Her Angel: Eternal Warriors Complete Series Box Set

by Heaton, Felicity

  “Yes.” Water splashed as he lifted his hand from beneath the surface and caught hers, gently holding it to his throat. The touch soothed her, calming her rising magic until it simmered back down to a steady undercurrent in her blood. “It is nothing I would not have healed.”

  “How can you say that… as if it was nothing?” she snapped and snatched her hand back, her rough sudden movements sending small waves rippling outwards across the pool’s surface. Her magic spiked again, blistering her blood, her fury demanding she unleash it and make Asmodeus’s master pay for his sin of harming her angel. “He tried to kill you… he’s a bastard… a vicious, evil, conniving bastard, and I want his head for what he did to you.”

  Asmodeus caught her hand and gently drew her back to him. He kissed her fingers one by one, the action calming her and settling her heart in her chest, soothing the rampant magic in her veins.

  “I would endure far worse to keep you safe, my sweet little mortal. Besides, the punishment he meted out for my disrespect and disobedience has had its own rewards.” The wickedness of his smile told her that he meant what they were doing now.

  He had been beaten, bruised, and stabbed multiple times by shards of black rock, and then had his throat crushed, and he took it in his stride because she was bathing with him as a result of the pain his master had inflicted upon him? She couldn’t be as forgiving. She wanted the Devil dead for what he had done to Asmodeus.

  “I still want his head,” she grumbled and he sighed.

  “It would not be wise. To collect his head, you would have to seek him out. It is what he wants. He wants you, Liora, and if you go to him to seek out retribution for what he did to me, he would have you. Do not doubt that. You are not powerful enough to defeat him.” Asmodeus released her hand and smoothed his palm across her cheek. “Do not give him what he desires. Do not make what I suffered worth nothing.”

  Liora stilled and absorbed what he had said. He was right. If she tracked down the Devil, she would end up his prisoner, and everything Asmodeus had gone through would have been for nothing.

  She lowered her gaze to his chest and then lifted it again, meeting his.

  “He still wants you to take me to him, doesn’t he?”

  Asmodeus hesitated and then nodded. “I will resist… but I believe it is the reason he allowed me to remain alive rather than killing me once I had fallen unconscious. He still has a use for me.”

  The earnest look in his golden eyes spoke to her heart, telling it that he would do his best to go against his master’s orders, resisting his command to take her to him. She brushed her fingers across his throat, her gaze falling there.

  The Devil had rendered him unconscious and must have left him then, leaving him exposed and vulnerable, at the mercy of any passing demon or Hell’s angel. She tried to calm her anger but it spiked back up again, burning fiercer than ever as she pictured Asmodeus laying bloodied and beaten, out cold.

  Alone.

  What if he hadn’t come around when he had or hadn’t been left with enough power to create a portal to take him to his castle? What would have happened to him then?

  Asmodeus captured her hand, brought it to his lips and pressed a long kiss to it.

  “Sweet Liora…” he murmured against her fingers and closed his eyes. “It touches me that you desire to punish my master for my sake, but bothers me too. Let go of this desire… it is what he wants you to feel and how he wants you to act. Do not give him the satisfaction.”

  She nodded, drew their joined hands towards her and kissed a gash on the back of his.

  “Sorry,” she whispered and sighed, pushing out all of her anger and irritation, and letting it go. Here she was with a gorgeous man, almost naked, in a hot spring, and she was thinking about spilling blood. Something was very wrong with her. “I won’t do anything stupid… but I can’t help how I feel.”

  Asmodeus smiled at her, as if she had given him a beautiful gift with those words, and she blushed and dropped his hand and her gaze at the same time.

  She set back to work on cleaning him, taking her time as she washed his chest, slowly revealing his bronzed skin beneath all the blood and black dirt. She luxuriated in running her fingers down his stomach and feeling his muscles quiver beneath her touch, a sign of his returning nerves, and found her willpower lacking once again when she reached the waist of his loincloth beneath the water.

  She accidentally brushed the extremely impressive bulge in his loincloth.

  Asmodeus moved faster than she could see, snagging her hands and pulling them free of the water, holding them away from him.

  She was ready with a false apology when she lifted her gaze to his, expecting to see brooked desire in his eyes.

  There was only endless darkness.

  His grip on her wrists tightened, crushing her bones together, and she flinched.

  “How many males have you touched like this?” he barked, his voice loud as it echoed around the steep hills surrounding the black plain.

  The edge to his eyes said that he didn’t really want to know. She could see he was running numbers through his head, numbers that he didn’t like, males he felt he needed to compete with and best.

  Liora extricated her hands from his grasp and rubbed her sore wrists before gently taking hold of his hands. She looked deep into his eyes, seeing his need to know what he was up against, how experienced she was, and how much that set him on edge.

  “I have touched men like this, but I have only had one lover.”

  He didn’t look relieved to hear that. Liora moved closer and released his hands. She ran her palms up his chest, leaned in, and softly captured his lips with hers. His large hands claimed her waist and he slanted his head and kissed her, delving his tongue between her lips. She met it, tangling them together, losing herself all over again.

  Asmodeus pulled her against him and her breasts pressed into his chest, her knees hit his backside, and his rested against her hips. His hands slipped over her hips and clutched her bottom, his fingertips pressing in so hard that it bordered on painful. Were his claws out? The thought of him using them to shred her knickers had moisture pooling between her thighs.

  “I love the way you kiss me,” she whispered against his lips, teasing him with flicks of her tongue over them. “It’s as if you can’t get enough of me. Can’t you?”

  His voice dropped, low and serious, heart-meltingly sexy. “No. Never. The more I taste these lips… the more I hunger for them.”

  Liora smiled against his mouth. “No man has ever talked to me like you do… and I love it too.”

  He pushed her back and searched her eyes, his all swirling red and gold, as on fire as she felt inside. He looked as though he thought she was wonderful for saying such a thing.

  If he thought that her honest words were wonderful, he would think her a goddess and be screaming her name at the top of his lungs when she showed him what other things she could do with her mouth.

  CHAPTER 10

  Liora was mistaken.

  She might be the one screaming his name at the top of her lungs.

  Asmodeus had a wicked way of kissing, palming her backside in time with each hard flick of his tongue across her lips and playful nip with his teeth. She moaned when he caught her lower lip between one short fang and his lip, and pulled it into his mouth before thrusting his tongue inside hers and dominating her once again. The man was a quick study, growing in boldness as his hunger slipped its leash and took control.

  Liora leaned into him, her breasts mashed against his hard chest, feeling his heart pounding at the same crazy rhythm as hers. He clutched and squeezed her bottom, fingers inching slowly lower, coming to graze her groin. She moaned and undulated her hips, aching for him to touch her where she needed him most, wanting to feel his fingers on her at last.

  He released her mouth, panting hard, his eyes blazing crimson fire that burned her. His chest heaved, delicious and hard, muscles straining and delighting her eyes. She couldn’t help h
erself. She raked her short nails down his pectorals and he hissed in pleasure, his eyes going hooded as he flashed fangs.

  She squealed when his hands shot to her waist and he lifted her from the water as if she weighed nothing, and then groaned when he brought her back down astride his hips and she sank down to rub against his hard length. Asmodeus growled and gritted his teeth, the muscle in his jaw flexing as he stared into her eyes, cranking her temperature up with the intensity of his gaze.

  Liora grasped his shoulders and rubbed herself along his length, her own hazel eyes going hooded. Mother Earth, she wanted him inside her.

  Asmodeus slipped his hands over her thighs and she shivered when he skimmed the inside of them, close to her underwear. He continued downwards to her knees and pushed her back, breaking contact between their bodies. She mewled and tried to get close to him but he held her firm, keeping the distance between them, his gaze commanding her to obey. She didn’t want to behave. She wanted all of him.

  He released her, swallowed hard, and moved his hands beneath the water. Doing what?

  She found out when he took hold of her hand again, pulled it to him, and wrapped it around his naked hard shaft. Mercy. A shiver went through her, hot and achy, spilling bliss through her veins and making her moan. He gripped her hand with his right one, keeping it on his flesh, and began stroking.

  Liora hadn’t expected him to be this forward but she loved it. She liked how tightly he held her hand around his rigid cock, moving it up and down the full length from crown to root, showing her how to pleasure him.

  Asmodeus closed his eyes and tipped his head back, grunting as the rhythm built and she began to move with him, stroking him hard but at a measured pace, one that would give him the most pleasure. His arms tensed, muscles bunching beautifully, and his torso followed, every ridge pronouncing itself. Her heart fluttered and belly heated, and she wanted to find her own pleasure. If he wasn’t afraid to show her how he liked to be touched, then she shouldn’t be afraid either.

  His eyes snapped open when she took hold of his free hand, slowing the tempo of her strokes, keeping him hard but not pushing him towards the edge.

  His red gaze followed her as she led his hand under the water towards her. He swallowed hard, throat flexing with it, and stared at the point where their joined hands entered the water, his breath coming faster again.

  Liora stroked him hard to take his mind off it and he screwed his face up and rocked his hips, growling as he thrust through the ring of their joined fingers.

  She waited until he was deep in his pleasure and then pushed aside her black panties and slipped his fingers into her folds.

  Asmodeus stilled right down to his breathing.

  Liora didn’t stop. She gently held his hand from behind, keeping his palm facing her body, curled his ring and little finger over, and stroked her pert nub with his other two fingers.

  His gaze narrowed, burning like an inferno now, and he growled, flashing fangs.

  She started stroking him again, slower now, moving their hands in time with each other. Asmodeus was a very quick study. Quicker than she had anticipated. He moved his hand against her, gaze intent on the water, as if he could see through it to her and what he was doing. He wanted to see. He wanted to watch their joined hands touching her.

  She could do that.

  Liora reluctantly took her hand away from his shaft, earning a growl from him. She wiped the angry look from his face by rising to her feet, coming to stand before him, and shimmying out of her knickers.

  Asmodeus stared.

  Growled.

  His hands shot up from the water, spraying it everywhere, and clutched her hips. He drew her closer, his eyes locked on the thatch of curls between her thighs. Liora took hold of one of his hands and guided it to her, curling his fingers over as before so only two remained. She lifted her left leg, her heart pounding, and settled it on his shoulder, pinning him back against the edge of the pool and revealing herself to him.

  He groaned now, the sound desperate and rough, as if she was killing him.

  “Touch me,” she whispered, and slipped his fingers between her moist folds, bringing them back to where they had been before. “Like this.”

  She moved his flattened fingers up and down, and then swirled them around. Asmodeus’s crimson eyes burned into her, studying everything she did. Her heart pounded, heat rushing through her veins, tingles spreading outwards from her core.

  He licked his lips and began mimicking what she had shown him, moving his own fingers, teasing her closer to the edge. She breathed hard, lost in the pleasure rippling through her, aching for the next step. Asmodeus was ahead of her. He dipped his fingers down, found her slick core and growled low in his throat.

  “Claws,” she uttered before he lost his head and he snatched his hand back, looking for all the world as if she had just told him to back the hell off and get away from her. Liora rocked her hips, too far gone to stop herself, her body demanding release. “No… don’t stop… just… keep those bad boys in check… yeah?”

  He grunted in response, honed his gaze on her groin and brought his fingers back to her. He swirled his fingers around her nub, bringing her back to a crescendo again, teetering on the edge of bliss, and then eased them downwards. She smiled at how beautifully intense and focused he became, and could almost hear him mentally chanting to keep his claws away. He hesitated. Damn it. She hadn’t meant to put him off completely.

  “Like this,” she murmured and took hold of his hand again, sliding it downwards. She shifted her hips forwards and moaned as she eased two of his fingers into her hot sheath. Asmodeus snarled, his gaze burning her, locked with such intensity that she shivered. He slowly withdrew his fingers and carefully moved them back inside, stroking her sensitive flesh. “Yes… like that. Mother Earth… just like that.”

  Liora arched her back, tangled her hands in her hair and clutched it to her head, her elbows pointed skywards.

  She bit her lip and undulated her hips, riding the slow steady thrust of his fingers, losing herself in the hot shivery pleasure burning through her with each one.

  Asmodeus built the pace, gaining confidence, taking her higher. Liora screwed her eyes shut and groaned, her knees trembling and threatening to give out. Not before she climaxed. She just needed a few more seconds. A few more strokes.

  The intensity of his gaze on her magnified.

  She shrieked when he pulled his fingers from her, grabbed her hips and yanked her forwards. It ended in a moan when her back hit the hot ground next to the pool and Asmodeus buried his head between her thighs, his tongue delving between her plush petals and licking the length of her.

  “Oh gods,” she moaned and arched her back, rocking her hips against his face, riding that wicked tongue of his.

  Oh, he was a natural. A god amongst men.

  Liora dug her fingers into his hair, clutching him to her, and settled her legs over his shoulders. He raised her hips and devoured her, stroking and teasing her nub, driving her out of her mind with a need for that one final push. She reached for it, straining and moaning, rocking her hips in search of it.

  Asmodeus slowed his attack on her and she wanted to curse him for it until he obliterated her ability to speak by easing his fingers into her.

  She was done for.

  Liora lasted two long strokes of his fingers before she shattered, crying out as a wave of pleasure so intense that she felt hazy from head to toe crashed over her, sending her thighs quivering against the sides of his head and her mind spinning. Asmodeus growled between her thighs and she smiled lazily, trembling around his fingers, glad he liked to feel her coming because of his touch.

  He withdrew his fingers and lapped the length of her, tasting her flesh and her desire, the release he had wrought from her. She melted into the black basalt, shaking all over, spent and lost, feeling too high to move.

  Water splashed over her and she opened her eyes to find Asmodeus above her, his gaze near-black with arou
sal.

  “You taste divine.” He rested all of his weight on one arm and stroked her cheek, the light caress tickling her in her sensitized state. “I want to do that again.”

  “Let me catch my breath.” She smiled when he looked disappointed and wiped that expression from his face by curling her fingers around the rigid length of his cock. His eyes turned hooded again, lips parting on a sigh as his nostrils flared. “How about I steal your breath like you did mine?”

  He frowned and growled, and she pressed her other hand against his chest, forcing him back as she sat up. He kneeled before her, completely nude and beautiful, his long shaft straining for her attention.

  Liora leaned in and licked from root to crown, eliciting a husky moan from him. He was going to be doing a lot more than moaning quietly before long. She swirled her tongue around the thick head and ran her tongue over the slit, tasting his essence. His hands leaped to her shoulders and he clutched them. They were trembling. She smiled at that. He would be shaking all over when she was done with him. She was going to rock his world.

  She closed her mouth over the crown and he jerked forwards, thrusting further inside, grunting darkly.

  Liora wrapped one hand around his impressive length and let the other drift over his stomach and thighs as she sucked him gently, giving him a moment to get accustomed to the feel of her mouth on his flesh. She eased off him and fluttered her tongue around the dark head, tearing another groan from him, sharply followed by another. He clutched her more tightly, his big body tensing, and she couldn’t resist gazing up the height of him.

  The sight of his face twisted in pleasure, his eyes screwed shut and fangs sinking into his lower lip, made her quiver inside and reignited her desire. She flexed her pelvic muscles and took him back into her mouth, moaning at the brief aftershock of pleasure. She moved her hand on his length in time with her mouth and he rocked into her, short thrusts that she knew he couldn’t help, just as she hadn’t been able to stop herself from riding his fingers. He was lost.