Chapter 67 Sixty Seven
DANIKA
Kaziel watches me intently as I reach for his belt, unbuckling it. He bites his lower lip, sucking in a sharp breath when I suddenly grab his hand and lean in until he's lying on his back.
"Does it hurt?" I whisper, and he blinks as if he doesn't know what I'm talking about.
"I'm talking about your wings," I say, and he shakes his head slightly, dazed. I wrap my bra around his wrist, keeping his hands above his head.
"Dani—"
"Shhh," I whisper, pressing my finger against his lips while unzipping his pants.
Gently, I press a kiss to the unscarred patch of skin on his neck. He moans softly, his eyelashes fluttering.
"Looks like all of your nerves are alive. You're not usually this sensitive," I point out, and he exhales heavily.
"That's because you stimulated them...fuck," he gasps as I cup his length through his pants, stroking.
"Remember how you fucked me with your tongue in your office? How I begged after you made me climax four times?" I ask, and he stares at me through half-closed eyes.
"Revenge?" He smirks, and I lean in to kiss him.
"More like curiosity. I want to see you writhe in pleasure. I want to hear you moan like you're caught in a fever haze. I want to hear you beg," I whisper in his ear, running my teeth over his earlobe.
"Shit, I'm screwed, aren't I?" He breathes, and a wicked smile tugs at my lips.
"Think of it this way. It's pleasure. Not pain."
He watches me as I slide down his body, pulling down his pants and taking it off. His gaze darkens.
"So, you're trying to turn me into your little bitch," he asks, and I shrug.
"Why not? You belong to me, don't you?"
He tosses his head back, letting out a chuckle. "That's sexy as fuck."
By the time he's fully naked, his dick rises to attention. He's already rock hard, and I haven't even touched him yet. And seeing him laid bare on the bed makes a jolt of desire run through me.
He has to be a fallen angel.
I move over to lie beside him, running my fingers over his chest and abs, watching the way the muscles ripple with every touch.
Then I move over to straddle him, kissing him deeply.
When I pull away, his gaze stays locked with mine. I run my fingers over his wings slowly, and he groans, tossing his head backwards. Then I run my tongue over his nipple, sucking on it until he cries out in ecstasy.
"P-please..." he breathes. His golden-black eyes are wide and unfocused, pleading, and I can see just how much he's at my mercy.
I lean closer, brushing my lips over his jaw. "Please what, Kaz?" I murmur, my voice gentle.
His hands curl into fists, and he exhales a ragged breath. "Please... don't stop," he whispers finally, the words raw.
His veins strain against his neck, his breathing heavy. And with every trace of my finger along his wings, the louder his grunts become.
His entire body soon jerks, and then he climaxes hard.
"D-Dani," he moans, his back arching. He looks stunning like this. Like a freaking sex god.
Slowly, I move down his body, taking hold of his already hardening cock.
He watches me through narrow eyes, his chest heaving. His hair sticks to his sweaty temples, his lips parted.
I stroke him slowly, running my thumb over his slick slit. He shivers, a hoarse groan tumbling from his lips.
"You're going to kill me, dove," he pants.
"Come on now, we're just getting started," I pout, and his eyes go wide.
I reach for his wing again, stroking the feathers along with his dick. He gasps, his back arching.
"Holy—f—" The rest dies in his throat, his hips jerking.
"Dani—Gods—I can't—I—"
He shudders, unable to finish a single word.
A growl rumbles from his chest, his teeth clenched. His powerful thighs tremble, sweat dampening his skin. And just when he's about to cum, I release him.
He groans in frustration, but then I catch him off guard, taking him into my mouth and massaging his girth.
"Dani, wait—I... I can't... I can't—" His breath stutters, and he releases a strangled moan, his body seizing beneath me.
He practically chokes, his hips bucking wildly as I torture him with pleasure so intense, he keeps cursing.
He writhes under me, choking on his moans with every climax I wring out of him. And by the seventh, he's wasted and covered in love bites. His stamina is insane…well, of course it is. He’s not human.
Only then do I release his limp dick, having wrung him dry. He barely manages to open his eyes, his body still shaking.
"You're evil," he whispers hoarsely, and I grin.
"I learnt from the very best."
He smirks, his dimples popping out.
"How are you feeling?" I ask, brushing his sweaty hair away from his face. By some miracle, the scar on his neck had suddenly vanished during one of his orgasms.
"Wonderfully ruined. I didn't know this was even possible," he slurs, his head lolling to the side. And I giggle, releasing him from the flimsy restraint. His wings vanish out of sight, and he turns to hold me in his arms.
"Get some rest, gorgeous," I whisper, pressing a kiss to his jaw, and he nods weakly.
Just then, I recall the way he’d randomly teleported into my room one night. And the intense makeout that followed. I guess we’ve always been untamed animals around each other.
“Remember how you told me you can’t teleport at will? It was the day you magically appeared in my room while we were texting. You lied, didn’t you?” I say, and that evil smirk tugs at his lips again, his eyes still closed.
“It was a half-lie. I can teleport at will, but I still don’t know how to control it. When I teleported earlier, there was a fifty percent chance we’d end up in a dumpster in Chicago.”
My eyes go wide. “Kaziel!”
...
We must have fallen asleep. I’m awoken by Kaziel’s ringing phone. Attempting to pull away from his possessive grip is useless. So I plant a kiss on his lips.
“Your phone is ringing. Let me get it for you, hmm?”
He sighs and releases me. Reaching over for the phone, I snatch it off the nightstand, freezing when I see that my dad is calling.
“Kaz? It’s my dad,” I whisper, and he burrows his face against my chest, sleepily.
“He can fuck off,” he murmurs, and I chuckle.
“Is this really okay? Will ignoring him not make things worse?”
Kaziel presses a kiss to my cleavage.
“Answer it if it bothers you, sweetheart,” he replies, and I wince. Dad will definitely flip if I do that. But sure, it’s not like I’m going to hide forever. I might as well do this now. Clearing my throat, I slowly reach for the green icon.
Kaziel chuckles. “Relax, dove. It’s just a phone call.”
I grimace, impulsively answering the call.
“You believed I was joking, Kaziel. Well, see you in tomorrow’s meeting at the council house," My father says, and my heart sinks.
Wait, what’s going on?
“Dad, it’s me.” I finally manage to croak, and for a moment, silence greets me.
“Danika?” His voice is laced with utter disbelief. “Are you alright? Did Kaziel do something—”
“No!” I cut him off, my heart pounding.
“No?”
“Hold on, you’re in on this. Danika, you’re still a child. You don’t know what you’re doing. Kaziel is dangerous. If you want to date so badly, there are other bright men you can choose from!”
My chest tightens.
“Yeah, well, I don’t love them.”
“What?” He breathes.
“I love Kaziel, Dad. He’s the only man who truly cares for me. He might be dangerous but he makes me feel safe.”
Matthew growls under his breath. “He brainwashed you, didn’t he?”
“No, Dad—”
The line goes dead and Kaziel shrugs. “I saw that coming.”
“Aren’t you the slightest bit worried? He sounded pissed,” I say and he sits up, stretching.
“Of course not. Come on, get dressed. We have somewhere to go,” he tells me and I blink at him, surprised.
“Where?”
“Kira just told me she’s got eyes on Hera. I have a feeling this conspiracy is deeper than I thought,” he says, heading towards the bathroom.
“What do you mean?” I ask, and he sucks in a sharp breath, glancing over his shoulder at me.
“The sanctum energy is the only thing that can kill me. And the vessel is the only thing that can save me. And that’s why you’re constantly being hunted. It’s all because of me. But there’s still so much that I don’t know.” He runs his fingers through his hair.
“Your real father, Hera, Vanya… I don’t know what they want,” he continues.
“Vanya told me that she was murdered because of the hollow. Maybe she feels wronged?” I say and he stiffens.
“She told you that?”
I nod slowly, and his face contorts with anguish.
“That’s not how she died, Dani. In fact, when I was with her… I never felt the effects of the Hollow. I only told her about it when she asked about how my mother died.”
I freeze.
“Wait…how is that possible? And if the hollow didn’t kill her, how did she die?
Kaziel rubs his chest with a fist, his jaw clenched. Then he turns fully, looking me in the eye. My breath catches in my throat when I see the agony in his gaze.
“She committed suicide.”