Playing With Fire

Michael seemed a bit less invested in what held them, but he still showed a polite smile. Even though the action didn’t reach his eyes.

“Did you bring your weapons? When we arrive, it’ll be quite the fight and I’m not sure you want to depend on just your abilities for this.” Michael warned.

Seb had a pistol tucked to the back of his waistband he reached for it holding it up quietly like a child waiting for his parents approval. Eli crossed his arms at first rolling his eyes at Seb’s usual obedience then took a dagger etched with writing from his own waistband.

“We dont prefer weapons Michael, but we have come prepared.” 

Michael prepared himself for this moment long enough. Tracking demons wasn’t a job he performed lately, but the last few weeks were an exception. From the attacks in people’s homes and aggressive acts in public, there were many reasons to pick it back up.

Sword in one hand and an enchanted gun in the other, Michael was sure he would find them. Especially with Eli and Seb. They were trustworthy and responsible enough to pull such a plan off.

“You would’ve loved this, Freya.” He whispered to himself.

The Davenport boys bickered back and fourth before transporting their way to Michael. Eli as always overzealous, while Seb preferred a more tactical route. Two extremes on either side of the spectrum.

“Michael!”

Eli exclaimed walking toward the higher-up, his hair neatly combed while Seb stood behind him looking like his usual mess.

“I apologize for our tardiness, I was unable to find my-”

Milo left a trail of kisses beneath her navel and pulled his mouth away. The lasting scent of her lasting on his lips, even when he licked them.

“Tell me when you’re ready.” He ordered.

It took her a moment to realize what he meant but when she did her hide went wide and her gaze settled up at the ceiling. Biting her lip she nodded.

She groaned as soon as his tongue touched her. The angel arched her back and clenched her jaw. Anticipation trickling down her, so eager to have him inside her—but just the same terrified.

“Your hands—feel like heaven Milo.”

“We all have responsibilities in this world. Yours, a little more pressing than the average person’s. But you can’t possibly think what has been done is a reminder. You can’t think that way, it’s only gonna make your recovery worse,” Janie sniffled and wiped her tears dismissively.

“Later on, you’ll be living you’re life and something will happen. An event you couldn’t have avoided. Then you’ll start to think up all these lies that there was something you did or could’ve done to avoid it. There’s this ‘Invincible Theory’; a common supernatural thought process where you believe because of whatever your species is, you’re immune to certain things. It leads to the reckless thought of ‘I can never be hurt’,”

“I don’t want to think there is such wrong in the world.”

She finally admitted.

“Love is such a weird word coming from this realm.”

The angel admitted then ran her fingers through her hair.

"I try to be positive—I do. It feels like a lie that's becoming harder and harder to continue telling. I don't know that I have what it takes to stay here any longer."

She pinched the bridge of her nose as the confession came from her lips.

She groaned as soon as his tongue touched her. The angel arched her back and clenched her jaw. Anticipation trickling down her, so eager to have him inside her—but just the same terrified.

“Your hands—feel like heaven Milo.”

“We all have responsibilities in this world. Yours, a little more pressing than the average person’s. But you can’t possibly think what has been done is a reminder. You can’t think that way, it’s only gonna make your recovery worse,” Janie sniffled and wiped her tears dismissively.

“Later on, you’ll be living you’re life and something will happen. An event you couldn’t have avoided. Then you’ll start to think up all these lies that there was something you did or could’ve done to avoid it. There’s this ‘Invincible Theory’; a common supernatural thought process where you believe because of whatever your species is, you’re immune to certain things. It leads to the reckless thought of ‘I can never be hurt’,”

“I don’t want to think there is such wrong in the world.”

She finally admitted.

"Love is such a weird word coming from this realm."

The angel admitted then ran her fingers through her hair.

She kept her hand in her panties, caressing herself then slipping a finger in. Her eyes wide watching Milo. He was challenging her, and she would challenge back. Sliding her fingers back out of her shorts she stuck her index finger in her mouth sucking her juices from her skin. Her face flushed as she did so.

The wolf gripped her legs as he kissed over her panties. His thumb rubbed over her clit, feeling how wet she was, he moaned audibly.

"I—I didn't mean to deprive you."

“We all have responsibilities in this world. Yours, a little more pressing than the average person’s. But you can’t possibly think what has been done is a reminder. You can’t think that way, it’s only gonna make your recovery worse,” Janie sniffled and wiped her tears dismissively.

“Later on, you’ll be living you’re life and something will happen. An event you couldn’t have avoided. Then you’ll start to think up all these lies that there was something you did or could’ve done to avoid it. There’s this ‘Invincible Theory’; a common supernatural thought process where you believe because of whatever your species is, you’re immune to certain things. It leads to the reckless thought of 'I can never be hurt’,”

"I don't want to think there is such wrong in the world."

She finally admitted.

“Sometimes it burns.”

She whispered.

“There’s nothing like a demons grip on sacred skin. It was like fire…”

Ava rubbed her face exhaustedly.

The conversation left exhausted Janie’s tone; her voice sounded monotoned and restrained. She felt a bit dizzy knowing the torture happened to someone else. She could deal with it just being her, but an angel? Of course a demon would be her attacker though it left a bad taste in her mouth. That demon would’ve been a masochist.

Pursing her lips the angel forced a smile and nodded as if agreeing with her own words.

She kept her hand in her panties, caressing herself then slipping a finger in. Her eyes wide watching Milo. He was challenging her, and she would challenge back. Sliding her fingers back out of her shorts she stuck her index finger in her mouth sucking her juices from her skin. Her face flushed as she did so.

“Sometimes it burns.”

She whispered.

“There’s nothing like a demons grip on sacred skin. It was like fire…”

Ava rubbed her face exhaustedly.

The conversation left exhausted Janie’s tone; her voice sounded monotoned and restrained. She felt a bit dizzy knowing the torture happened to someone else. She could deal with it just being her, but an angel? Of course a demon would be her attacker though it left a bad taste in her mouth. That demon would’ve been a masochist.

“I’m okay Milo. I think—I need this.”

She breathed and lowered herself to place a kiss to his lips.

She hummed.

"I was thinking the same thing...thought maybe you might have lost your touch."

The angel challenged playfully.

"Or do I have to be the one to satisfy myself?"

She asked snaking her hand past his and playing with herself beneath her panties teasing the wolf.

"Maybe I don't even need you..."

"I'm okay Milo. I think—I need this."

She breathed and lowered herself to place a kiss to his lips.

"Sometimes it burns."

She whispered.

"There's nothing like a demons grip on sacred skin. It was like fire..."

Ava rubbed her face exhaustedly.