Finding Patch

Chapter 14

(Sorry it's been a while, techonology really hates me. I finally broke down and purchased a Chromebook. I know it's not much, but it allows me to upload my stories until the computer is fixed. Just drop me a personal message if a week goes by and I haven't uploaded anything. Sometimes I find myself forgetting to upload.)

(The spacing might be off, this is the first time uploading anything with the Chromebook. Hopefully, I will get better at this.) 

Colors formed over his mind as clouds swarmed around the remaining space. Chase lost all recollection of time or earthy inhabitance. All he could comprehend was Patch, the godlike man kissing him, stroking him, and loving him. A part of him burned because the force his mate used yet it was pleasurable; so pleasurable he had no idea that love could feel this way. Trying to focus on the fact Patch showed emotion and held so much emotion it engulfed him in a whole new world of possibilities.  

As Patch pulled out of him, he felt sorrow for the empty feeling it gave him. Patch cooed him to calm down they were nowhere over yet. He had waited over a hundred years to claim what was his; God himself could not take away this time.  

Eyeing the wings behind his mate, Patch told him to touch; he loved it when he touches. Slowly his hand stretched out towards the silk like feathers, his beast howled and nudged in urgency for him to move faster.  

“Strange isn’t it, when your wolf wants to feel me.” Patch chuckled as his hand touched the feathers.  

“My god, they are…”  

“Silk?” Patch whispered, “The only word to describe the wings in human terms is pure silk.”  

“What are you?” Chase finally had the courage to ask the question he wanted to know for so long.  

“I am Patch, Leo of Angel Blood, protector of the unknown, I am made of dark and light, emotion and no emotion, the purest of child sees me as an angel and demon.”  

“Demon?” Chase question. 

“You cannot have one without the other, Demon is not like you think it is, I come from the creator for I am the creator and he is me as I am him,” Patch’s voice held pride with each word.  

“You repeated yourself,” Chase giggled.  

“Did I, are you sure?”  

Patch took Chase by the throat, lifted him up from the couch and placed him on his lap as he sat back. The couch disappeared before Chase’s eyes and turned into a bed. Unlike Patch’s bed, this one held a darkness to it. Covered in purple, white and black bedding, the silver metal held an old and ancient texture. The wings above their heads matched that of Patch’s yet darkened somehow.  

“I am two, there for I am not a man. I am more than a man and you my little pure innocent wolf holds the key to my memories for you are a gift to me by the creator.”  

“What?” Chase showed his confusion to what Patch just said.  

The crystalized color in Patch’s eyes changed from blue to blackish color then back to blue. The very sight of something so intoxicating mesmerized Chase. Lightly brushing his fingertips under the crystalized blues, his mate leaned back and allowed him access.  

 
“Do you realize how beautiful you are?”  

“We are made this way, yet I am more.” Patch looked as if the very thought hurt him.  

“You are more?” Chase asked, “Is Tommy like you?”  

“You are noticing the odd behavior around you?” Patch smirked. “Very good, you need to notice around you; as well as others to answer your question.”