Rayline. For a moment I felt his arms tighten around me, his wings wrapped around both of us as if to provide a layer of comfort. "Don't you get it?" he snapped. "What I just did was a declaration of war! Why do you think I always hold back when I get attacked?" "They know they'll get killed if they go after you. Why is that a bad thing?" Jesse asked, and I could see the flash of confusion in his eyes. "Or they'll send someone else to kill me!" Cole shouted and the atmosphere became tense. Jesse swallowed and turned his face away. "He's right, Jesse. They probably think he's too dangerous," Chase said in a calm tone. "Then just get his superiors to tell them to let you go," Jesse said again, trying to make a suggestion. "Like who?" Cole stared at him, and things got even more heated. "Dad," Jesse answered without hesitation, and I saw the confusion on Cole's face. "Very funny," Cole sarcastically laughs, showing his disbelief. "I'm serious," Jesse insists. "What? You want me
Rayline. "So where have you been all day?" my mom asked me as I walked into the house. "I... uh-" I stuttered at first, not sure what to say. I tried to think of a better excuse. "And who were you kissing in the car?" Then my father stood up, cutting me off. "What, are you guys spyin' on me now?" I replied with a snort. "You're not supposed to sneak around and hide things," he said, and I scoffed. "So I can't have a personal life?" "Not if you're not honest," my mom said, and my hand dropped to my side. "You're acting like I'm a fifteen-year-old girl. You're worried about me kissing someone when I could be sneaking off to do drugs." I said it, I was annoyed at them, they really thought I was still a kid. "Really?" my father asked, his eyebrows raised as if he was emphasizing, not asking. "No!" I shouted, and they let out a sigh of relief. "Jeez, I'm just out for the day." "Okay, so what exactly happened last night?" my dad demanded. "I...I slept over at Darren's, and...I hu
Rayline. As I lay on the couch watching a TV show, my Friday afternoon took an unexpected turn when Darren's name popped up on my phone screen. With a "Hey," I answered the call. "Hey, what are you doing?" his voice rang out clearly. "Just watching TV. Why?" I replied curiously. "I wanted to ask you if you wanted to go to Taylor's." "Another party?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. "A little smaller, but kind of. I was going to ask you if you wanted to go." I thought for a moment before answering, "I don't know..." "You could take Cole," he suggested, and I paused to consider the idea. "Really stuck playing third person this time." "Yeah, it's your turn this time," I teased with a grin. "Sure, why not? I'll send him a message." "Okay, I'll pick you up in about half an hour?" "Sure, see you." I ended the call and turned my attention to my messages, contacting Cole with an invitation to Taylor's party. When I sent him a message and he told me that he was sick and wouldn't be able t
Rayline. The atmosphere in front of the house was almost pitch black when I stopped and I was breathing heavily. Taylor offered to accompany me, but I declined, telling him that I wanted to talk to Cole alone. With a nod, he left, leaving me standing in front of the dimly lit doorway. The sound of a knock echoed in the silent night, and after a tense minute, Cole opened the door, shock clearly visible on his face. "Hey," I greeted him, concern etched into my face. "Hey. What are you doing here?" he asked, stepping forward. "I, um... I wanted to talk to you." Then he furrowed his brow, but he could sense the tension of the situation and invited me to come in. I stepped into the living room, darkness enveloping the familiar surroundings. Then he closed the door behind me, leaving the house noticeably quiet. "Is something wrong?" "Cole," I began, meeting his gaze, "why didn't you tell me?" "Tell you what?" he said with a confused look on his face. "About your mom," I said, and h
Rayline. His eyes flashed a deep magenta again and I leaned closer to press my lips to his. He placed his hands on my waist as his kisses began to move down to the nape of my neck, giving it a gentle peck before drifting over my collar to my shoulders, the sensation of his heavy breathing making me shiver. He reached for my bra strap, lifting it back to lock eyes with me as his fingers played with it as if asking permission to remove it, to which I nodded. He slides the straps over my shoulders before his hands move down my back, running over my skin before finding my bra clasp and undoing it, letting it fall from my chest and fall to the side. His breath was heavy as he looked at me in admiration and I had to fight the strong urge to cover myself. He slowly leans down and presses his kisses to my chest, his lips tracing my skin before pushing me down onto the sheets. His hands cupped one of my breasts, massaging it gently, and I gasped. He moved lower, his tongue planting a kiss bef
Rayline. He was silent for a moment before lowering his hand and placing it on my stomach. I wasn't sure what he was doing at first, but his touch was followed by warmth and the painful sting faded. It turned out he was healing me. My eyes snapped back open to meet his red, anxious gaze, and I placed my hand on his cheek and gave him a kiss before he moved on. Each time the burn returned, but it only lasted a moment before disappearing. By the time he reached his climax, there was no pain, and I felt only a feeling that I can only describe as "full". "Are you okay?" he panted. "Yeah, I'm fine," I said, smiling and lifting my hands to cradle his face and rest my forehead against his. A few moments passed, and then I realized he was waiting for me. "You can move." As soon as I said that, he pulled back slowly before thrusting forward, sending waves of unfamiliar pleasure through my body as we both moaned into each other's mouths. "Oh damn," he murmured under his breath. I moaned a
Rayline. I slowly opened my eyes to the blinding light from the sun coming in through the window and rolled over as I lay down. I breathed and looked around the room, only to find it empty, then sat up, holding the sheets over my chest as I turned to look at the mattress. I noticed the claw marks and tears scratched on it and smiled sheepishly to myself. Oh, right, I did that last night. He and I. I'm just about to get up when I hear the doorknob turn and there's Cole, shirtless and in sweatpants, carrying a small tray of food, looking up to see me awake. "Hi, good morning," he grinned and walked to the edge of the bed. "Morning," I said with some confusion. "What's that?" "Breakfast." He placed the tray on the sheets with an adorable smile, a stark contrast to his shirtless body. How could anyone be cute and sexy at the same time? "You don't have to bring it here." "It's no big deal. You could say that I paid you back for the time you took care of me," he said, and I let out a l
Rayline. As I felt his hands move underneath me, I heard my mobile phone vibrate, and I reluctantly pulled away with a groan, causing him to giggle. I got out of bed and walked over to my bag to see my mom's name, and I immediately panicked, praying that Darren was going to send her a text message. "Hello, Mom?" "Hey baby, what are you doing?" "Uhh, you know, just hanging out." I pretend to laugh and see Cole sitting up straight leaning against the bed frame. "Why Mom?" "Just making sure you're alive. Darren said you fainted last night. Thank God the boy texted us or we'd never have known you were killed." I heard my mom's voice in the distance. "Yeah, right," I laughed awkwardly. "I'm just really tired after all our fun and games. But I'll be home a little later." "All right then, I just wanted to make sure. I love you." "I love you too, bye." Just as I hung up, I saw an unread text message from Darren. "Looks like your favors are starting to add up!" "You're welcome." I t