Romans & histoires Under His Wings Book

Lukas and the others looked up while the rest killed the remaining Aswangs. And from above, a gigantic sphere of shadow appeared, swallowing the skies in whole. Lukas swallowed. He had never felt this kind of distress before. A pair of feet appeared, descending from the orb, and then the knees, followed by the wolf pelt that covered the groin and buttocks of the pale skinned entity. Until his finely detailed chest and muscular biceps followed, and a face outlined in dark red hair. A skeletal hand of a child hung around his neck.

Infact, the whole place was full of life and of hope and of love. She noticed at the back of the man was a pair of wings, it wasn't feathery, it was made with golden flame and it flapped gracefully behind his back. "Come" the man said in his angelic voice, "follow me". The man turned around, in front of her was his wings, bright and terrifyingly beautiful. There was a sudden urge in her hands to touch it, to see if it's real. She wondered if it's hot to touch but she shoved away the thought.

he states nonchalantly and laid down properly. I was hesitating at first but I have no choice. The couch will surely give me a back ache tomorrow. I took a deep breath and walked towards the bed with a laying Xavier with his eyes closed. And to top it all up he has the duvet covering only half of his body so his tattooed abdomen and his eight pack abs are on full show. Geez how did he got that many abs. Oh god what am I thinking. I shook my head and simply laid down beside him on the empty side of the bed. Good thing the bed is big so we won't be that close to each other. I pulled the duvet up covering my body with my arms out and turned to my side. I felt him shift behind me probably to get

Every time he pulls me down, I feel him hit something inside me that makes my vision blur. "Ride me," he says, loud enough for the nearest men to hear. "Show them what you are." I don't want to. But the heat, the terrible heat, forces my body to obey. I start to lift and lower myself on him, my thighs shaking with the effort. The wet sounds are obscene in the quieting hall. More heads turn. His wings come out. They unfurl behind the throne, dark and powerful. One wing curls forward and wraps around my body, shielding part of me from the room while still letting everyone see my face.

That was all the encouragement my restraint needed. The kiss deepened. Her hands caught the front of my shirt, holding onto me as though she was afraid I would pull away. I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. Her lips were soft. Warm. And far too addictive. The room seemed to disappear around us. There was only her. Only the taste of her lips. Only the quiet sounds of our breathing between kisses. My hand slid lower, settling against her ass as I held her closer. She shivered beneath my touch.

With that, he slowly and dramatically brings his wings back out and walks over to the window. Enkeli had an urge to walk over to him and talk, but she knew that no one else could see him and it would look like she was crazy. Perhaps they would think she is really losing it and needs to be sent to a mental hospital for hallucinating. Her parents were already suspicious enough of her, she didn’t need to bring on more problems. She simply watched as the beautiful huge dark wings lifted him up. He flew out the window and they seemed to expand even further, encompassing his entire body. She walked over to look out the window, seeing the sunlight bounce off of his wings, giving it a slight shimmer

Why in the world would he want her when she has made it crystal clear to him that she doesn't even want to speak with him not to talk of being seen anywhere with him. She has always admired his zealous nature and ability to conquer but not to this case._not even in her six years of working beside him as she thought for a second he'd stoop as low as blackmailing anyone just to have his way which only made her to realize that, she didn't know him at all. "Why exactly are you doing this?" "I already told you. I need someone to take to the book launch. I don't understand why that is too hard for you to understand"

Her wings fell back into her body, screaming. Covering my mouth, a sob wrecked through me. I had forgotten she would feel the pain, too. Too worried about watching Mortus breathe his last breaths. The warrior, his eyes solemn with pity, gently gathered her in his arms, picked her up. Her head leaned into his chest, gripping his uniform. “Leave me,” she cried again. Wings sprung forth from his body, shaking his head. His wings hummed in the pattern of a hummingbird and took flight to the palace.

“West wing. Third floor. Section twelve. Look for the silver spine editions, Old World Ritual Compacts and Divine Bonding Theories.” Auren bowed slightly in thanks, turned, and padded away like some kind of sexy, barefoot academic god. The man moved like gravity didn’t fully apply to him. His wings were still out, tucked in loosely but massive and gorgeous, brushing bookshelves as he passed. Riven muttered under his breath, “Damn showoff,” but grinned like he meant the opposite. Kael just shook his head. “We’re in a throuple with a literal angel. What even is our life?”

That lengthy explanation, hopefully, would give these two some sense to think brilliantly now. "Ahm! That explained a lot of why the warriors here are scared of him. He told me once that he only needed his wings so he could fly again!" Alright, that gave me relief. Now, I knew exactly what to do. I got up and tore the giant rope that was wrapped around his mighty wings. The wings were small. They were like wings of angels, not dragons. I had no idea how this would work, but I had a huge faith that these treasured wings would wake him up and make him soar high in the sky again. I placed the wings beside him while King Logan and Alpha Adam made him lie on his stomach. I put the wings on his ba