Fallen Kings

37

I take a sip of water to wash down a bite of potatoes. “It was a little awkward at first,” I say, while thinking nowhere near as awkward as this dinner. “But it’s become more natural as time has gone by.”

“And your brother?”

“It’s been great having him back. Jonah is a wonderful brother.”

“He’s fortunate you were able to locate him.” He gives Bastien a sharp look at that, and I remember that Bastien’s the one who stole Lucifer’s feather from Uriel’s office. Which we never returned. Oops.

Uriel doesn’t speak for several moments as he takes bites of his food, so I pick up my fork and continue. Just as I slice off a piece of duck and wrap my lips around it, he speaks again. “Tell me, what are your plans after graduation?”

I nearly choke on the duck. I have no clue what I’m going to do. I look across the table at Bastien for help, but he’s staring at me with rapt attention, as if waiting on the answer himself.

After another sip of water, I say, “I’m not sure yet.”

Uriel’s lip twitches. I think that means he’s not pleased with my answer. “That’s unfortunate. There are only a few months left in the school year. Make sure you speak with Professor Rosangela to discuss your options.”

“I’ll do that, thanks.”

“I hope you’re finding it possible to keep your other appetites sated even with the ban on leaving campus,” Uriel says casually, as if we’re talking about the weather or the color of his shirt.

“Father!” Bastien says. “That’s hardly proper dinner conversation.”

Uriel looks at Bastien as if he’s the one being inappropriate. “I was only asking after her welfare.”

I school my features into a calm expression instead of the shocked horror his question evoked. “I’m managing, thank you.”

“Do you have plans for how you will carry on once school has finished?” Uriel shoots Bastien a quelling look. “You can’t expect to settle down with Bastien, given your succubus nature, of course.”

This time, I’m pretty sure I can’t hide the shock and horror on my face, and I can’t even begin to know how to answer that.

Bastien holds up one hand. “What Olivia and I do with our lives after graduation is between us. If I decide it is your business, I will let you know.”

Bastien and Uriel stare at one another for several painfully long seconds, until Uriel inclines his head. “Very well. I apologize for the personal nature of my questions. We shall move on to a less sensitive topic. Tell me, have you ever been to the symphony?”

Of course I haven’t. And things don’t get any less awkward after that.

The dinner ages me by about ten years. I’m pretty sure I’ll have a gray hair when I wake up tomorrow. But eventually Uriel shows me to the front door and thanks me for coming, and I’m allowed to escape.

“That went better than I expected,” Bastien says, as he offers me his arm so he can walk me to my dorm.

“It did?” I laugh at that. “Now I’m wondering what you thought would happen.”

He shrugs as we leave the house behind. “I wasn’t sure. I’ve never brought a woman home to meet my father before.”

My heart melts a little at that, and I stop in the middle of the lawn and turn toward him. “No one’s ever brought me home to meet their parents before either. I don’t think Lucifer showing up and scaring the crap out of us counts.”

“No, I’d say it doesn’t.” Bastien’s hands rest on my waist. We’re not being as discreet as we probably should be, but I don’t see anyone nearby either. “I apologize if he offended you with his questions.”

“I’m used to everyone being weird about me being a succubus. And he’s right, I probably should figure out what I want to do after graduation.”

“You’ve had more pressing things on your mind lately. Perhaps you need to relieve some stress.”

I raise an eyebrow. “What do you have in mind?”

“Let’s go somewhere a little more private,” he says, as his wings spread out behind him.

He takes my hand and we fly above the roof of the gym, which is tall enough that it affords us some privacy.

“Have you ever had s*x while in flight?” Bastien asks, his silvery gray wings slowly flapping behind him.

“No. Have you?”

“Not yet, but I’ve read it’s quite the experience.”

I’ve never even considered such a thing, but maybe I should have. After all, if you can fight while flying, you can f**k while flying.

I’m already unbuttoning my jeans. “Let’s try it.”

Desire flashes in his eyes and he flies toward me as I yank my jeans down, wiggling out of them as fast as I can. He pops open the buttons on my shirt and eases it off me, then quickly removes my bra and panties. It’s a warm night, and the moonlight against my bare skin feels wonderful. I wrap some light around us to make us invisible, just in case someone’s up late, and hope no one notices the pile of discarded clothes on the gym room.

Once we’re both naked, we come together, kissing, stroking, melting into one. Slow wingbeats keep us flying in place, and then he wraps my legs around his hips and glides his thick c**k into me. He takes my hand and puts it on top of his dark wings.

“Touch them,” he says.

I hesitate, never having touched another angel’s feathers before. It’s an intimate act only done with people you’re close to. People you love. Then he grabs my ass and rocks my body with his, his c**k sinking deeper into me, and I have no choice but to obey him.

I lightly rest my fingers on his wings, feeling how smooth they are, and then stroke them gently along their length. Bastien closes his eyes, his throat clenching. His feathers are longer than mine, but I think mine are softer. The silver parts are particularly rough, as if they’re brushed with metal. That needs exploring further.