Page 13 of Baking and Angels

“Just kiss me, please,” he begged, and her mouth was on him again, devouring him like a ravenous beast. He lost all sense of her fingers until they gripped around his fully erect member, to direct it into herself. Crying out with unabashed sensation, he broke the kiss, once more bowing against her, his hands slapping her hips as he gripped them. It only encouraged her, and she lifted up to repeat the motion, slowly gaining momentum with each of her thrusts. She was in control; he was the reborn virgin.

“Raff,” she breathed, and he loved it. He loved the sound of his name from her lips; the nameshegave him. He was alive. This wasn’t a dream, confirmed as she took him faster and faster.

She rose up, glorious. Her breasts bounced as she rode him, her mouth open with her moans, her eyes closed. Alive and vibrant.

He felt the pressure build up inside. Urgentand real.

“Rafferty,” shesang out.

“Helena,” he offered back, her name guttering out of this throat roughly. He was barely ableto speak.

Now he pulled down, his grip on her hips, forcing himself even deeper into her, thrusting as hard as he could as fast ashe could.

“Ahhhh!” she cried out, her arms spreading wide as she came around him, her body shuddering, her mouth open and her eyes closed with intensity, her back exploding as a pair of wings burst and stretched to either side ofher body.

Chapter 6

Angelic

Consequences,

I Guess

Her cries of ecstasy stuttered into cries of shock, just as he came inside her, unable to stop what had already begun. Under his fingers, her skin felt uncomfortably strange. In reaction, his hands flinched away, but the feeling persisted around his waist and genitals, tingling sensations that had nothing to do with the acts that had just taken place.

Further startled by his reaction, Helena tried to get off him, but he bucked at the same time, throwing her off onto the bed. Thankfully, she got one of her new wings out of the way before she crushed it. She continued to scramble like she thought she could still escape the alien things now attached to her.

Rafferty leapt to the other side, his toes grinding into the carpet as he stared wide-eyed at the being that had replaced his Helena.

She looked very muchlikeHelena, but now her skin had a golden-white sheen to it like gold-dusted porcelain. Ethereal was the only word that came to mind. On top of her head were a pair of horns. They were golden in color. Not metallic gold, but the creamy gold that some rams would have. And they curved together in a circle over her head, the tips imperceptibly touching. Like… like ahalo. She looked at him straight on where she stood, holding her hands before her. Her nails were golden as his had once been black, her eyes wide. All of it seemed to make her rose-gold hair shine evenbrighter.

He knew what he was seeing, but he shook his head as if that would be enough to deny it.

“Rafferty…” she asked in the smallest voice possible. “What’s happening to me?”

To him, she looked like a demon, but the most beautiful demon he hadever seen.

“I…” He stared at her, his mind completely blank as to what to say.

It was the wrong reaction to have because Helena only panicked harder. Clambering over the bed, she bolted past him to go into the bathroom, her feathers scraping against the door as she forced her way through. The light flipped on automatically as she stood in front of the wall of mirrors behind the pair of sinks, staring at herself.

“Oh my God,” she breathed, her eyes wide as saucers. “Is this real? Is this real!?”

She tried to run her hands over her head and immediately encountered the horns. Gripping them, she pulled. All she accomplished was to wrench her head back and forth as her panic rose.

“Don’t!” Rafferty cried, snapping into action, finally. Seizing her hands, he pulled them away from her new appendages. “Don’t hurtyourself.”

Then Helena’s legs went out from under her. She stumbled back into the shower space, landing to sit on a small bench in the middle attached tothe wall.

“Ow!” she cried as her winged back hitthe wall.

“Helena!” Rafferty bolted forward again.

Yet she kept thrashing, her mind struggling to understand the wings shifting and slapping against the walls of the showers.

“Stop. Stop. Stay still,” he urged, holding his hands out to her placatingly.

She looked up at him with wide, truly frightened eyes. “Am I demon?” she asked.“Rafferty! Pleasetell me!”

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