Ezekiel knew he should’ve paid better attention to his mom. If he had, finding himself in the unfathomable Abaddon might have been a little easier to deal with. Zeke might have understood what he was about to face.<br><br>Instead he’s faced with the angel Haziel at the end of a sword, stuck in an existence he doesn’t know how to navigate, heading toward a war humanity had no knowledge of.<br><br>Haziel promises to see him safely through the battlefield. Along the way Zeke finds purpose and courage, grace and depravity. At his journey’s end, will Zeke want to leave his angel behind when the time comes?

Dandelion

Slowing down wasn’t an option now, but damn it, he craved this so much. Zeke needed it to last. But he was already gone.


Haziel slammed into him and ground up against his ass. Right where Zeke needed him. He shuddered and came between them with his face buried in Haziel’s hand to smother his groan of relief, the sparks bursting into stars in his vision. He slumped down into the bowl of the hammock as he dug his hand further into Haziel’s great feathers and tugged.


A last thrust buried Haziel into him and the angel stilled, face glowing with his completion. The space where his halo hid flickered, the spiral appearing faint but there as Zeke hummed. Haziel’s warmth seemed to reach deeper into his body as the angel filled him up with his seed. Bright and hot and sharp. It was a sense memory he would remember the rest of his life.


Chapter 48