Fun fact: The beginning of this story is actually a smut scene. I did it for shock factor waaaay back in the wattpad days when I was super pissed off at some religiously motivated jerk who told me I was going to hell for writing books with gay characters.
I'm going to casually skip over it here, so this may seem like a very sudden beginning, but I mean... so was the other one, lol.
The original chapter will be available on Patreon.
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The door slammed open as Ren pulled me to him for another kiss. We both jumped and looked for the intruder. The minute I saw him, I dropped my head against Ren’s shoulder with a dismayed groan.
“What the actual fuck is going on here?!”
I knew that roaring, angry voice as well as I knew my own.
“Good morning, Devin.” Ren greeted my partner cheerfully.
Devin spluttered, and I knew that his face would be bright red. It wasn’t as if it was the first time he had walked in on me having sex with somebody else. Not even the first time with Ren. Why he always acted like it was some kind of monstrous act was beyond me.
“Get the hell out of his bed! What the hell do you think you’re doing with my- don’t do that!” Devin’s voice was almost a screech as Ren swept his tongue over the little wounds his teeth had made in my neck, drawing a soft moan from my mouth.
Ren looked up at Devin without raising his mouth from my neck; I could feel his lips brushing my skin as he spoke, making me shudder. “I can do whatever I damn well please with your partner,” he said calmly, his hands slowly trailing down from the middle of my back to my hips.
“Ren,” I said quietly, almost pleading. Ren liked to tease Devin too much, whip the poor thing into a frenzy, and I’d be hearing about it for hours.
Ren laughed, darting forward for another quick kiss before lifting me off him. “Alright, alright. Whatever you say, little bird. I’ll leave you to your mother hen,” he said with a smirk.
He got out of my bed, striding out of the room without bothering to put on the clothes he had left on my floor. Ren winked at Devin in passing- the blonde sputtered again, his face nearly purple as he clenched his fists.
“Looking forward to next time, little bird,” Ren said, smirking.
When Devin whirled to punch him, he was already gone, his laughter trailing him down the hallway. The door shut with a soft click of the mechanized lock sliding into place, leaving me alone with Devin.
He turned on me immediately, his clear blue eyes wild and his lips pressed into a thin line. I knew he was going to yell even before he started up with his shrieking again. “What the fuck, Eli?!”
I met his eyes, mine cool, with a calm smile. “Fuck is the appropriate word here, isn’t it?” I said, my smile turning into a smirk.
“God damn it, Eli! How many times do I have to tell you to stay away from that no-good feline freak?” He hurried forward, his eyes searching my bare skin. “Look at that! Biting and scratching- what else could you expect from a cat?”
His voice was so scathing, full of disgust, and it was pissing me off. “I don’t see how it’s any of your business,” I said with a frown.
“How could it not be my business? I’m your Guardian, for god’s sake! Everything you do is my business!”
He kept talking, but I started to ignore him. His voice was just a buzz as I got on my hands and knees on the bed, sinking my teeth into a pillow- if I didn’t have something to muffle my screams, the security guards would come running. Still, muffled groans made it past the pillow as I collapsed my wings into my back.
It hurt like hell. Of course it hurt, pushing wings back into a body that wasn’t really big enough to handle them. Bones had to rearrange, warm rivers of blood trickling down my body to splash onto my sheets- which were red for exactly that reason. I clenched my teeth harder and tried to keep my shaking to a minimum.
Finally, finally it was over. My jaw was stiff when I let go of the pillow- and Devin was still talking.
“Fucking hell, Devin, really?” I looked up through my hair, which had spilled into front of my face and was slightly damp, making the blue dark enough to seem close to black.
My glare had him hesitating, his mouth closing with a snap as he saw the blood. “Why don’t you just leave them out?” he asked, crossing the room to the little en suite bathrooms. There was a cupboard full of red hand towels, and he soaked one in warm water.
I held still, my teeth clenched, as he cleaned the blood off as gently as he could. “You know I can’t do that,” I hissed, clenching my hands into fists in the sheets. “I know we have to go out- you wouldn’t have busted in here like an asshole if they hadn’t sent you to get me. So shut the fuck up and get on with it.”
“Jesus, somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed,” Devin snapped, pushing hard against my back as he dragged the towel down the tribal tattoo that was the only visible sign of my wings.
I cried out, dropping my head forward. “God damn it, Devin! Get the hell out of my room!”
“Fine.” His voice was tight as he threw the towel on my bed.
I watched him leave through narrowed eyes. The slam of the door made me flinch slightly, but it was better than Devin’s voice buzzing in my ear.
Exhausted and slightly sore in more than one place, I dropped forward, burying my face against my blankets. I would get up and get dressed, and figure out what the hell Devin had wanted… but a little nap before that couldn’t hurt.
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