Wild Eyes | A Crowley x Reader lemon series

Midnight Flight

I let Crowley drive us to the clearing from the other night in his classic Bentley. He was quiet, as if he was resenting his decision to come. I knew what was rolling through his mind though. I had seen it a dozen times in Nephilim males with mating bonds. It made them more primal, more animalistic. 

"This is it." The demon growled, putting the car in part at the edge of the road. I could just barely see the clearing through the trees as I slid out of the passenger side seat. He followed me through the dense brush, the cool night air gentle as we stepped into the clearing. 

I closed my eyes, a popping sensation sounding in my back at wings as dark as nightfall unfurled. I beat them slowly, stirring the air around us. It felt so good to feel them free again. 

When I looked over to Crowley, I saw that his own dark wings were unfurled as well. I let my eyes rove over him admiringly. He looked like a prince of night like that. 

I offered him a smile as I flexed my wings and shot into the night sky like a bullet. I could hear Crowley's wing beats as he followed close behind. 

"Try to keep up!" I hollered back in his direction as I banked sharply to the right, following the coarse of the stream. Trees whizzed past at a dizzying speed as I dipped low and sidelong, one tip of my wing skimming the water's surface.

I looked down to see my distorted reflection in the stream, lighting cracking behind me. I knew this area enough to know there was a cave ahead where we could ride out the storm about to break over us. 

I landed on the bank, brushing debris away to reveal a rock outcrop with just enough space for two people.

"What are you doing?" Crowley landed beside me, scowling.

"We have about thirty seconds before we get drenched or electrocuted," I explained, my wings shrinking again as I crawled into the space, "I've spent nights here while hunting." Crowley raised an eyebrow as if he questioned my life choices, but followed suit. 

Lying on our sides, we watched as rain poured down and lighting streaked across the sky. I should have watched a weather forecast before suggesting this. 

"You're a wild thing, you know that?" Crowley mused from behind me. I rolled onto my back to look at him.

"I'm Nephilim," I replied, "Some of us just follow the old ways." 

"So what was that bon fire about?" He asked, "Some sort of celebration?"

"A funeral." I answered, "We were celebrating the life of one of our elders." Crowley looked thoughtful, then shook his head as if we were absolutely mad. 

"Like I said, you're a wild thing." He repeated, tracing a finger down down my side, along the runes tattooed there. It sent a shiver up my spine. 

"Where did you learn to fly like that?" Crowley changed the subject. 

"We're taught as children," I answered flatly, "Why so many questions? I thought you didn't want any part of me." I heard him chuckle in the darkness, a deep vibrating sound that resonated through my very core. 

"I don't," He admitted, then sighed, "But I do. I don't want a mate, I don't want a wife...."

"But you feel a draw to it." I finished for him, "I know. Trust me, you're not what I had in mind for a mate." 

"Oh?" Crowley's voice sounded mildly offended, "What did you have in mind?" 

"A warrior." I stated simply. 

"And how do you know I'm bloody well not one?" He retorted, "I used to be known as the Black Knight, you know." I peered towards the direction of his voice. 

I sighed, exasperated, "The wheel of fortune goes round and round." 

"What the fuck does that mean?" 

"Nothing," I said, rolling back over to watch the rain. It was still pouring fantastically out there. As I laid there, I felt Crowley's arm snake around my waist, pulling me flush against him. 

"Will you stop giving me mixed signals?" I sighed, "You said you didn't want a mate." I could feel him tense up, weighing my words. 

"I can't help it," He admitted finally. I turned over in his arms, palms flat against his chest. I could hear his heart beating lying here like this...I closed my eyes listening to the rhythmic sound. 

"We could try..." The words tumbled from my mouth before I even knew what I was saying.

"What?" Crowley said softly, "The wild Nephilim and the Serpent of Eden?  That would send Hell into a riot." I smirked sardonically...ah that made everything ten times more complicated.

"Are you scared of Hell?" I asked. I felt Crowley's deep rumbling laugh beneath my fingertips as his hand cupped my face. 

"Are you not scared of them?" He questioned back at me.

"If I feared them," I replied, "I would have flown far to avoid you." Silence stretched between us for a long moment before Crowley's lips found mine. While the first one had been brutal, this one was soft and imploring. I opened myself to him, pressing the length of my body against his. My hands roamed under his shirt, feeling the taunt muscles of his abdomen, much like the Nephilim men of my clan had. Maybe he wasn't so different after all...

Crowley held me close, claiming my mouth, as he rolled on top of me. The pressure wasn't unpleasant, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I could feel the invisible bond winding itself around us as he slowly kissed his way along my jawline and down my neck. 

"Very well then," The Serpent of Eden breathed against my sensitive flesh, "Hell can bloody well go fuck itself."