“Wings,” came Jude’s soft reply. Kicks’ entire body stiffened, but before he could turn, a hand touched him. He jumped, but it only lasted a second as Jude’s nails brushed just shy of too hard around the edges of his scars. “You gave yourself wings.” Kicks closed his eyes, relishing the darkness. “Broken wings,” he corrected. “Hawke did them after I joined the Chains. He told me to lean into my past.” He gave a whole-body twitch when warm lips pressed to the center of his spine, then moved up to the back of his neck. He felt teeth next, then a warm tongue, then Jude sucked hard.
