Wild Eyes | A Crowley x Reader lemon series

Where Do We Go From Here?

I sat perched on the edge of Crowley's desk in nothing but one of his tee shirts as I sipped on a cup of hot tea. After the rain had subsided, we had flow back to the Bentley and came back to his flat. A hot shower later, here I was, waiting for the Serpent of Eden to finish terrorizing his plants. 

"You know," I observed with a wry smile as he came into the office, plant mister in hand, "Nature is a lot like us. With love they react with respect, and with respect they react with love." 

"Or...I continue what I'm doing and we keep the Nephilim magic away from my plants." Crowley said, coming to me. He stood between my legs, hand on my thigh. I moaned softly as his nose grazed the sweet spot in my neck, his breath warm on my flesh. 

"Tired?" He asked, squeezing my thigh. 

"Not at all." I replied, running my fingers through his soft hair. 

"So where do we go from here?" Crowley mused, making me raise an eyebrow.

"As in from this moment or are you speaking in broader terms?" I laughed softly.

"Either." 

"Well," I said, pulling away to look him in the eye, "Since we are bonded, I could have you integrated into my clan."

"Down below might get a little political about that." Crowley answered darkly. I thought about it for a long moment before a cynical grin stretched out across my visage. 

"No necessarily." I replied, "By treaty, Nephilim are permitted to choose their sides. By becoming part of a clan, you are released from any bond." Crowley looked at me thoughtfully, considering this option. 

"How?" He finally asked. 

"The elders may give you a trial. Since we are bonded, they might not give you a difficult task," I answered, wincing.

"What kind of trial?" Crowley said, narrowing his eyes. 

"It depends..." I said slowly, choosing my words carefully, "They might make you eat the heart of a stag or fight the strongest warrior in the clan. It can vary." My mate made a face somewhere between horror and disgust.

"You lot are savages." He retorted.

"You're mated to one of those savages," I shot back, pulling lightly on his hair, "What does that make you?" Crowley laughed and kissed me soundly. I moaned into the kiss, pulling him close. I wanted him to take me again. 

Then there was a knock at the door.