8. You make me feel unbroken.

I don't knowif he's telling the truth. I don't know if I truly am magical, but what's being used another time, right? If there's a chance it could get us out of here, it's worth trying.

"No," he says. I flinch.

"No?"

"No." His expression has turned colder. Determined. "I won't hurt you. I can see it in your eyes. I won't abuse your body like they have?—"

"You won't. They've never done…that to me."

"Even so. They took advantage of you for far too long. I don't want you to think…"

His reluctance does something to me. I can't quite define it. It breaks down the wall of fear that's been built around me all these years, from the first time Kevin came into my bedroom and demanded something alien from me.

The more he refuses to do it, the more it dissolves. The more I want to do it. The more my body flutters with sensations I've never felt before.

Is his reluctance…sexy?

Neither Kevin nor Mason ever resisted. They never hesitated or apologized. Not that Lucian can compare to them. They're monsters, and he's…he's an angel. A dark angel who's come into my life, who I pulled into my life. He's changed it forever in a matter of hours.

Maybe he really is my soulmate. I don't know. But I do know that he's nothing like my stepfather and stepbrother.

"I want to do it. I know…I know you won't hurt me. If you wanted to, you would have done it by now. You'd have…forced me. And if there's even a slight chance it helps us get out of here, if it helps us defeat Kevin, then why not try?"

He caresses my cheek with the back of his hand and shakes his head.

"I…I didn't want our first time to be like this. I really didn't."

Did he just say our first time?

"You-you've thought about our first time? Already?"

He chuckles, but it's a small, sad one.

"Since the moment I set my eyes on you."

I nod.

I know what he means. I know exactly what he means.

"Me too. I…I mean, since I saw you, you've made me feel things I never…I mean, all my life, even before the Taylors destroyed it, I've never felt like that about anyone. I thought I was broken. I thought there was something wrong with me. And then, with the abuse, I forgot all about what I wanted. But you…you make me feel those things I never thought possible. You…"

Should I tell him that? Is it too soon? Is it even real or is necessity making me say it?

I don't know. What I do know is how I feel right now is true to the here and now.

"You make me feel unbroken."

There. I said it. Lucian can do with it what he wants.

"Oh, darling boy. I wish I'd been here sooner to save you from these monsters." He brings his other hand to cup my face and pulls me closer to him. So close I can feel his breath on me.

"Me too, Lucian. I wish we'd met years ago."

"Better late than never." He brushes my lips with his thumbs and moves slightly closer. He checks with me. I nod, and he kisses me.

This time, it's not chaste.

It starts that way, but it doesn't stay for long. He pulls me close, pins me to his body, and drives his tongue into my mouth. His sweet and smoky taste explodes inside me, and I coax more out of him, teasing him with my own tongue, drinking more of his flavor than I dare ask for.

One moment, we're kneeling in front of each other, kissing like nobody's business. The next, I'm sitting on his lap and his jacket has come off.

The more we kiss, the drunker I get and the more my heart races. It wants him. It needs him.

And it's not the only organ that does.

For the first time in forever, my cock reacts and awakens around company. The few times I've pleased myself in the privacy of my bedroom have been the only exceptions to the rule. But now, I'm awake. Awake and throbbing.

Lucian's hands smooth down my neck to the small of my back. He presses my middle to his stomach, and it feels strange when my cock rubs against him. Strange, but also so fucking good.

I grind on him before I even know it, and he groans into my mouth. Behind him, an explosion of black feathers erupts. His wings materialize and envelop us both, drowning us in relative darkness.

I can still see him though. I can still look into his eyes and feel his body against mine.

A bulge grows harder against my taint, and I moan. It sounds foreign. I didn't even know I could make such sounds.

My fingers gain a life of their own as they unbutton his waistcoat and then his shirt. Just as I push the last article of clothing off him, he wraps his hands around the hem of my T-shirt, lifts it off me, and hugs me, skin to skin for the first time.

My body is hot. It's hotter than hot. It's scorching.

This is different. It's so different to everything that's come before. I don't know how I could have doubted him. I don't know how I could have thought he wanted to abuse me like the Taylors.

Everywhere he touches me doesn't feel like the poison of their touch. When he touches me, it's like he's putting me back together.

I pull back and bring my hands straight down to the buttons of his pants.

"Are you okay, my darling boy? This isn't too fast? Too painful?"

If anything, his words, his concern, make me even needier. I need to experience him. I need to have him so he can erase everything that's come before. So he can show me what true connection is like.

"Not painful at all. I want you, Lucian. I want you, my hell-demon."

"My?" He grins at me over his glasses and sets a new fire inside me.

"You said we're soulmates, didn't you?"

"I did."

"So you're as much mine as I am yours."

Lucian's smile reaches all the way to his eyes, and it's a sight to behold. Truly.

"What kind of creature are you?" he asks. "And what have I done to deserve you?"

I shut him up with my lips, my fingers still busy unbuttoning his pants. He does the same with my jeans. Soon we're both naked in the embrace of his wings.

He's the first to reach down and take hold of me. My toes curl instinctively, and I bite down a moan. I've never been touched. Not like this. Not like anything. I've always been used to satiate someone else's needs. No one's ever treated me so delicately. Not that I ever wanted anyone to.

Lucian tugs at my hard cock and drowns out my moan with his mouth. He lashes his tongue against mine once, twice, and then pulls away and gets down on his knees.

Shit.

He opens his mouth, and I watch him take me inch by inch.

I don't know what to do with my hands, my whole body, so I hold on to him by the shoulders. I hold on and watch.

Each bob of his head unleashes something inside me. Something that has never been there before. It unravels slowly, and when he uses both hands to hold my ass, fingers teasing at my hole, I all but let go.

I can't control it. I can't tame it. I can't even warn him. I shoot inside his mouth and bring my hands up around his head to cuddle him, to bring him closer to me until I'm so sensitive even his breathing makes me flinch.

A moment passes. Then another. Lucian looks up at me. His glasses are smudged, so I take them off him. I don't know if he can see me without them, but he definitely can't as they are.

"How was that?"

"That…" I take a deep breath. "That was amazing."

He smiles.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. Are…are you ready?—"

Even at the mere suggestion, my cock twitches as if it wants to go hard again.

"For you to fuck me? Yeah," I say.

He made it very clear it's his cum that has all those magical properties. So he needs to top me in order to unlock my powers, if any.

He shakes his head.

"No. Not fuck. Make love. Make love to you, darling boy."

"Even better," I tell him and lie on the floor. He lies over me, and I open my legs.

He slides down my body until he's faced with my ring of muscle, and he teases it with his tongue.

"Fuck!" I shout before I can stop myself.

That's a new sensation.

I may have jerked off before, but I've never tried anything with my ass. Or in my ass, I should say.

But if that's how a tongue feels, I can't wait to find out how a cock feels.

He pushes in and out of my hole, and I can't help flexing the muscle more and more. I pulse for him. I yearn for him. I watch his saliva dribble from his lips to my ass. I bite my lip and close my eyes.

Something brushes over my lips, and I open them to find Lucian back to me, kissing me as something hard and hot pushes against my hole.

Fuck!

It scorches my entire body as he pushes inside me, even if Lucian is taking it nice and slow. He fills me up like nothing has ever before and swallows each and every moan that comes out of me with more kisses until the ache turns to more heat and the heat turns into something beautiful.

Something like Lucian.

"Is this okay? Are you okay?" he whispers, and I nod, too eager for more of him to speak.

I wrap my hands around his head again, and he presses even deeper, all the way to the root.

"Oh my Goddess. Yes, Lucian. I'm more than okay. Do it. Make love to me."

He purses his lips into a reluctant smile and pulls back. As his cock slides out of me inch by inch, a flutter of goosebumps explodes within me, and I arch my back to tame the sensation.

It happens again when he pushes back in. It happens every time he moves in and out of me. Forget his kisses. This is what puts me back together, one thrust at a time.

Is this heaven? Is this what nirvana feels like?

Or is it just my prostate being massaged by the most delectable specimen that ever existed.

"You feel so good, darling boy."

"Ngh!" is my response as the darkness around me spins.

"Does it feel good for you?" he asks.

My stomach sinks. The spinning gets out of control, and as he pushes back inside me, my skin feels wet and cold.

We both look down even though my eyes feel heavy. Did I just come again?

I don't know if my eyes are deceiving me, but Lucian groans even louder, and he fucks into me with a little more strength. His face turns red, and I lift my hand to caress him. His lips part and he bites my thumb. Heat pools inside me and steals my breath away.

Lucian pants hard. Is he going to faint?

I bring my other hand up and cup his face, holding him as he collapses on top of me, but he doesn't faint. He gets busy kissing me.

Somehow I manage to breathe again and reciprocate as my insides light on fire. His cock feels like a hot rod searing through me and his load inside me is like lava. And even though it's impossible, that lava claws its way through me, lighting me up from limb to limb.

What-what is this feeling?