Page 2 of Radiant Shadows

“You could just let me worship you until it starts and show up in your towel,” I teased with a nibble on her earlobe. “You’d still be the most gorgeous girl in the room.”

She whimpered as my teeth grazed the sensitive skin but then let out a cute little growl I was sure she thought was menacing. “Tobias.”

“As you wish,” I whispered, gripping her hips and fucking her harder.

She moaned in time with my thrusts, so loud I knew her cries could be heard down the hall, and I loved that neither of us gave two fucks about that. I was so lost in bliss, I wouldn’t stop if any of those assholes were to burst in on us. No one would rip me from her body until I was done savoring every second.

Through the haze of sinful pleasure that fogged my vision, I caught a flurry of something white sprouting from her shoulder blades, and suddenly, a magnificent pair of angelic wings burst from her back, flaring in front of me as her deep moans continued to fill the air.

“Whoa!” I gasped, slowing my thrusts to almost a standstill.

She looked over her shoulder at me, blush coloring her cheeks as she attempted to tuck her head in. “Sorry,” she murmured softly. “They come out when I’m…very happy…”

The shame in her tone didn’t touch me; I was too focused on what she’d actually said. She was so happy in this moment that her wings had come out by accident. That touched me deeper than perhaps anything ever had in my entire life.

I held her there like that for a few seconds, admiring the beautyof her pearlescent feathers, the way they glimmered in every color of the rainbow in different light. She was incredible. And she was mine.

I picked up my pace once more, staring with fixated eyes at her wings as I thrust harder and more forcefully. She was my angel, and there was nothing more thrilling or more devastating than fucking her in this form. It seemed all at once sacred and sinful, and before I could will myself to calm down, I exploded inside her, sharp euphoria shooting through my cock and radiating throughout my body.

I buried myself inside her up to the hilt of my shaft, pressing against her and feeling the gentle caress of her gossamer wings against my bare chest as I spilled into her. I peppered her cheek and shoulder with soft kisses, knowing we didn’t have much time left and hating that fact more with each passing second.

“You’re incredible,” I whispered before finally pulling away from her.

By the time I was done cleaning myself up, she came out of the bathroom after doing the same, and her wings had rescinded. Her cheeks were still rosy, her eyes skittishly darting up to meet mine.

“I’m sorry,” she said with an awkward shrug. “I know that was…weird.”

I instantly shook my head. “No, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. I can’t tell you how honored it makes me feel to be the one to make your wings pop out by accident.”

Her blush darkened, but she was smiling now, biting her lips in a way I knew was a good thing. She glanced at the clock, then her eyes widened. “Oh shit, I really have to get ready!”

She rushed to my closet and yanked her dress off the hanger, quickly stepping into it and pulling the straps over her shoulders. I left her to her routine as she skipped back into the bathroom, and I shrugged into my blazer and began the tedious task of tying my tie.

We were getting down to the wire, and I couldn’t put off this conversation any longer.

“Hey, um, I know it’s shitty timing,” I called out. “But my parents told me they’re coming tonight, and my father expects me to fall in line and be at his beck and call most of the night.”

She didn’t respond for several seconds, and when she did, her tone was clearly disappointed. “Oh.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” I said, wincing at how lame I must sound. “I had really wanted to make this night special for you. I hadn’t expected them to show up and ruin my plans.”

She poked her head out past the bathroom door, and I hated seeing the sad crease in her forehead. “Don’t your parents expect you to have a date?”

My sardonic laugh was reflexive and involuntary. “No.” When I saw the question mark in her expression, I tried to cover my slip. “My father has never really cared what I actually want. I’m expected to be his obedient soldier, and any sign of objection is met with swift justice.”

She pouted, her brows puckering in pity. “I’m sorry. I hate that for you.”

I came toward her, putting my hands on her shoulders and placing a chaste kiss on her forehead. “Don’t worry about it. I want you to have an amazing time tonight, even if it’s largely without me. But I promise I’ll steal at least one dance, no matterwhat.”

She gave me a sweet smile, which quickly turned into an impish grin. “You want me to have fun without you, huh?” She winked.

I chuckled, even as the possessive beast inside me reared its ugly head. “Okay, definitely not what I meant. But I will allow you to dance with other guys if that’s what will make you happy.”

She arched a catty eyebrow at me. “Oh, you’llallowit, will you?”

I smirked. “Don’t you have some makeup to apply or something?”

She scoffed and disappeared back into the bathroom.

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