Fallen Kings

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He groans and lowers his head to kiss me. While I continue touching his wings, he moves in and out of me in lazy, decadent strokes. His eyes gaze into mine the entire time, and everything about this moment is intimate. It’s not just s*x, but so much more.

Bastien takes it to the next level as he suddenly runs a finger along the top of my wings, making me shudder. “Your wings are the most beautiful I’ve ever seen.”

I’ve never felt anything like this before, with our bodies joined as one, our wings beating to keep us in the air, and our fingers stroking each other’s feathers. It’s both arousing and soothing, all at once.

Bastien begins to pick up the pace, his wings moving to push him deeper inside me. He hits me at the exact right spot to make me moan, and I clutch his wings reflexively. They flex under my hands, the soft feathers shifting against my grip.

“Olivia!” he cries out.

Oh, he likes that. He thrusts into me harder as I hold onto his feathers, and he grips mine too. With each flap of his wings he drives me higher and higher, pushing me up so gravity brings me back down hard on his c**k. An o****m breaks over me unexpectedly, and I moan through the intense pleasure, clutching Bastien for dear life as my body squeezes around him. He lets out a low groan as he loses himself inside me, and I stroke his wings until he’s finished.

“Put your wings away,” he says.

Without arguing, I do it, and he wraps his arms around me. Carrying me like a bride, he flies us across the campus and I distantly think about how we’ll have to fetch our clothes later. At this moment, I really don’t care if I never see them again.

We enter my dorm through the balcony, and he gently sets me on the bed, before settling in beside me. Neither of us speaks, until he presses a soft kiss to my lips. “Olivia,” he whispers. “Do you know how I feel about you?”

I shake my head, although I’m pretty sure I have an idea. I just want to hear him say it.

“It’s been quite a surprise to me.” His hands glide up and down my stomach absently. “I didn’t expect to develop real feelings for you.”

I lift a hand to his jaw. “Bastien…”

He takes my hand and kisses it. “It’s a curious thing. I’ve examined the situation thoroughly, and I’m certain I’ve fallen in love with you.”

His words shock me to my core. I didn’t expect him to just flat out admit it like that.

“I never believed I was capable of such a thing, until I met you,” he says.

I let out a sigh. “I’m not sure I am either.”

“If I can, then there’s hope for anyone.”

He presses his lips to mine, and emotions surge inside me. They feel a lot like love, but what does a succubus know of love?

Chapter Twenty-Five

Olivia

T

he night of Lucifer’s Ball comes before I know it. Kassiel convinced me to go with him, even though my mother won’t be there. Last weekend the girls took me shopping, and I spent way too much money on a new dress and accessories. It amuses me to no end that I’ve been saving my monthly stipend from Aerie Industries all this time, and now I’m blowing a huge chunk of it so I can go to a demon ball. I’m sure their Order members would just love that.

Besides, this dress is worth it. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever had on my body. Including lingerie. It’s made of the softest red silk and is backless, scooping all the way down so it almost shows the curve of my ass. The front would be demure, with a high neckline and long sleeves, except the dress hugs my curves in a way that makes it clear I’m wearing nothing underneath. The hem brushes the ground and hides the black pumps I chose to wear with it.

I spin in the mirror, checking myself out one last time, admiring the expensive lipstick that perfectly matches the dress, the bare expanse of my back, and the way the fabric clasps at my shoulder with a delicate silver flower. If nothing else I’ll be turning heads tonight, as a proper succubus should.

I can’t find my matching black purse so I fly over to the Princess Lounge, where the regular crew is watching Lord of the Rings. Jonah and Araceli sit together on one couch, with Tanwen and Eveanna on the other, and they all look very cozy sharing popcorn and beer. It makes my chest swell with pride and happiness to see them all hanging out like best friends, even if I can’t join them tonight.

“I’m telling you,” Jonah’s saying, as I step inside. “Tolkien knew some fae. He had to.”

“I suppose there are some similarities,” Eveanna reluctantly admits.

Araceli squeals as soon as she sees me. “Girl, you look sexy as hell! Err, no pun intended.”

“Thanks.” I grab my purse. “I’ll be back in a few hours.”

“Have fun, but not too much fun,” Jonah says, and then Araceli shoves him playfully. Yep, she’s still got it bad. Jonah grins and shoves her back though, which gives me hope.

I fly slowly to the forest so I don’t mess up my hair, and then open the doorway just like Baal taught me. As soon as it shimmers into view and opens up to Hellspawn Academy, I spot Kassiel on the other side, looking good enough to eat in a black tuxedo. And I thought he looked good in a suit. Damn.

A smile spreads across his lips. “Wow,” he whispers. “You’re...”

I walk through the doorway and give him a slow twirl. “You like?”