirt.. something easy to take off later. *that last part under my breath a little more, covered by a cough. I laughed to myself as I continued rinsing the dishes.*

I mean, that's what I wear. It's just a hole in the wall kind of bar. Locals. Regulars. That kind of thing.

*I finished up and started loading up the dishwasher, tossing the silverware in the little compartments and then the rest of the stuff before standing back up and glancing at you.* You gonna miss me, Wolf?

Luc: “Why would I miss you, Angel? I'm going to see you soon. Your scent is all over me, your taste in my mouth. I can find some jeans.”

I watched as you loaded my dishwasher, those tattoos moving as your muscles did. That fucking arse, with my teeth marks in. Those shoulders.....my dick twitched.....the wolf stirred.

He paced, scratching at my skin.

“Motherfucker.” The colour seeped from the world, and I watched you; no, the wolf watched you. Every ripple below your skin, the taut muscles in your thighs. I growled. And stalked you. My muscles loosened, I pitched forward, my arms and body pinning you to the counter. My mouth roughly takes yours, claiming it and everything in it. Your tongue, the roof of your mouth, your teeth, my tongue rolled along all of them. My body pressed hard against yours, my eyes flashed. A growl rumbled, and my muscles calmed; colours exploded in my eyes.

“Damn fucking wolf.” I wiggled my brows and kissed you.

Wings: *A growl, and I was pinned up against the counter, your mouth claiming mine. One second you weren't going to miss me, and the next, I'm kissing you back just as rough. My fingers tug through those curls, the heat between us threatening to burn us both. My dick was painfully hard again, and I didn't fucking care. You could feel all of me.

My other hand felt that rumble in your chest as it lay splayed out between your pecs. Sweet fucking hell. Your words made me chuckle as you kissed me again, taking the opportunity to savor every fucking second. My hand from your chest drops to your ass, giving it a rough grope as my hips shoved into yours. Every sense was saturated with you, and it was absolutely intoxicating. *

Luc: My hand slid between both of us upwards; the wolf may have retreated, but that didn't mean I had. My hand slid around your neck; my thumb stayed on your pulse. I pressed my hips into yours, your hardness pressing against me. My mouth was covering yours. Fucking hell, Wings. My brain stated. I wanted you hard. I wanted it to be a painful ecstasy for you.

I shoved you back by your neck and looked at that pretty face, those blue eyes flashing at me. The side of my mouth lifted.

“You’ll melt Wings.”

I looked down between us, after leaning back a bit, bulbous heads straining between our stomachs, pre-cum smeared on our stomachs. I leant forward again, my lips claiming yours, forcing them open, my tongue crashed into yours, my teeth grazed your lips. My spare hand slid around your arse, messaging your cheek, pressing you against me, forcing your dick upwards but not enough to let you release and ease the throbbing I knew you were getting.

Wings: *The hold on my throat sent butterflies in a frenzy within my stomach. I clutch the edge of the counter. Our eyes locked for a moment, and I could feel my heart skip in that moment. I swallowed thickly, my Adam's apple bobbing against your palm.

I was already melting for you. Grateful you had a hand on me because my legs were going to give out. Your lips were back on mine, tongue asserting dominance and taking control, lips bites, throaty groans, desperate kisses that I gave everything into, gave everything over to you, into this kiss. You were working flawlessly to make me ache like hell for you, and I was fighting to give you the same.

Your hand went to my ass and yanked me up against you more, my cock shoving up over your abs. I let out a gasp against your lips before I bite at your bottom lip and tug it roughly. My bright blue eyes stare into those glowing amber eyes of yours, my hand tugging through your hair. My other hand slips between us, my thumb collecting the precum from both our heads and smearing it across your lips with a smirk. My tongue brushes over the taste of us, both arousals there on your mouth. I groaned loudly and kissed you hard, wanting you to taste us too.*

Luc: My lip slipped out, the saltiness sparking my tastebuds. The grip of my hand tightened just a little; your pulse raced, your teeth bit into my lip, a growl rumbled in my chest, your long digits tangled in my dirty blonde curls. My head fought against the tug, keeping it upright. I pressed my hips forward, again and again, causing myself the sweet agony I was causing you.

Your groans were worth it; my fingers dug into that arse of yours. I wasn't going to give you any relief; I was going to make you leave with a throbbing, weeping dick, and your hardness might go down, but I knew as soon as I walked in that bar, the ache would be back. My tongue finished a final sweep of yours, our cum coating both our mouths. I took my mouth from yours, looked at you and took a step back. Strands of cum, stomach to stomach, broke as my body parted from yours. I looked down at your weeping head; a grin broke across my lips.

“You can think of me until I get there.” My hand slipped from your arse, pulling your sac. “Now, what time did you want me tonight?”

Wings: *Agony. Breathless and agonizing. But it was fucking exhilarating, and I wouldn't change a thing about our dynamic. The taste of us on my lips would linger and keep reminding me of how worked up we get.

Your hand was clutching my balls again, that sting causing me to grunt. Fucker. I could still feel the pressure on my throat from your hold like your hand was still there. My face was flush, and there was no pretending that I was a fucking mess for you.*

Come in around eight. We'll have been open for an hour, and the kitchen will be fired up and running by then. *I glanced down at your hand that still held my heavy sac, my brow lifting as I brought my head back up to meet your eyes.* So going home and jerking off isn't allowed?

You need to help get me back into my fucking jeans..

Luc: “You touch that dick...” I looked you square in the eyes, my fingers tightening a little around the heavy sac they held. “I will never touch it...or you again.” I leant forward, nose to nose; my tongue peeked out from between my lips and licked across yours. “You know you don't want that.” I chuckled.

I removed my hand from around your sac and stepped back.

“You can get in your jeans, and I'm going to watch you,” I smirked.

I looked down at your standing to attention dick, veins wrapped around the length, protruding showing how much you were throbbing. Let's try and get those jeans on.

Wings: *My breath shudders as you tighten your hold, your words stated with no wiggle room for an argument about them. So that was that. I knew the answer already. I knew you'd want me just as aching later as I am now. But hearing you say it only made me ache more.

When you let go and denied helping me with my jeans, I grumbled and went over to snatch them up on the stool they'd been sitting on since the first day.*

I am taking a very cold shower when I get home before I open the bar. Just so you know. *I laughed, stepping into my jeans one leg and then the other. As I pull them up, I glance over at you, watching with such pride at what you've done to me. Carefully I tuck my cock inside and slowly zip it up, letting out a curse at how tight it was. My dick was going to have an imprint of the zipper all along it from straining against it. I let out a breath as I fasten the button and toss the shirt over my shoulder, grinning over at you.*

Enjoy that, Lucian?

Luc: I stood there like a smug fucker watching you fit back into the jeans you’d snatched off the stool.

“I think a cold shower might be best.” I chuckled.

“I thoroughly enjoyed it, Wings; I'm not sure you did.” I walked over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of orange. “Look at it this way, that cold shower will calm you down while you're in it. So you'll have some relief.”

I opened the orange and threw my head with my lips attached to the opening. I drank it; images flashed through my head of you showering. I finished the orange and dropped my head.

“You can see yourself out Wings, right?” As I walked past you, I cupped your dick through your jeans. “No touching.” I tapped the hardness and grinned. I was whistling to myself as I wandered down the hallway to the bathroom.

Wings: *You just had to get that one last touch in before your cocky ass sauntered off down the hall. Bastard.* Yeah, I'll see myself out!

*I called after you as I pulled my t-shirt on over my head. As if I wasn't already hard enough. Fucking Wolf. I blew out a breath and headed out, leaving your house and heading home after two days of being with you from sunrise to sunset. Honestly, even with the way my body aches right now, it was the best fucking day ever. Heading home with a raging hard on and a grin that wouldn't quit, I was looking forward to seeing you again tonight.*

#TheWolfAndTheAngel PT9

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Luc: The wolf walked; he knew where you were exactly. His ear cocked to a hum that was playing with his muscles, vibrating inside his body. His huge paws hit the ground, dust particles floating from each one.

He looked at you, moved and rubbed against your legs, each step, he fell in with you. He went in front now and again. But as soon as he knew, you knew your way; he returned to your legs.

Wings: *My wings would flutter slightly each time the Wolf would rub up against me. And it made me smile. The second time I let my hand fall to lazily run my fingers through thick fur, from his back and up through between his ears.

The Wolf and the Angel, walking along together into the woods. It felt so natural to me, I'm sure, for the Wolf and Luc as well. This just felt right. My wings flow and flutter in the breeze, enjoying every second I can have these out.*

Luc: The wolf's huge head nudges at your leg, his body weight pressed against your leg, nudging, urging you to take off on those beautiful wings of yours. A growl. A snap of his jaws. The message somehow got through; as your feet took off, his huge paws began to run. Free, wild.

He didn't worry about you being lost; now and again, his eyes would lift to the sky to make sure you were still following, those precious white wings gracefully lifting up and down, up and down.

His head lowered a little, his body fluid, fast. His feet left the floor with ease when he needed to leap over something. He was going further into the woods this time, further east than the previous night.

Wings: *On the Wolf's encouragement, I took to the skies. My wings opened up and swallowed up the air eagerly. I could hear the thick paws padding at the dirt below, the Wolf picking up speed. I look here and there down at him. It made me smile like a goof. It wasn't just that I got to hang out and let my wings free but also that we shared this moment of who we really were together. Something like this isn't shared with anyone else. It was special for us.

The sun was beginning to sink below the trees; below, the Wolf ran through filtered sunlight. He looked warm and free and happy.*

Luc: The ground flew beneath the wolf's paws; he’d fought my human brain, refusing to let it be. His brain was firing on all cylinders, and he knew where he was going. The foliage flew by, ever-changing shades of grey and black, except for the dulled white in the sky. The Angel.

The wolf's body nimbly jumped the crevices as they both made their way to his final place. Small rocks fell with the weight as the wolf climbed further and further up, along thin ledges, the urgency in him growing to get where he was going before the sun went down.

Finally, he arrived. The sun has not yet given to the ocean. The sky is an array of purples, pinks and orange hues. The ocean top shimmered, ripples of colours the wolf couldn't see. He sat and looked up at the angel.

Wings: *the way the sun was lowering to kiss the horizon, I knew the Wolf was leading me to our destination. Once he slowed and found the spot we were to watch it set, I slowed and softly landed beside the Wolf. The view was extraordinary. I gently placed my hand on the Wolf's head, letting my fingers soothe between his ears.*

This is gorgeous.. *The watercolors at sunset were very different from at sunrise. Darker hues, sexy and alluring to the contrast of the glittering ocean. It was romantic. I always loved the sky and all its gifts of beauty that humans took for granted. Over two hundred years, and I never would get enough.*

Luc: The wolf pressed his head against the fingers touching his head; his body weight shifted, so he was leant against your leg.

Bastard! Bones began to shift and break, ligament and muscle shrunk. The wolf withdrew, no warning; pain surged through every inch of my body. Motherfucker. I hated it when he did that all at once. A hit of adrenaline shot through my body; my brain began to open as he relinquished his hold. Flashes of colour as my teeth became my own and grated together. Fuck.

A complete blackness swallowed me.

My eyelids opened, blinked a couple of times; I raised a hand and grabbed my hair.

“Sometimes, he's just a rude bastard.”

Wings: *I tried not to watch the gruesome transition, backing up just a little to give you the space you needed. My nature would be to kneel and be there with you to help. But that's not what you want or need, and I always respected that.

When you were a flesh and blood whole man again, I glanced over with a soft smile. I knew I would never get used to it. To the pain, you go through.*

Kind of just sneaks up on you, doesn't he? *I lay my wings back and have a seat there to watch the sunset. I could still hear your heart hammering in your chest.* I think the Wolf rubbed all his scent on me while he could. *I grinned over at you.*

Luc: I rolled my eyes at the wolf comment about his scent. “It doesn't surprise me; wolves are territorial bastards; why do you think not many come on this land. He would shred them.”

“He usually tells me he is going to leave, he doesn't often up and go, he's too self absorbed for that....” I chuckled at the irony.

I stood up for a second, stretching the muscles that had been curled into wolf sized now back to my size. Bones popped, but fuck, it all felt good.

When I sat back down, I sat behind you, my arms going around your shoulders as I leant you back against me without hurting your wings. The sky was now a vibrant orange around the sun, its final hurrah to daylight. The sky was beginning to darken around it as though the chase had begun.

Wings: *I watched you stretch for a moment before my eyes went back to the sky, smiling softly to myself as you spoke about the Wolf. I wondered how two egos of that magnitude fit in one gorgeous being.

As you sat behind me and pulled me back against you, my wings relaxed and mainly laid to either side of us. I bring one hand up to lace my fingers through yours, the other hand resting on your knee.

The sun began slipping down to meet the ocean, which mirrored its reflection back to it. I didn't think we could, or you could have found a more magnificent spot to watch this. It was perfect.*

He likes me in his woods. That makes me feel special.

Luc: I bent my head down, my mouth next to your ear.

“That's because you are Wings.” I laid my head on top of yours, the orange globe seemingly sinking itself into the ocean.

Awaiting a plume of smoke, a hiss, waves as big as houses that didn't come. Instead, the sun grandly held court, leaving at its own pace. Allowing the darkness into its sky as it finally sank to the depths of the sea.

We didn't move; I kept you there in my arms as stars began to appear across the darkened skies. As nocturnal animals awakened and came out the crevices.

Wings: *Your warm breath carried along with your words against my ear, easily making me shiver. You did that well. Those words made me smile as bright as those stars beginning to come out above us. My palm smoothes over your leg, down along your calf and back up to your knee as we enjoy the glorious show nature provides for us.

My body relaxes against yours, the warmth from you welcomed, spreading over my back and through each quill of my wings.* How incredible was that sight, Luc? It was so beautiful.

Luc: “It's what an angel deserves. Wings, beauty. I didn't have any control over the wolf; he locked me out. He brought you here. He brought us here.”

My thumb brushed across the skin of your arm; the other tightened around you. Sat here watching the sun go down was as special as watching the sunrise with you and getting to do it all again in the morning.

I wondered if you’d get cold as the night went along, but a fire could be made as it was the other night.

Wings: Well, the Wolf has extraordinary taste. *I briefly glance back at you over my shoulder, grinning. I turn my head back up to the sky, the stars getting brighter by the minute.

My arm lays against the one you have around me, letting my hand lay over your hand. I felt warm in your arms. I hadn't felt this good in a while. My other hand leaves your leg and comes up to play my fingers through your curls.* How do you ever leave this place? It's fucking amazing.

Luc: I chuckled. “I don't leave....not really. I go and do my job and then come back...I go home at times or call in at friends. Usually, after a long trip, if the wolf is scratching to get out, I will stop off...”

I closed my eyes, leaning my head on yours as you played with my hair.

“He doesn't like being caged too long. He likes it here; he can be free. He usually gives me notice of his coming and goings....” I laughed again. “The past couple of days, he's gone rogue.”

I could feel your quills against my bare skin; this must be what you feel like; I brushed my lips along your shoulder as we watched the stars and talked.

Wings: He is free and in his true element. Like I am. These last couple of days have been incredible. *My long fingers toy with your hair, letting curls wound their way around them. Days after this, I knew I would still have you embedded in my every fabric of being. In my skin, my hair, my wings. My mind. Waiting on people at the bar and flashing back to these evenings, I knew that would happen.

My eyes closed for a moment as your lips ghost over my skin, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks, wings quivering ever so slightly as I hummed softly. My eyes open again, the stars brighter still. All signs of the sun now buried beneath the horizon like a secret until dawn.*

Luc: The stars had claimed the night sky, their dominance scattered around like glitter. You were wrapped in my arms; there was a heaven on earth, and it was right here. Right now.

“He is in his element here...” I chuckled. “You know when I first bought this place....” I wiggled my arse forward a little. “I’d wake up all over the land, not knowing where I was. He would leave me stranded... Now.....there isn't an inch of this land I don't know; there's no one or anything that can come here without me knowing.....” I pulled you closer. “Your scent will be all over here until a rainfall.”

I liked that idea. When you weren't here, the wolf and I could follow your scent around. The hum you did reverberates around my body. I groaned. My fingers began to dance across your abs, tender touches, caresses.

Wings: *Our bodies kept getting closer, no space between us now at all. I liked that. I listened to you talk, the Wolf leaving you wherever at first and you having to find your way back. You knew this place all over now just as I was starting to learn.

A pleased hum leaves my lips when you say that about my scent being all over your land. I knew my scent was on the Wolf, and you now too, just as yours was all over me.

The muscles of my abs twitch beneath your touch. I close my eyes and lay my head back against your shoulder. My fingertips massage at your scalp before pulling through those curls again, a soft groan falling from my lips. My eyes opened. Bright blues were staring back at those bright stars, the darkness filling the background fully now.*

And after the rain, I'll have to come and make sure my scent is all over this place again.. would that be okay with you?

Luc: I heard your hum and groan; your fingers run through my hair, my hair tugging at my scalp you’d just massaged.

I paused as though thinking about your question.

“I suppose if you must and feel it necessary....” I chuckled to myself. You’d already asked if you could come back, and I’d said yes, so you knew I was joking with you.

I hadn't moved apart to get more comfortable, and I had no intention of; my fingers entwined with yours, on one hand, my other hand still left a trail of dancing fingers across your stomach.

Wings: Mmmh.. I think it's very necessary for me to do so. *I chuckled softly. I knew you had already said I could come back here, but it was more about me wanting to entwine the Wolf and my scent throughout these lands.

My hand that explores your hair dropped down slightly to the back of your neck to trace my fingers over the flesh before delving back into those irresistible curls. Another pleased hum. I quickly found out that it was a guilty pleasure, loving how those soft curls wound around my long fingers.

Our other hands entwined, thumbing along your knuckles as I can, enjoying how your fingers dance over my stomach. My muscles are dancing along with those curious fingertips.*

Luc: In the dead of night, there was no concept of time, as though time stood still. Time stood still with you in my arms, fingers grazing skin, breath intermingled into the night air. Body heat on body heat. Your fingers left my hair; I closed my eyes as they touched the soft skin of my neck, a slight growl slipped between my lips. Damn angel.

My fingers continued to dance across your abs; your muscles rose and fell as though an orchestra was playing them. I dropped my head again; my lips trailed your skin, my tongue tasting your flavour, my teeth grazed now and again. The stillness of the night, only us and the nocturnal animals are witnessing it.

Wings: *You played my body well as if you wrote and constructed me by hand and knew all the secrets to it. I felt my breath hitch when your mouth began spoiling my skin. The trail left by your lips blazing a path of heat in their wake. Tongue tasting me and hints of your teeth in the skin caused my dick to twitch. A thick hum fills my throat, coming out as a low groan. Fucking Wolf.

My fingers grip into your hair, those soft curls trapped between long digits as I prayed your hand stayed on my stomach, venturing lower would tell you exactly how this made me feel. My cheeks warming slightly, dragging my teeth over my full bottom lip. It was quiet around us besides some of the animals making themselves known and the soft breeze rustling through the trees.*

Luc: Your fingers wrapped around my dirty curls, a smirk ghosted across my lips. Your body was answering the dance of my fingers; my scalp tingled where the hair jarred a little. It felt good. I heard your growl; my dick throbbed to the sound.

Perfection is different for each person; it's personal, but this was perfection for the wolf and me. My fingers, instead of trailing downwards where I knew I’d find a dick as hard as my own, fingers moved upwards, circling your nipple; my index finger flicked at it and continued its journey. My fingers reached your neck, opening then pressing your head back against me. My hand remains gently around your neck.

Wings: *a sharp breath hisses through my lips at the flick to my nipple. I was getting ready to say something when your hand slipped up to my throat. My fingers gave yours a squeeze, one set of hands that are still linked. My head was fully tilted back against you, swallowing thickly with my adams apple bobbing against your palm.

I used my grip in your hair to tug your head to the side so I could kiss along your jaw, nipping along the way until I reached your ear and let the tip of my tongue trace it slowly.

My hips pressed back against you, and I felt exactly how hard you were. Glad that we were in the same boat here. My tongue licks up the length of your neck before my teeth bite over the cord running up to your jaw, soft nips at first and then harder just below your ear.*

Luc: I felt those teeth sinking into my skin, gently at first, and the bites become more intense; my hand tightens around your neck, but not so it would hurt. Your arse pressed against me, my dick throbbed at the touch. A soft growl ran around my chest, rose up my throat and out of my mouth.

The world was us, here and now. No yesterday, no today, no tomorrow. Just now.

I persuaded the hands we had together to move, your leg that was bent; I ran them slowly along your thigh, your muscles tensing, as though the orchestra had moved with me. My lips continued across the nape of your neck, teeth and tongue following suit.

Wings: *I wanted more of your taste, but with the grip on my throat and how your mouth came back to my neck, I gave in and savored the sensations. All of them. I would have my time to get at you, I'm sure. For now, I would enjoy your attention on me.

I closed my eyes, heightening every single sensation when I did. My wings quivered, an extension of my own body with how it reacts to your every whim. Learning to push every single one of my buttons came so easily to you. My hand that had spent so much time in your hair fell to reach and grab your ass, letting my blunt nails score your flesh.

I could feel myself ache as our hands ran along my thigh, every muscle and tendon flexing as we moved. I didn't need to roll my hips to tease you with my ass. We were already flush against one another. No space allowed. Nothing hidden. I felt you, and you felt good exactly where you were.*

Luc: Fuck, you felt so good under the palms of my hands, in my mouth. The taste of your skin changed as you relaxed into my touch; if I could have drunk you right there, right then, I would have. I moved the bodyweight of my torso slightly, though your arse stayed where it was your torso moved.

My eyes took in every bit of you and every inch of your length. I released your neck, and my hand slid downwards again, my fingers kneading at your muscles; I leant down a little, and my lips brushed against your jaw, your cheekbones, your forehead.

Wings: *I Looked up at you, briefly meeting your eyes. The blues in mine were glowing a bit. My head tilted as your mouth moved along my jaw, grinning as your lips explored.

From this angle, I could see more of you as you had me leaning back a little. Like my body was laid across your stomach and chest. My hand found its way back up to your hair, fingers diving right into the curls. I knew you could see all of me now, and I didn't mind one bit. I'm sure my dick looked just as yours felt, hard and pressed along my ass and back. I liked being able to touch you. Your fingers explored, massaging over muscles and making me groan, a rumble filling my throat.*

Luc: Fuck. Your body felt so good under my fingers, your weight perfect against mine. The wolf stirred, watching through my eyes, watching my every touch of your body; he stretched as I reached. He curled up as my body pulled back.

My mouth continued to move over your skin, from shoulders to neck, from neck to face. My fingers continued over your torso; every inch, salacious thoughts ran through my mind. The wolf growled, I growled. Fuck.

Wings: *I brushed my lips along your jaw each chance I got, I couldn't help it. With my fingers tightly gripped in your hair, we both took turns stealing kisses of flesh. Your growl made my heart race. I groaned out louder this time, my mouth reaching to get to your throat to feel that rumble.

Teeth graze your flesh, the salt and musk of your skin hit my taste buds, this time a grunt leaving my lips. A soft curse follows, kissing my way up under your chin, letting my lips brush over yours, letting my eyes meet yours.*

Luc: The wolf stretched as your teeth grazed my skin, enjoying the feeling it was causing his human flesh. My dick throbbed and twitched.

When your lips brushed mine, my eyes pinned yours; my tongue slowly ran around my lips, tasting you, my fingers moved back towards your neck, my thumb went to one side of your neck, your pulse raced. My other fingers went to the other side, and I dropped my head.

My lips pressed against yours, gently opening my mouth, easing your lips apart. My tongue slid into your mouth; my fingers tightened around your throat, your pulse sped up quicker. My tongue found yours, the tip of mine slid along the middle of yours, and then I growled.........

My whole body moved, rolling on top of yours, pinning your frame under mine. The kiss became more serious, my mouth claiming yours.

Wings: *I watched your lips and tongue with absolute agony. You tasted me right there on them, and I craved more. But when your hand grasps my throat again, feeling your thumb along my pulse, I knew it spoke volumes with how fast it raced.

And then your lips claim mine. The mere feel of your lips making contact sent me reeling. My lips part at the will of your tongue, and then it slid over mine. A full spectrum of tastes made all my senses bloom. That growl I felt through every part of my being. Then I was under you, feeling your tight and toned body pressing against mine, one leg hooking over your hip.

With one hand tightly gripped in your dirty blonde curls, the other moved down over your back, fingers splayed, fingers digging into the tight flesh of your ass once I reached it. My entire body vibrated with a hum, kissing you back with everything I had. This kiss was our first, and I was damn sure going to make you remember it.*

Luc: I held my body weight on one arm, hovering above you, my mouth now being anything like gentle. My mouth wanted yours; I wanted to taste you, drink you in. I wanted you embedded on my lips. My body temperature soared. The hand that kept your neck in check moved, fingertips dug into the muscle of the leg you wrapped around me. My hips rolled forward; my dick pressed between both bodies as was yours.

I could hear your quills in the breeze; your body vibrated beneath me; the wolf arose to the call inside. My tongue continued to assault yours, wanting, needing more.

Wings: *My hips react to yours, repeating your movements as this kiss grew searing very quickly. It was a fueled desire that we mutually shared, God, help anything that dared to get in between this heat. We would burn them alive. Between tugs of my fingers through your hair, my nails bit into your scalp when your nails dug into my thigh. That drew out a groan that filled our kiss but never slowed it.

My hand grips at your ass, firm muscle under tight gropes that move to your hip as we both move against one another, seeking that delicious friction.

I couldn't help biting at your lip when we would part only long enough to steal breaths. There was nothing gentle about my bites either. I wanted you to feel everything I did, for the Wolf to know I was here too.*

Luc: The wolf dipped his head as your teeth sunk into the soft skin of my lip; he lifted his head back up, elongating his neck and a loud howl rattled around my head as he released it.

I chuckled inside but didn't stop my hand from exploring your thigh or my mouth from claiming yours. The taste buds on my tongue are full of you, your taste. Every time your nails dug into the muscle of my arse, I thrust forward again. My dick throbbed against your pelvis; my balls had tightened, happy to release their contents all over your stomach. They didn't. I wouldn't allow it.

After your teeth left my lips, I dropped my mouth to your ear. “I want to take every fucking part of you.........and you're going to let me.” My mouth then placed kisses along your jaw.

Wings: *it was as if my wings felt that howl, connected to the Wolf now, not just to the human that contains him. That sent a shiver right down my spine. Your hand grips my thigh, and I could feel how hard you were, pressing against me fully. My hips jut forward, pressing myself right against your abs, rutting eagerly. The need was there, and we both drove each other right to the edge and back again.*

Fuck. *Those words against my ear lit a fire that I felt from my toes all the way to my head. My cock throbbed, and I believed every word you said. I nodded. The only response I could manage because you had genuinely taken my breath away, and it was the most exhilarating feeling I had ever felt.*

Luc: My mouth continued along your jaw, your jawbone leading its way. Lips, tongue and teeth. Your chin is where I moved downwards; the thinnest skin under your chin gets the same treatment. My hand had reached around your hip, your arse cheek found itself in my palm. My tongue found your Adam's apple, the tip traced around it, feeling you swallow, my teeth held it gently and then released it. Our hips hadn't halted, still pressing into each other, dicks rutting against skin, friction.

Wings: *Your words repeated in my mind as your mouth backed those words up with action. The way you kissed, licked and nipped your way over my flesh showed me just how you planned to. I felt goosebumps litter my skin. With all the heat between us, I still had chills all over. Your hand on my ass, muscles flexing beneath your hold each time I rolled my hips into you. My hand in your hair tightens as your mouth continues to explore my flesh. Fuck. Everything felt incredible.*

Luc: I wanted to taste every part of you; I wanted to be awash with you. My mouth continued down your body, assaulting any skin it came across. My body slid further down yours, so my mouth could continue. Your dick planted solid presence against my chest bone as I laid between your legs, a hand splayed against one of your nipples, my fingers moving now and again to tweak or flick, your body's reaction to both my mouth and fingers bringing me enjoyment. Warm and cool patches of skin, I tasted them all. Your abs rolled under my tongue, hardened under my teeth.

Wings: *I was vocal. How could I not be? You and I alone under a star filled sky, the woods and the solitude where no one could hear us. You'd lick, I'd moan out for you, your fingers tease, and I'd hiss through my lips, you'd bite at my abs, and this animalistic grunt would sound out around us. I could feel myself ache against your chest when your body nestled between my legs. My fingers gently caress over your scalp between combing through those beautiful blonde curls. My other hand claws into the ground beside me, hips rolling and body rising with each reaction to your mouth. There wasn't a part of me you wanted to miss, an inch of me you didn't crave to taste. I couldn't get enough of you.*

Luc: Your dick poked my chin, I growled, but a smirk spread across my lips. As both my hands dug into the ground and lifted my body weight, I knew exactly what I wanted. I wanted your dick, that was true, but right now, I wanted your insides. The wolf scratched under my skin; he wanted more. He wanted your insides. A feral growl ripped from me. “Turn over Wings.”

Wings: *I sat up on my elbows as you pulled up off my body, meeting your eyes. I felt that growl. It wasn't a request. Oh, fucking hell. It was a demand. My eyes skimmed down your body briefly and then back to your eyes before I turned over for you. I bit my lip, worried my wings were in the way. They settled in against my back. My entire body hummed as I glanced back at you and groaned as my eyes found yours again. The intensity was palpable.*

Luc: I lowered myself onto all fours; my dick pressed hard against my stomach. Throbbing, the tip wet with pre-cum. My eyes could see you perfectly in the dark, the curve to your spine even though your wings were folded on your back. My knee nudged your thigh, edging it wider. Further apart. For me. For the wolf.

I lowered myself to the dimples at the bottom of your spine; the tip of my tongue traced them, circles, perfect. My teeth sunk into your arse cheek, the wolf growled. Warmer skin, deeper taste. He and I wanted more. I pushed myself up on my elbows, my hands massaged your arse cheeks, and when my mouth had finished with your dimples, my tongue trailed to the gap between your cheeks.

Wings: *My legs parted with the help of your knee, my knees digging into the dirt. The feel of your mouth on my lower back made my head fall forward with a groan. My upper half lowered, leaving my bottom half raised for you. My dick hung heavy between my thighs, knowing you were just as heavy, if not more, between your legs. The sinful image was making me groan just as your teeth bit into my ass cheek. I swear I had been waiting for that bite forever.

With your tongue tracing those dips in my back, I felt my entire body respond. An ache that claims me that you ignited. Your tongue leaves my back and glides down the part of my ass, my groan going deeper, more throaty. My ass cheeks flexing beneath your touch. Fucking Wolf. I knew exactly what you wanted, and I wanted it too.*

Luc: Your torso lowered for me, and my tongue trailed down the gap between your cheeks. Fuck. This was you. This was your core taste. My tongue flattened, was it mine or did the wolf have a hand in it too? I didn't think about it. I didn't give a fuck. I lapped at your tightness. The muscles, not wanting to relinquish what was inside, I wasn't going to force them. My hand released your arse cheeks, braided against the side of my tongue causing a growl. One hand slid around your thigh, brushing against your length, fuck you were heavy and hard, and my fingers couldn't help wrapping around your girth. Damn, you felt good in my hand, and as I stroked your dick, my tongue penetrated your wall of muscle. The fucking wolf howled loudly inside my head.

Wings: *Your tongue followed that part all the way down to that tightness, and I gasped out loud, hands splayed out in front of me, gripping at blades of grass. I felt that tongue brushing over it, not gaining entry right away but savoring the feel of you tasting me. Your hand came around, just brushing my length at first, but then you soon took hold of that. Just as you did, your tongue pushed inside, and my breath caught in my throat, finally coming out as a low, long lasting groan. Slow strokes over my length, making me pant out softly each time you came up to the swollen tip of me.*

Luc: My thumb brushed over your swollen tip, pre-cum coating your head after my thumb had smeared it with multiple passes over the hub of nerves. Your length throbbed in my hand as I continued moving my hand up and down your length. Each vein pulsating against the palm of my hand, my grip tightened. My tongue sweeps inside your core, now and again retracting, so I got the satisfaction of hearing that gasp.

Wings: *Each time your thumb glides across my weeping tip, I shudder and let out another groan into the night air. It worked against my reserve, trying not to lose myself so quickly to be able to enjoy this moment longer. It was selfish. And it didn't help matters with the way your tongue dips inside me, getting that reaction you wanted over and over. My hips circle slowly, thrusting into your palm and then moving back against your mouth. I didn't know in that moment which felt better, but both were driving me crazy with need.*

Luc: My tongue pressed deeper inside, my forehead resting on you as my spare hand wrapped around my dick. The grunt I gave caused me to have to remove my tongue; for a moment, I hissed. My other hand continued to stroke your length, the pulsating, the hardness, my tongue delved back in. The wolf was enjoying your core. My hand began moving in sync with the one wrapped yours; my hips pressed into my hand. Fuck.

Wings: Fuck. I'm losing my grip, Lucian.. *My words desperate, words of an angel close to that glorious brink. Each time your tongue pushes inside, I lose a little more of that grip and even more so as you stroke over my aching cock. The only thing holding me back is wanting you to dive over that edge with me. I rocked on my knees, pumping myself in and out of your hand between pushing back into your sinful mouth that was doing everything right. My dick leaked heavily, dripping from my slit and over your knuckles. I knew I wouldn't last much longer.*

Luc: I heard your words, words of an angel floated on the air along with your groans, reaching the heavenly hallways hopefully. My knuckles began dripping from the hand around your dick, my other hand around my dick could feel the pulsating quickening, the bulbous tip now lost in the covering of pre-cum. My tongue is encompassed in your core. Fuck. Both hands sped up, the quickening longer strokes urging, encouraging us both. My hips, your hips thrusting. Groans, curses. Growls. My dick released the warm, salty white cum, first spitting, then streams. I removed my tongue as my teeth bit down into your arse cheek as my hips took on a life of their own.

Wings: *The heady, musky scent of your release hit my senses, and I was overcome with sensations. My body jerked forward into your grip, fucking my dick over your palm as my dick pulsed and spurts out ribbons of release. I cried out into the night, a long, low moan as your teeth dented the flesh of my ass, a shudder claiming me from head to toe, through my wings, my face flushed as it turned to the side and looked back at you. Your mouth is still attached to my ass. I grinned, eyes glossed over and my body lax.* damn..

Luc: My hips slowed, the jerks subsided, my teeth loosened, releasing the skin they'd had captured. I tilted my head a little and saw you looking, your body still shuddering slightly like my own. I gave you a grin and shook my hand, wiping the remnants on your arse. “You wanted my scent all over you....” I slumped back and grabbed you, yanking you into my arms. I laid you against my chest because moving right now wasn't an option.

Wings: *I chuckled, landing back with you, your arms all around me and my face rubbing over your chest.* And you've seen to it quite thoroughly, Luc. *I smiled up at you before stretching out my neck to place a kiss to your lips, my smile broadened.* That was incredible..*With that, I laid my head back down against your chest, my arms around your middle.*

Luc: “Of course it was...” I chuckled and tightened my grip on you. I brought my knuckles up and ran them across your cheek; I sniffed the air; there was a couple of hours before the sun would rise. “You want to nap?” The wolf already curled up, licking his lips. “Might want to get some antiseptic for that arse bite in the morning too.” I chucked and closed my eyes, resting my head upon the tree trunk.

Wings: It may be healed before the morning anyway. Which is a shame. *I chuckled softly to myself, letting my fingers trace across your stomach. My cheek was still warm from your touch. I smiled to myself.* a nap would be good. I can't bring myself to move now anyway. I just want to stay right here.

Luc: “If we move, we will miss the sunrise; I want to watch it with you. It's the memory of the night you spent with me from sunset to sunrise. The night I held your dick in my hand and my teeth sunk in your arse.”

I edged down the tree a little, so you could get more comfortable for the nap we both wanted.

Wings: *It was that mix of sentimental and naughty that made it impossible to disagree with you. It was an incredible evening. Sunset to sunrise. Just you and I. Some cravings satisfied in between. My head rested against your chest, getting comfortable for a nap with you. We would watch the sunrise soon enough. Now it was time to rest our minds and bodies, a grin plastered on my lips.*

Luc: The last thing I saw was a grin plastered on your lips; with a chuckle, I closed my eyes. My arms wrapped around you, keeping you in place against my chest while you slept.

Wings: *I closed my eyes, surrounded by the warmth of your arms and your body. The last thing I remember before I nodded off was the sound of the wind dancing through the leaves, my wings moulding to the curve of my back, the wind softly rustling them too.*

#TheWolfAndTheAngel Pt8

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rebelheartsmustbefree · 3 years

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Luc: “Take the shorts off Wings; it was you that wanted to wear them.”

The wolf was ready and restless; he’d already managed to flip my eyes. My muscles were trembling; I had an itch down my spine. You’d think the fucker hadn't been out for months.

“I've enjoyed cooking with you too, Wings. My kitchen isn't used to two people at once....” I grinned. “We did well.”

Wings: I'm not sitting at this dinner with you, with my dick out. *My dick twitched like it knew I mentioned it, the state it was perpetually in around you having worn on it all damn day. I was undoubtedly going to take a very long shower before I worked the bar tomorrow.*

You'll see me naked soon as we're done here, Wolf.. be good.

*Hell. I needed to be good. Another mouthful of pasta, another groan, another look at you. Fuck.*

I'm guessing we'd do well everywhere, Lucian..

Luc: I thought about that; you sat at the table with your dick out. I took my last mouthful of food and wondered how many times I’d sat her butt naked.

“You never know, Wings. There may be somewhere we won't do well....” Right now, I couldn't think of what, but it was valid.

I leant back in my chair, my fingers running through my curly dirty blonde hair.

Wings: *I laughed. There wasn't much I didn't do well with. But I let you think that for now. As I finished up my plate, I stood and hooked my thumbs in my shorts, shoving them down. I never took my eyes off you, stepping out of them and flinging them right at your pretty face before I gathered some dishes to take them over to the sink.*

I have no issue being naked, Lucian. I just didn't want to distract you from your food. *With my dick proudly hard and jutting out from my hips, I came back to the table to gather the rest of the dishes and take them back to the sink to rinse them.*

Luc: I let the shorts drop from my face; they were obscuring my view for a second. Mighty good dick the angel had, and when you took the plates across the kitchen that arse, I used the heel of my hand to move my own dick.

“Wings, nothing distracts me from my food, not even your impressive dick and arse.”

I grabbed what was left to save you walking back again; I placed everything from my hands in the sink.

The shorts I wore went down my legs; I grinned to myself. I left them in a pile on the floor to go in the wash.

“You ready to head out, Wings?”

Wings: *My eyes went down to your shorts to watch them fall down around your feet, letting my eyes come back up and taking a good look.* mmh.. yep. I'm ready.

*I brushed past you, letting my fingers skim over your hip as I do, heading for your deck.

As soon as I reached the open space, my wings bloomed from the nothingness, breathing free, feeling the air and embracing it.*

Luc: “Hey!” I tried to cover myself, to no avail, but I winked. I felt your fingers brush over my hip.

“Can't help yourself, can you, Wings?”

Your wings spread perfectly; the breeze curled the edges only slightly, and I stopped in my tracks. It would never matter how many times I saw them; each time was magnificent. I walked up behind you as you hadn't moved, both hands lifted, my palms pressed onto the quills. My dick throbbed, my muscles spawned. Fucking hell.

Wings:*As if you minded me looking at your dick. That thought amused me. Also, the thought of me stealing a touch of your flesh. I smirked to myself as I stood there and let my wings unfurl. I felt your hands in my wings, I let myself enjoy it as much as it was meant to be enjoyed. Fuck that felt good. My eyes closed for a moment, and I felt this hum reverberate from the tips of my toes to the tips of my feathers. It came out a low purr.* Lucian..

*I felt your touch in every inch of my body. Every nerve. Every molecule. Every aching inch of my dick. I swallowed thickly.*

I like how you touch them..

Luc: I moved my fingers gently through the quills; my thumbs gently ran down the middle of some of the quills. The feel of them against my skin, so soft.

Then so quickly, everything changed. My bones snapped, Muscles ripped. Jaw elongated. I quickly removed my hands from your wings as my nails lengthened, my hands shrunk. Darkness.

The wolf's eyes opened, your legs in front of him; he slipped between them, his nose lifting upwards. His golden eyes were looking up at you. He took a step forward and growled, stopped looking back and then began walking again, growling again.

Wings: *I didn't have to look to know what was happening. The unmistakable sound of your bones breaking told me. Will it ever not affect me? Will I ever not hurt when I hear that? Heavy paws hit the deck, and the Wolf slips between my legs and looks up at me. Bright blue eyes shone back at the wolf's golden eyes. That growl was seemingly drawing out my own primal sound, that hum that vibrates me to my very core.

As soon as the Wolf cleared my legs, I began walking alongside him, giving him his space but still with him the whole time.*

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rebelheartsmustbefree · 3 years

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Luc: I listened, let the reply roll around my brain, deciding what day I would go.

“So you're there by yourself?” I turned my head, a brow cocked to look at you, and a wicked grin spread across my lips.

“I’ll pop to see this bar of yours, don't worry, the wolf will find you.” I chuckled and turned back, drinking my coffee, my eyes in the pathway, my peripheral vision on you. “Do you want to let those wings tonight before you have to go to the bar tomorrow?”

Wings: Of course he will find me. I'm saturated with your scent and his. *Another sip of coffee down, and then I let it rest on my thigh for a moment, tapping my fingers along the side.*

Yes, I'm alone. Things never get too out of hand there that I can't handle it. *I lift my other hand to rub over the back of my neck. The short hairs there are still prickled and on end as I rub over them.*

Absolutely. Two nights in a row with my wings free, that's never happened for me before. It will feel good. *I ran my finger up through my hair before dropping it down to my stomach, breakfast was damn good, and I was still full.*

Luc: I dropped my head back and closed my eyes, coffee still in hand. “Then that's what we should do. We can go out before sunset and watch the sun go down tonight, as well as up....” I chuckled.

“Any requests, or shall we just go for it?” In my mind, I was walking my land, thinking of stunning places to watch the sunset. I didn't want us to return to the place we had watched it rise. I wanted to watch it there because that was the specific rock we’d jump from into the water. It was where I’d helped clean your wings.

Wings: *I smiled at the prospect of being able to watch the sunset and rise with you tonight. All the while being able to let my wings out again. That was one of the best parts about being here with you. And the scenery. And I'm definitely not just talking about your land.*

I say we just go for it. It worked well for us last night, and it was incredible. *My eyes went over to you, your head back and eyes closed, looking sexy as ever. It was effortless with you. And you knew it. Cocky ass Wolf. But that was one of the reasons I enjoyed you so much. I laughed to myself, thinking it was a good thing I didn't have an ego because there wouldn't be room enough with how big yours was.*

Luc: “Going for it sounds good. We can eat before we leave.” Though I knew you didn't need food, the wolf did. I had no intention of letting him eat you or do the best I could not put temptation in his way. My brain was showing me memories of last night. How happy you’d looked. How your smile spread across your lips, the blush you thought I didn't notice that often spread across your cheeks. I chuckled.

“I will find us the perfect spot.......well, the wolf will. He knows the best spots.” I rolled my head towards you and opened my eyes, winked and grinned.

Wings: *I grinned back at you, and it was automatic. Like I couldn't help myself. Nor did I want to. Just my natural reaction to just seeing your smile. I went back to my coffee, thinking about getting to let my wings free again tonight. It made me happy. I was very grateful you let me hang out and do that with you.*

I have no doubts that between the both of you, you'll find someplace amazing. *I glanced down into my coffee cup and could see it nearing the bottom. Getting to my feet, I glanced into yours, seeing the same.* want some more, Luc?

Luc: I downed the last mouthful of coffee in my cup and held it out. “Go for it, Wings.”

Mine and the wolf's eyes watched as you walked back into my house. The way it felt familiar with you there, moving around. There weren't many people who came here; I didn't allow it. This was mine. I sat up......an angel moved around my kitchen, the way your body flowed, your muscles moving just under your skin. Your arse in my shorts.

I grinned to myself and sat back. Fucking Wings, the thought brought a massive grin to my face.

Wings: *Grabbing your cup, I made my way back into your home, getting us a refill on the coffee. Like any other time, I felt your eyes on me. I felt it every time. It was a warm feeling, one like that spark left on me. Only it was heat, and it licked right up my spine. That was only one of the ways you affected me.

I brought our coffees back, joining you on the deck again. You had this huge grin on your lips, and I couldn't help but wonder what made you smile like that.* nice and hot and fresh for you, Blondie. *I handed your cup back to you and opted for leaning against the railing of your deck, the sturdy wood bracing me at the small of my back as I took a drink of my coffee.*

Luc: “Just like me, Wings...” I chuckled and took the coffee. I looked up into those blue eyes, shone in the sun, not as brightly as I had seen them but still stunning.

The wolf stirred again, his eyes watching, taking in every microscopic inch of you. He saw things my human eyes missed. The way the hairs on your arms lifted to the tiny breeze in the air. The way your mouth changed when your eyes turned to look into the house. The way it twitched when you looked back at me. He growled. Cocky bastard. Both of us.

Wings: *I glanced out towards the woods; a soft breeze was making the leaves dance. A few multicoloured ones near the tops were already turned to their festive fall color. I didn't want to sound like a broken record, but it was so beautiful out here. I couldn't get over how perfect it was. The sun was warm on my face, the late afternoon warmth was at its peak.

Sipping my coffee, I looked back at you, your eyes already on me, my smile grew.*

What do you think you'd want for dinner before we head out for the night? I can make you something. I gotta earn my keep somehow.

Luc: The wolf's eyes shone through mine; my tongue flicked out over my lip, slipping along. Damn fucking wolf. I fought with him internally, a battle he fought well but lost. I closed my eyes and put him back in his cage.

After a moment, my eyes were clear, and I grinned. “I have a fridge full of food; we can decide and cook it together...we did so well this morning,” I smirked. “Make the most of me helping; I fully intend to let you wait on me at your bar.” I chuckled.

Wings: *I smirked, shaking my head with a deep chuckle. That look was all primal. Had to be the Wolf. The kind of stare that seems to see right through me. Another chill claims me, I try my best to shake it off.*

You just want to watch my ass as I walk away, don't you? Mmhmm.. I can feel that already. *I snapped the waistband of your shorts, the elastic snapping against my hip.*

Just don't go making me too hard, Lucian. I'll never manage to get my jeans off that way. *I snickered into my coffee cup as I took another drink.*

Luc: “You know that's going to happen, Wings.” I winked at you, a huge smirk on my face. “In fact, I will work on it purposely just to watch you try and walk.”

I drank some coffee and slid off my chair. I closed the distance between us and stood in front of you. “Isn't that usually the case when you're around me? Hard....constantly....” I chuckled.

“Let's go and find food Wings; we can put something in and let it cook.

Wings: I think that's the case for both of us, Blondie. *My eyes met yours, a confident grin on my lips, my hand raised to place it on your stomach as I slipped past you.*, let's go see what we can get going in the kitchen.

*I headed in and went for the fridge, checking out what you had that we could fix up and throw in the oven as I finished my coffee.* I can make some pasta. Smother it in cheese. Get our stomach all warm and full before we head out for the night?

Luc: A small roll of my eyes happened and then followed you as you wandered back inside the house.

“I’m happy with that. Tell me what you want me to do, Wings.” I then laughed and went to the upright where I kept my pans. “What pans do you want?”

I wasn't sure what this cheesy pasta was, a brow cocked. “Does it have meat in it? I like my meat.”

Wings: *I smirk as I turn around, your question was much too tempting to pass up.* what do I want -YOU- to do.. hmm. That's a dangerous question, Lucian. *One brow waggles just to be the goof I am.

I placed a pack of chicken breasts on the counter and pointed to it.* There will be chicken in it, is that okay or do you need more meat?

*I sat the pan out to start boiling the water for noodles.* I'm going to cheat this time and just use Jar spaghetti sauce. One day I'll make you some homemade sauce with meatballs and such. Sound good?

Luc: A laugh exploded from me at your answer. “I knew you wouldn't be able to resist Wings. All those bad things are going through your mind right now...” The laughter subsided, and a huge smirk appeared.

“Chicken is fine; I like chicken with anything. Usually full ones....” Another chuckle. I didn't mind you using a jar, but I looked when you said meatballs.

“So what you're telling me....” I closed the cupboard and leant against it. “Is....” I folded my arms. “You want to eat my balls one night?” I smirked like a motherfucker.

Wings: *preparing the chicken, I listen to you with a half cocked smirk the whole time. I knew you would circle back around to those balls. Your balls.

I passed by you, brushing my body against yours on my way to placing the chicken in the casserole dish.*

Admit it, you're imagining your balls.. in my mouth. *I turned to glance at you briefly before starting the pasta and sauce.* and to be specific.. if I'm cooking it.. wouldn't you technically be eating... -MY- balls?

Luc: As your body brushed against mine, my eyes bore right into yours.

“Oh, imagining your balls in my mouth all right...” I smirked.

You continued making the food as I leant against the fridge, and I watched the smirk spread into a grin after your words.

“If we are technical, yes, I would be eating your balls at my table. I like spreading things across my table and munching down on them...” I chuckled and moved; I contemplated brushing against you but didn't; the imagery in your head would have much more effect on you.

Wings: *I glanced over at the table as you mentioned it, ignoring the chill that licked right up my back and tickled my spine. You fucking ass. You knew the imagination you evoked from me. I groaned and continued with prepping the dish.*

You seem like you're the kind of man who would like a spread on that table. Food or otherwise..

*I side eyed you with a smirk, never stopping with preparing the food.* Can you hand me the cheese, Luc?

Luc: I pushed up off the fridge, knowing the images in your head were swirling. “That's true.....” I opened the door. “What better way to enjoy something than spread it....” I grabbed the cheese and closed the door, holding it out for you to take.

“I let you have that image, Wings.” I grinned and then walked behind you, picking up some pasta and popping it into my mouth with a mhmm down your ear. “Delicious,” I whispered against the soft skin of your neck.

Wings: *I take the package of cheese from you, knowing full well you were winning this back and forth between us. You knew which buttons to push of mine and how hard to push them before I became flustered.

And then your word, along with warm breath, hits my neck, and I knew I had lost this round. I blew out a breath and applied the cheese on top before slipping it in the oven, setting the timer.*

There. About forty-five minutes and that will be hot and ready for us. *I couldn't make eye contact at the moment. You knew me all too well. I slipped by you to rinse out the pans and dishes we'd used for prep.* Are you hungry?

Luc: A grin set across my lips as you slid out from in front of me. I turned around and leant where you had stood a second ago. “I'm always hungry; it's my super secret.” Amusement filtered through the words.

I chuckled and thought I’d give my shorts a break and your dick from the hardness that kept coming and going. “You want a coffee while we wait?”

My body moved quickly and fluidly to the coffee maker. Hitting heat. I stood and watched you, too much concentration in those eyes for rinsing a pot. You were trying to blank out images. Your shoulders were tight, too tight. Your back is a little too straight. I smiled.

Wings: *Moments pass, and I realize I had been too quiet for too long. Shit.*

Yes, to the coffee. *I shut the water off and then realized that response was far too late since you were already making the damn coffee. I turned and opened up the dishwasher and began putting our dishes away from this morning so I could start filling it with these ones.* Do you want a salad or anything with our pasta bake?

*I finished with loading the machine and leaned against the counter, finally able to look right at you, smiling wide.*

Luc: I tilted my head every time you bent down to remove something from the dishwasher, fuck that arse was something else.

When you’d finished, and you turned and smiled at me, I grinned. The coffee maker stopped dribbling water. I turned and poured in one swift movement. “Salad sounds great. I’ll make it. I'm good with my hands.” I held the steaming mug out to you.

“You can put your feet up, not on my table; feet aren't allowed...” Smirking.

Wings: *I laughed, taking the coffee from you.* oh, feet aren't allowed on there? I can respect that.

*I hopped on the end of the counter, out of your way so you could make the salad.* Hopefully, my ass on the counter is okay? *My brow arches with the question as I take a drink of my coffee. My hands wrap around the mug to warm my fingers from being wet from the water, enjoying the heat of it.* next time, and when I make meatballs and sauce for us, I'll make some homemade bread too. It will be delicious.

*That word almost caught in my throat. I remember just moments ago how it sounded as you breathed it out over my neck. I went back to my coffee, closing my eyes to savor the sip.*

Luc: “Arses are allowed everywhere.” I chuckled. As I walked past, I brushed my palm over your thigh. I pulled open the door to the fridge, grabbing everything to make a salad into my arms.

With the chopping board in front of me, a knife in my hand, I began slicing and dicing. I threw out a hand to the cupboard above me, grabbed a bowl. Lettuce, onion, cucumber, peppers, tomatoes, mushrooms, corn, spring onion. Salt, pepper, oil, vinaigrette. I grabbed the bead and ripped it onto a baking tray, splashed with oil and garlic salt and slipped it in the oven with the pasta to make croutons.

“We can take them out in 10, add them to the salad.” I grinned and picked up my coffee.

Wings: Everywhere you say? *I wagged my brows at you over my coffee cup as I take another drink. I still felt the warmth of your hand on my thigh. It was like you were leaving me with memories each time you touched me. No touch was irrelevant.

I watched you getting this salad put together, chopping everything up, making dressing and making your own croutons. My brow raises in complete amusement. That was damn impressive right there.

When you were finished prepping them, you slid them into the oven, and I shamelessly checked out your ass. Damn that ass of yours. Made those shorts look good.*

Damn.. homemade croutons, I can honestly say I'd never had them, but I'm sure excited to try.

Luc: “You thought I couldn't cook?” I laughed and crossed my arms, leaning against the counter, the edge digging into the small of my back as I crossed one foot over the other.

“I’ll have you know I'm quite adept in the kitchen, not just at the table...” I couldn't help the smirk spread across my lips. “I was taught, it's not a natural gift...” I laughed some more. “I'm not Wings, but I can hold my own..” I gave you a lopsided grin.

“Talking of arses on counters, yours is the one that's been there the longest...”

Wings: Your cooking skills were not the reason for my comments, Luc. *I shook my head with a laugh, letting my eyes wander over as your leg crossed over the other one. Eyes move from your legs and upward, soft skin and muscles, abs flexing almost as if they knew I was looking. My lips curve into a grin as I meet your eyes.*

No, you're not me. Thankfully. It would be weird if I got turned on by myself. You're you. That makes it hot. *I winked, snickering as I sip on my coffee. I swallowed it down with a hum and decided I wanted to tease you.*

So what you're saying is.. all the hot men who sit on your counter never are left there sitting long before you've carried them off? Mmh.. now I get it. *Wags my brows*

Luc: “Now that would be telling, I don't kiss and tell....” I frowned. “Don't lick or fuck and tell either....” Wiggling my brows.

“I’ve divulged enough telling you of the table...” I pushed off the counter and walked over to you, your knees slightly apart as I pressed my waist between them. “The couch has never had a man on it, naked.” I bent forward; my arm reached around you, and my hand wrapped around the garlic salts. My eyes, though, never left yours. I took a step back and went back to the oven.

Wings: *I almost spilled my coffee when you slipped between my legs, trying my best to keep my composure. I chuckled, which sounded more like a groan, and kept my eyes on yours.*

The couch? I'll have to remember to change that, Wolf.. *I cleared my throat as you backed off and went back to the oven with your seasonings. Fucker. I was calm and okay until then. Now I was all flustered again and watching every move you made as you worked.*

Luc: I opened the oven, pulled out the croutons, quickly dashed more garlic on the top and slipped them on the glass part of the counter for hot things that weren't me.

“They’ll take a little to cool, but we can throw them in when your pasta is ready.”

There was no hiding the hard on I had in these shorts, not that I cared. The fucker had been on and off all day; in fact, every time I’d stared at Angel's arse for more than a minute, my dick had twitched. I may have to grab some tissues for the Angel at some point, though.

Wings: *I finished my coffee and hopped down off the counter to check the timer on that pasta dish.* That'll be done in about ten minutes or so, and then we can feast. *I rub my hands together, proud of what we can get accomplished together in this kitchen amid all the times you rendered me useless just by being sexy.

I grabbed some plates down from the cupboard, silverware next and then headed in to set the table for us.* It smells so good. I hope you like it. *I smiled at you as I turned, finishing up with the table and coming back to rinse my coffee cup in the sink.*

Luc: The wolf watched as you walked to the table; I wished he wouldn't do that, decide to take over my sight. The muted colours of his sight, carefully watching as though he had his prey in sight.

That smile as you walked back to the sink, the wolf growled, my chest rumbled. My nose was on your skin, my tongue out before I had any say in the matter; it ran the length of your arm unhindered by anything, another growl. My tongue dragged along your shoulder, to the soft skin at the crook of your neck, another growl. My tongue went back in my mouth, and I took a step back, shaking my head. My eyes became my own again.

“Ten minutes, you say, I'm starving.”

Wings: Lucian.. *My voice was a low groan, the cup was set down in favor of clutching the edge of the sink, eyes squeezing shut as I prayed silently that I wouldn't combust in these shorts. He would definitely have my scent on these shorts with how hard I was right now. The growl let me know exactly why the lick was happening.. or who was really doing the licking.

Your tongue drawing right up my neck in the crook had me white knuckle gripping that sink. I refuse to come in these shorts, for fucks sake. I opened my eyes and turned to grab a hot pad and check on the pasta. The cheese had browned slightly, and it was bubbling around the edges. I pulled it out and carried it over to the table. I knew full well I was straining against these shorts, and I didn't care one bit. You did it to me, and you had every right to see that.*

Come on, Let's eat so we can hit the woods. I'm in need of a dip for sure.

Luc: I followed the food, the wolf now restless for everything. I could feel my muscles trembling. He could fuck off; I wanted food. I quickly ran my hands under the water, dried them and threw the croutons on the top of the salad, bringing them over to the table.

The pasta’s aroma had my stomach growling loudly; I think it was my stomach. Serving spoons for the salad and juice, I went back and collected. Sitting opposite you at the table.

“He likes you.... The wolf.” As though that was an explanation as to why my tongue was attacking you while you washed the pots. I‘d had a full view of the hardness of you, that damn fucking wolf.

Wings: *My teeth drag over my bottom lip as I look over the table at you, your words hadn't come as a surprise, but you actually saying them.. that was different.*

I can tell in many ways. *I sat up from my chair and grabbed one of those spoons, dishing us out some of the pasta. Here and there, my eyes would catch yours, and I'd smile.* I like him too... the Wolf.

*I sat back down and let you dish out the salad for us. The words repeated in my mind as I watched you. It went unsaid, but I knew you understood I liked the whole package of you. All of you.*

So he won't bite me when we're out there? *I wasn't afraid of him, just respectfully cautious. I didn't want him shredding my wings like we'd had a pillow fight.*

Luc: After plating the salad on the plates with the pasta, I thought about your question.

“He's temperamental, he likes you, but he likes rabbits too...” I chuckled at the comparison that I knew you’d know wasn't true. “I don't think he will. If he is hunting, just keep out of his way....” I grinned and grabbed my fork. “I don't want to come back to me and have to take you to the hospital; that would take some explaining....” I looked over at you and smiled. “Wings coming out of your back, shredded. I'm not sure the world is ready for oh ‘oh it was a wolf, me, attacked the angel.’

I took a mouthful of food, making noises at how good it was.

Wings: I do stay out of his way. And if he bites me, just let me heal. Don't take me to the hospital. *I laughed, getting some of that salad on my fork and to my mouth. I wanted to taste what you'd made first. A mouth full and grinning, it was quite delicious.* incredible croutons with this salad, Luc. Damn.

*I shoved another bite in, groaning this time, getting another crouton and some of that dressing you made. It all worked together so well.

After swallowing my second, embarrassingly big bite of salad, I went right for the cheesy, saucy stuff, yet another big bite set on my fork, ready to feed my face.*

And if he bites my ass, you'll have to take care of that wound. *winks*

Luc: I’d filled my fork with both cheesy pasta and salad, and I was glad I’d swallowed when you told me I’d have to take care of your arse.

“Your arse doesn't heal? “ I smirked. I took another mouthful of food. Damn, it was good. The pasta holding all the cheese instead of it being in the salad added another dimension to it. As we sat eating, I felt a swell of pride that you like my croutons, my salad. I found myself grinning.

“Any injuries, I will make sure you're well looked after. You'll be the top priority.” Just one wag of my brow and a smirk on my lips until I dug into the food again.

Wings: All of me heals. But if this ass gets bitten by those Wolf chompers, you'll need to nurse me back to health just because I want it. *A smirk plays upon my lips as I pluck a piece of cheese from my plate and pop it in my mouth. The idea of you taking care of me made me heat up like the oven we just cooked in.

I was enjoying this meal. We cooked it together, and it was feeding that Wolf, so maybe he won't chomp on my ass after all. I didn't need to be bitten just for you to look at my ass. I knew you did any chance you could get.*

Are you excited to head out tonight, Luc? *I knew I was. Getting to see the sunset and rise with you was going to be lovely.*

Luc: I burst out laughing; I could imagine you running around with your arse stuck out so the wolf would bite it if he went for you.

“Don't worry, Wings, I'm sure he won't bite you.”

I continued to eat my food as you spoke.

“I am looking forward to it...” I looked over at you, my lopsided grin in place. “I’m going to take you somewhere different from the other night; we can go swimming first if you want to.” My brow cocked.

Wings: Swimming sounds perfect. And I can't wait to see where you take me this time. *I smiled across the table at you, I could feel my Wings itching to be let out again. They were going to get spoiled and want this all the time.* I can't wait to take these shorts off..

*I couldn't help the smirk that graces my lips. It was true. I've been restrained in these shorts and a painful on and off hard on all damn day. And you knew it. Probably every inch of it. Like I knew yours.*

I really like cooking with you, Luc.

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Luc: My eyes opened to the sun high in the sky, heat pounding down onto my skin. You were bundled on my chest, limbs still wrapped together and entangled, entwined. The heat had warmed your skin, your scent the first thing I inhaled with my eyes awake. Something was soothing, calming about it. The wolf inside curled up, uncaring the human world had awoken this day. I looked down; your head slightly turned on my chest, random hairs out of place. Those beautiful blue eyes closed, dark lashes kissing your cheeks. I smiled, looking back up to the sky, unmoving. Just laying.

Wings: *I could feel the sun warming my skin. It wasn't early morning anymore. The soft rises and falls of your chest is what lulled me to sleep earlier, and now I was beginning to wake to the same feeling. My eyes barely peek open, seeing soft blonde hairs covering across your pecs. Your body was tanned perfectly, which I knew why and it made me smile. I didn't move, just laying here surveying your body privately while being surrounded and covered with your scent. It had permeated my entire body, and I didn't mind one fucking bit.*

Luc: After a few minutes, I smirked to myself. “Your breathing pattern and heartbeat have changed; I know you're awake, Wings. Your admiring all the sexy that is me aren't you?” I laughed and rolled onto my side, shifting you to the soft moss on the woodland floor.

“How are you this morning?” My golden eyes looking into your blue ones. “How do you fancy breakfast?” I grinned. “I've not eaten for hours; my fucking sexy arse will shrink. Then what will you look at?”

I flipped over; one hand lands at each side of your head, leaning down my tongue slips from between my lips and licks your cheek. “Taste as good as you smell Wings.” My muscles tensed as my arms pushed me off the floor to a standing position; I held out my hand for you.

Wings: *Your gravelly voice filled the air around us. Busted. I grinned and drew a finger along your abs.*

I was admiring the view, yes. *As I answered, you roll me onto my back and you onto your side, I grinned up at you. Your eyes golden and looking into mine. Their beauty rivalled that sunset we watched.* I could definitely eat. And we have to make sure that ass of yours doesn't shrink. It's part of my view that I admire. *Laughing, smirking up at you when you hover above me, letting a soft groan fall from my lips as you lick my cheek. I placed my hand in yours as you got to your feet. Joining you, I dip my head and drag my tongue up the side of your neck.* You taste as good as you smell, Lucian.. now let's get some grub.. *I whispered against your ear before I pulled back.*

Luc: I chuckled as your tongue and its tastebuds ran up my neck. “Of course I do....” A lopsided grin with an accompanying brow wiggle was the reply to your words.

The fire which had gloriously shone a light for us and kept us warm, now ashes and embers. Left behind us as we wandered back down the pathway. With a last glance to the water, its tired current glistened in the sunlight.

“Bacon? Steak and eggs? Potatoes? All of them?” I scoffed. I knew you only ate to be polite; I ate because I was damn fucking hungry.

Wings:*A boyish grin claims my lips hearing your cocky response, that brow wiggle making me grin even more. You definitely knew how to make me smile. Amongst so many other things.

As we began making our way back towards the river we started in, I observed how the sun greeted our flesh as it filtered through the trees.* I can't wait to come in here during the fall. It's going to be gorgeous. *I glanced over at you and smiled warmly. Before we come across my clothes. I gather them up quickly as we continue towards your home.*

I say we make everything. I can help. Happy to.

Luc: I watched as you bundled your clothes into your arms.

“I agree. All of it.” The woods were alive, the morning chorus of earlier now happy tweets as birds flew everywhere, beneath the woods floor small animals scattered from our intrusion as we walked. The sun caught our skin as we walked. Its warmth was greeting not only our skin but the leaves, flowers, trees and animals, breathing life into everything. Flowers opening as though praying to it leaves lifting as though to pray. Our skin glistened as in praise to it.

My house appeared as though grown from the undergrowth, the glass door as we left it wide open. I smiled and then looked over at you; your mouth turned into a smile as though an internal joke had been said. Your muscular torso was looking superb as you breathed in and out. Fuck. I stopped, and you continued, unprepared for me to do so; I grinned like a motherfucker as I checked that arse.

I began walking again before you noticed and caught up to you on the steps to the deck.

Wings: *I laughed to myself, hell, my clothes even smelled like you, and I wasn't even wearing them all night. As your house came into view, I relaxed my shoulders, rolling them back and letting my wings settle back into their cloak. And just like that, they were tucked away. Smelling of you. A wide grin claims my lips. As we stepped onto your back deck, I looked over at you, seeing a grin on that mouth of yours. I wondered if I'd missed something.* Would you mind if I threw these in the wash? And.. you have a pair of briefs I can wear or something? I don't want my dick getting burned while we cook. *I let you head into the house first, stealing a glimpse of your fine ass as I followed you in.*

Luc: The house was just as we left it; I pointed over in the kitchen. “Drop your clothes there....Follow me.”

I wandered down the corridor, the wooden doors wide open to each room we passed. My bedroom at the end of the hall, the door to this open as well. Inside, wardrobes covered three walls, the fourth wall glass, just like the living room. The door wide open, a breeze blowing through; I turned and looked at you, grinning. “Choose whatever you want....” I shrugged. “There are drawers behind the doors too. Shorts, boxers and socks in the second one.” I threw myself on my bed. “Just going to lay here and watch...” A lopsided grin on my lips.

“Why you're in there, grab me some shorts....” The sun danced across my skin as I laid on the bed, feet rested on the pillows.

Wings: *I dropped my clothes as instructed and followed you. More opportunities to check your ass out. I have NO shame. None. My eyes draw up from your ass to that pair of dimples at the small of your back, muscles and tendons flexing with each step. I wanted to grab that hair and pull it away from the back of your neck so I could see it.

You showed me the clothes I could slip into, and then you were on the bed. I smirked over at you, shamelessly eying your dick.* just going to watch me? Kinky fucker.

*I shot you a wink as I turned to get into your drawers, grabbing two pairs of shorts for us. I slipped into the gray pair, letting the waistband hang low around my hips. My dick was hard, and I didn't give a shit, at least it was covered now. I walked over to the bed and dangle the shorts playfully over you, teasing you* Want these? Hmm?

Luc: I wiggled my brows at the kinky fucker comment. “Nothing you don't already know.” I chuckled.

I continue to lay there watching you undeterred. My head tilts a little as you bent over, watching you slip the shorts over one leg, then the other. The sun was pouring through the glass as though giving you a spotlight to do so. The way the shorts sat low over your hips did nothing to hide the hard dick behind them.

As you stood over me, dangling the shorts, a tease in your voice.

I flopped onto my back. “You can keep them; I don't mind cooking naked....” I shrugged. “Your dick, on the other hand, that may explode if I stay like this....” I grinned and snatched the shorts from your hand and then shot up. “I'm sure it won't be the last time you see it, Wings,” I smirked as I slapped your arse as I walked past back through the house.

Wings: *I glanced down at my dick, knowing you were probably right. The shorts were snatched away from me, and before I knew it, my ass was slapped, and I groaned. For a moment, I stand there rubbing over my ass, still stinging from your hand.

Finally, I follow you, kinda sad that ass of yours is covered up.* Well, it was fun to watch while it lasted..

Luc: “Don’t complain, Wings; your eyes need the rest from seeing my sexy arse for a while.” I laughed as I reached the kitchen. “Okay, cooking.” I threw open the fridge door; I pulled steaks, bacon, eggs. Placing them on the side, I went looking in a nearby rack after closing the fridges doors. Potatoes. “Fuck.” I swung the door back open of the fridge and grabbed the butter.

“Let's cook Wings.”

Wings: *I stood back and watched you grabbing everything out of the fridge before I went around and drug out the pots and pans we needed to cook everything in. I grabbed the potatoes and began peeling them in the sink, rinsing them up.* we can griddle up those eggs and steaks together if you want. I'm actually starting to get hungry thinking about it.

*I go back to the potatoes and then cube them all up to start frying, tossing some butter in to make them all yummy.*

Luc: I heard you pulling out the pans we would need. The water running in the sink, your words seemed excited at the prospect of cooking. I stood for a minute, watching you. Your wings are nowhere in sight now; your back, perfect lines of muscle working under the skin. My eyes roamed down your spine, two dimples showing just above the waistband of my shorts. I couldn't help the grin that set upon my lips.

I moved. “I’ll pepper the steaks....” The steaks, the meat marbled perfectly; I grabbed the pepper and began rubbing it into the skin; my eyes flicked to the side now and again, the wolf and I observing every move you made.

Wings: *After I got the potatoes going, I grabbed a pan from the drawer under the oven, then turned it on to preheat.* I'll get the bacon going and then see to the coffee situation.

*I turned and looked over your shoulder at those gorgeous cuts of meat, seeing you tending to the seasoning. I reach around you and grab the package of bacon, making sure to linger enough to breathe you in. You smelled of woods and of the sunshine that greedily kissed all over your flesh. I turn back to my pan, laying out all the bacon and then slipping it in the oven and setting the timer before turning back to the coffee pot to get it all set up.*

Luc: I felt your presence near me, the coolness of your skin just before you grabbed the bacon. A moment longer than you needed to be there, as my hand kneaded the pepper into the steak, I grinned. You were gone, of course, not lingering too overly long. Once I’d finished the steaks, I left them on the board to be cooked.

I moved across to the cupboard, throwing you the coffee beans, a cocked brow. “Catch....” Then I followed, picking up the pot to fill with water for you. My hip nudged against yours as the water rose in the glass.

“I like my steak rare...” I turned my head to you. “I like my meat bloody...” The pot was full, and I turned off the faucet, walking back to the machine and filling it with the water.

Wings: *One hand shot up to catch the coffee beans, grinning.* I got great eye to hand coordination but will trip over air if given the chance. *I laughed, bumping your hip back as you filled the pot with water. I ready the beans and fill the filter. Once you filled the machine with water, it was ready to go, I hit the button, and it started brewing that good stuff.*

Bloody? Oh, I never would have guessed, Blondie. *I smirked as I turned to face you, leaning my ass against the counter as I watched you. The smell of food and coffee filled the kitchen around us, the house coming alive with the smell.*

Now tell me.. how do you like your eggs, Luc? That's the really important question here.

Luc: You stood against my counter, the top of your arse cheeks resting against it. A lopsided grin pulled at the corner of my mouth.

“I like my eggs runny.....I much prefer messy; everything messy.” My brows lifted. “There's no other way....now is there Wings?”

I licked my bottom lip. My eyes were roaming down your torso, stopping just before the waistband on the shorts you wore. I didn't have to look there; your dick had been hard since we’d woken up in each other's arms. My stomach growled. “Let me get the cups.” I pulled my eyes away, the grin back on my lips as I collected the cups.

Wings: Nothing wrong with being messy. *I wasn't going to pretend. I knew your eyes were on me. I could see you looking. I knew you looked probably even when I wasn't seeing you do it. I smirked.* Nothing wrong in indulging in mess.. that's what a shower after is for.

*When you turn to get the cups, I briefly watch before I push off the counter to check the bacon. The smell was incredible. For an angel, food was inconsequential. But I admit, I surely enjoy tasting food. All of it. I craved it even if it wasn't needed.*

Luc: I barked out a laugh at your reply. “That's very true, Wings. They can get messy too....” When you opened the oven to check, the smell poured out, my stomach howled.

“You can do the eggs; I will do our steaks.” I grinned. “How do you like it?”

I put a nob of butter in the skillet and threw both steaks on, the sizzling, and they smell divine.

Wings: *I snickered to myself at your comment. True. They could get messy there too. I closed the oven back up and came over to join you as you threw the steaks on.* I'll have it the way you have it, Luc. I'm flexible.

*I grabbed the eggs and began cracking them one by one into the skillet, making a couple each for us. Once they were on their way, I popped the eggs back into the fridge and headed over to pour us some coffee. Just then, I get that whiff of steak hot on the pan as it begins searing. Christ, that smelled good.*

Luc: “Oh, I imagine you are very flexible, Wings.” I chuckled as I flicked over the steaks; the flesh just seared and browning. With coffee, bacon, eggs and steak filling the air of my house, I hit the extractor fan. The smells were terrific now, but later, they wouldn't be.

I grabbed plates as you made us coffee, my body pressed up against yours as I reached for the plates, my nose dipped in the soft skin of your shoulder, and I inhaled. Your scent still there. I grabbed the plates and laid them down. Steaks, done; I placed them down, ready for your eggs and bacon.

Wings: *I bit back a response to your comment, but the thought of my words made me smirk. Your warm body was pressed against mine, and my smirk fades. Contact always makes me weaker. Instantly. I took a deep breath, and once you'd backed away, I turned and began adding to our plates, starting with potatoes.

The buzzer for the bacon was going off, and then everything was coming together nicely. Once I filled our plates, I grabbed our coffee and walked over to start readying the table, setting silverware and napkins down at our seats.*

I can hear that stomach of yours. Thank fuck, it's time to eat. *I grinned, walking back to finish off our plates with eggs. Now we are all set.*

Luc: I grabbed the plates once you'd placed the eggs on them. “Fuck, I was beginning to think I was going to have to eat other things while I waited....” I chuckled and wandered past you and the coffee to get to the table first. I laid your plate down and then mine.

My eyes flicked to you, following with the coffee. As we both sat down, I grinned like a motherfucker. “No holding on ceremony, let's tuck in.”

Wings: *Pretty sure my dick heard that one and twitched at your words. Fucker.* as flattering as that is.. I doubt my dick has all the nutrients you need.

*I joined you at the table, and we were ready to dig in. We made one hell of a breakfast. It made me smile. I glanced over at you as you spoke, and we both dug in after. I knew you and the Wolf appreciated the feast, and that was enough for me to be pleased as hell. I couldn't decide what I wanted first, so I dug into all of it and took a huge bite with all the goodies. Washing it down with some coffee.*

Luc: The steak cut easily with the steak knife, the blood that ran from it made the wolf roar, and I was sure my chest rumbled in a growl. Table manners, fuck. I stuffed one mouthful after another into my mouth. The eggs ran onto the steak, the blood sauce on my plate infused with egg yolk, the potatoes awash in both. Fuck, this was good.

I drank my coffee by the gulpful; I hadn't realised how hungry I was. That's what I get for allowing the wolf to roam free on my land.

“This is so good, Wings,” I said around yet another mouthful. “You dick holds all the nutrients, by the way....” I chuckled and continued eating.

Wings: *I didn't have your growl, but I was taking bite by bite with you, enjoying the selection of foods we made. They all worked and complimented each other very well.

I was mid drink of coffee when you made your comment, my smirking hidden behind my cup. Setting my cup down, getting another bite ready when I respond.* We know how to work in the kitchen damn well, if you don't mind me saying. We did really fucking good with all this.

*I shot you a wink and took the bite from my fork with a groan. A little mix of potatoes and eggs on my tongue, I add a bite of steak in as well to join the party.*

Luc: “Of course we do, is there anything we couldn't do if we put our mind to it?”

The food continued to be shovelled into my mouth; I believed it. The coffee was helping to cleanse my mouth with every mouthful. I was impressed you’d managed to keep up with me. “Perhaps we can have a few breakfasts together after you've been out here for the nights you come over?”

Wings: *No. There probably wasn't. I grinned, shoving another bite past my lips. I heard your question and waited until I swallowed my bite before answering.*

I'd like that. I do quite enjoy being here. *The smile met my eyes, and my eyes landed on yours. I really did enjoy this. You.*

And you're welcome to come hang out at the bar if you'd like.. anytime. *I didn't want to seem too eager, but I also didn't want to go too long without seeing you and hanging out.*

Luc: I smiled, a rare normal one without sarcasm, at the fact you liked being here.

“Do you think your bar could handle a wolf...” The smirk returned. “I mean all this sexiness, in an enclosed space. Fuck, you're going to have a stampede, all those men and women trying to get their hands on this....” The amusement was evident in my voice.

I cleared my plate, placed my silverware down and grinned.

Wings: I'll be sure to check all the fire extinguishers and make sure they're ready for the hotness. I bite down on my fork and slide the last bite into my mouth, an amused smile on my lips. The fact was, you weren't exaggerating too much. I wouldn't be surprised with the number of people eye fucking you in my bar. Not surprised at all.*

I'll turn the hoses on them if they get too out of hand, handsome.

*I placed my fork down on my plate and leaned back, rubbing over my stomach with a groan.* fuck.. that was incredible.

Luc: “No one ever gets out of hand; I can handle them.” I winked and felt as you did. The wolf was sated, for now, sat quietly. My stomach was full. “Do you fancy something sweet?” I stood up and then looked over my shoulder.

“That isn't me, of course.” I winked again and laughed, going back into the kitchen.

“Ice cream? Cake? Biscuits?” I shouted as I opened and closed cupboards, grabbing things as I went. I didn't bother waiting for you to call a reply; I walked back to the table with my arms full of goodies.

Wings: *I was too busy laughing because you knew me too well. Cutting me off before I could say something about your ass or any other part of you for possible dessert. By the time I recovered, you were coming in with all the things.*

Someone has a sweet tooth.. *I grinned up at you as you walked over to the table and spread the stuff out there.* and here I thought I was the something sweet in this house.

Luc: “Now, Wings, we both know that's me...” I grinned as cocky as hell. “You're second.”

I spread out the hoard I had collected and sat down. I revealed two spoons from my back pocket and set them on the table. “For the ice cream, I may be a fucking animal, but I eat with spoons......most of the time....” I licked my licks and winked at you.

I open the ice cream, rip the paper from the cake and open some biscuits. “Dig in, sweet one.”

Wings: *I take the spoon from your hand, letting my fingers linger for just a brief moment as I smirked over at you. Naughty wolf.

My spoon skims across the fresh container of ice cream, and I smear it across one of the biscuits, placing another on top to make a little ice cream sammich. I take a bite with a groan, reaching over to offer you a bite.* open up, Luc.. Try this.. *My tongue sweeps across my lips as I finish my own bite.*

Luc: I did as you asked; my tongue brushed across the tip of your fingers before my mouth closed around them, sucking the drips of ice off them and then sucking until the end of your fingers. My teeth bit down on the biscuit after I left your fingers. Crunchy and creamy, I made a sound and then got to making half a dozen.

“Why have I never done that before? Why? That's delicious....”

I picked one of the ones I made up and pushed a couple to you with a grin. “Best table picnic ever.”

Wings: *I cleared my throat and felt the warmth creeping into my cheeks as I flushed. Watching you take that bite was more sinful than I could have imagined. I groaned softly, the rumble filling my throat as I pulled my hand back. Watching you make more of those yummy little bites, sharing a couple with me. Picking one up, I take a bite and grin over at you, blue eyes bright as they find yours.*

Damn, right it is.

Luc: Those fucking blue eyes, the glow to them. I grinned as I watched you eat the little ones I had just made.

“I think I like this, you visiting, us swimming and spending the night under the stars and then breakfast. I'm not sure how long our waistlines could sustain it..” That was a lie; the damn wolf would burn everything off in one shift.

“You have food at that bar of yours?”

Wings: *I finished off one of those little sandwiches, listening to your words. It made me grin. Seems like I do a lot of that around you.*

You -think- ? *I teased as I nudged my foot over yours.* and yes, I have food, I make food, I can serve you all the food you want. *I sat back and plucked a piece of that cake and popped it into my mouth with a bitey grin.*

Luc: “Yes, I think.....” Returning the grin. “Then I think I should definitely swing by, preferably in clothes, don't want to be swinging too much now.... You'll be needing more than fire hoses.” Laughing loudly.

I picked up another ice cream sandwich, popped the crunchy goodness in my mouth. Swallowed. “I’ll pop by one night this week if you'd like?” Wiggles my brow.

Wings: You come in swinging like that, and I might faint. *I snickered into my coffee cup, washing down that bite of cake. I hummed, setting it back down.* absolutely. I'd like that. I'll be highly interested in seeing all the eyes in the room being on you. All the drool will make for extra mopping.. *Chuckles*

Luc: “Hope you've got a good few mops and buckets Wings.” I laughed, and after looking and checking, there were no more of the cute cake things; I sat back in my chair too. I was stuffed for sure this time. Even the wolf didn't want anything else.

“You had better get some...” I stood up and grabbed the ice cream. “Paper towels for the bar too, oh and put some towels behind it....” I kicked my chair and began to walk to the kitchen. “Wouldn't want you falling over in your drool Wings....” I chuckled.

Wings: *I stood up and began gathering all the dishes, laughing at the huge ego on you. Ego. Huge.*

I will make sure my safety and my customer’s safety is intact for the evening. *I smirk, walking past you to set the things down on the counter so I could cross my heart.* I promise to keep my drool to a minimum.. after all.. I get to see you out of those clothes, remember? *I wag my brows as I turn back to see you.* I can let others drool for the night..

Luc: I have gasped in a manly way. “Are you telling me you won't drool Wings? Knowing what's under the clothes I wear?” I smirked. My ego was nearly as big as my dick, not quite, but nearly.

“I suppose it's only fair....” The ice cream went back in the freezer. “.....you give others a chance.” I turned back to you, your brows wagging at me, and I grinned. “You’ve seen me in my element; I can't wait to see you in yours.”

Wings: Just because I don't drool.. means nothing. My pants will be plenty tight, I'm sure. *I turned to the sink and began rinsing things off, getting them ready for the dishwasher. I softly hum as I rinse them, glancing back at you.*

I can't wait to see you there.

*I went back to the dishes, a grin plastered on my fucking lips.*

Luc: I moved three steps, my body moulded to the back of yours, my lips brushed your blade. “Your pants are always plenty tight Wings....” I practically growled the words. I took another two steps and opened the dishwasher, placing each plate and pan you’d rinsed into it. While you did, I grabbed a tablet and put it in its little hiding place and slid the lid closed.

I grabbed the rest of the pots and placed them in, then the silverware. Once the shelves and baskets were full, I closed the door, turned the settings and hit start.

“Another coffee and the deck?”

Wings: *My hands stilled their washing of the dish I was on when you pressed right up against me. I swallowed just before my breath caught in my throat as I felt your lips across my bare skin. Your words were hot against my flesh and caused a shiver to race along my spine. My wings would have quivered from this.

You begin filling the dishwasher, and I finish up on the rinsing before I dry my hands. I could still feel the flush on my cheeks as I got us some coffee, turning back to hand you one.* Sounds good to me, Lucian.

Luc: The flush on your cheeks when you looked at me was perfect; it was kissing along your cheekbones, just highlighting the apples of your cheeks; I grinned.

Grabbing two cups, I filled them with coffee, handing one over to you. As I walked past you to go out to the deck, my arm brushed yours, the static from your skin jumped to mine, a slight shock. Fuck. The wolf lifted its head, unsure if there was danger, there wasn't. The wooden floors made no creak or complaint as I padded outside with my usual no shoes on. The chairs precisely as we’d left them, I slumped into one.

My chair had the vantage point of seeing right into the pathway that was swallowed by the trees; it also gave me a full view of you.

“What night would you like me to visit the bar?”

Wings: *Usually, our electricity was metaphorical, but this time, there was an actual spark. The tiny hairs on the back of my neck rose in reaction to it. I stood there for a moment, just smiling to myself, holding my coffee cup. As I glanced out those doors at you sitting there in the chair you usually sit in, my feet decided to finally take me out there to join you.*

I'm off tonight, but I'll be working the bar Thursday through Saturday, so the other guy has some time off with his kiddo for the weekend.

*I placed myself in the chair opposite you, sipping on my coffee and stretching out my legs as I watched you. It didn't matter where we were, my eyes always looked for you and wanted to be on you.* you can come by whenever you're free or whenever you miss me. *Winks at you as I take another drink of coffee.*

#TheWolfAndTheAngel PT5

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