by Liza James
I grind myself against his length, my wetness soaking through his briefs and coating his cock like I want it too. “Please,” I beg again, letting my moans fill the air as I dry fuck him against the floor.
Elijah shoots up, pinning my hands behind my back as he yanks his briefs down and releases his thick shaft. “Sit up,” he demands, and I do as he says. He drags the wide tip through my slick pussy and I immediately move to sink myself on him when he pulls it away. “Not until I tell you too,” he growls, and I whimper at the loss of him.
“You’ll fuck me when I say you can. And then you’ll ride me hard and fast while I watch you take my cock. Say yes, Luna.”
Fucking hell. I’m so turned on.
“Yes,” I obey him, submitting to his dark tone and dominating demeanor. He drags his cock back through my pussy, holding me still with the bind he has on my hands.
“Touch your clit,” he instructs as he releases one of my hands but maintains his grip on the other. I slide my hand forward and in between my legs, circling my clit as his cock continues torturing me slowly.
“Fuck, you’re killing me,” I say, moaning and writhing as I touch myself for him.
His eyes stay glued to my fingers while I pinch and roll my clit. His hand begins fisting and stroking his cock at the same time as he moves it against me, working us both up and into needy messes.
“Destroying you,” he corrects plainly and then his eyes find mine again as finally gives me what I want. “Now, fuck me.”
I immediately sink down on him and we both suck in a breath as his hard cock stretches and fills me. I mold and fall around him while his fingers harshly dig into the flesh of my hips. “Put your hands over your head,” his voice is deeper, huskier as he begins lifting and dropping my hips to a rhythm that rips into both of us. I lift my hands and stack them on my head, stretching myself out and arching my back into his touch.
“God, you’re stunning,” he says as his eyes move up and down my body. They fall to where we are joined and linger there, watching as he stretches me open and then pulls out. He moves me quickly over him, up and down in a fast and rapid pace. I feel the coil twisting tightly inside of me. Low and heavy as the orgasm begins building intensely.
Suddenly, Elijah lifts up and flips us so that I’m on my back. He hovers over me as he pulls one of my legs up and around his hip. He’s spreading me even wider as he plunges into me deeper than ever before. He grinds the base of his cock against my clit every time he fills me, and I know I’m close to coming.
“Come here, Luna,” he whispers and lifts us both so that he’s sitting up while I straddle his broad stance. Our chests are pressed tightly together while I lift and fall against his cock. My hands fall down his shoulders and trail over his biceps. I move them to his back, feeling his skin until my fingers brush over the clear scars where his wings used to be. I graze against them as his head falls to the crook of my neck while I continue to ride him.
“You’re everything I could ever need,” I whisper in his ear as his body shivers with my touch. “You’ve always been everything I’ve ever needed.”
His head turns to take my lips and I give them to him. He kisses me with an eager passion that crashes through my head. An orgasm rips across my body while his hips lift to meet mine on every thrust.
“My Fated,” he whispers as his hips crash into me and he finds his own release. We lose ourselves to each other, to the blood bond and Fated connection that flows powerfully through us. We consume each other with every breath, love each other with every thought, and I realize that for the first time in my life, I feel whole again.
It’s back. Everything is back and thriving between us. The blood bond was restored, and I’ve spent the last two days buried so deep inside of Luna that I want to forget my own fucking name.
She’s perfect. And I can’t help but hate myself a little for pushing her away for so long. I swear, I gave an inch and fell the rest of the damn way into her. As soon as I let myself accept Luna, my entire being consumed her and she devoured every inch of me.
I can’t fucking get enough.
We have a lot to figure out though. Which is why Nathanial and Stella are coming over today. Luna wants Stella to move in with us, and I as much as I don’t want anyone to interrupt my time with my Fated, I do agree that Stella needs protection. Especially as we try to understand what has been happening to her lately.
I have an idea, but it’s highly unlikely. It would mean that the Demon in her veins has essentially taken over the Angel. That she leans more to the Demonic side than Angelic. But in order for that to happen, someone would have to have pulled it out of her. Essentially, fed and nourished the Demon while they effectively starved her Angel.
We’ve already asked her how much time she’s spent with Camden away from all of us, but she swears it wasn’t often at all. I know she isn’t lying. She hates him for what he did to Luna. Despises him and wants to kill him herself. She doesn’t know that she’ll have to fight me for that honor. Because the next time I lay eyes on Camden, he’s fucking dead.
We’re taking the girls to the Capital today. It’s time they see the place for themselves and start getting comfortable in our world. They’re forever linked to this now.
I’m lying on my side in mine and Luna’s room. I decided to move into hers rather than move her downstairs. My room was filled with too many memories of bad mistakes and angry nights. Her room has only ever been for her. It’s remained empty all these years until she moved in, and I like the idea that it was intentionally that way without me realizing it.
Luna is quietly sleeping next to me, her peaceful self nestled tightly into my side as I watch her. I lift my hand and trail a finger across her cheek, gently pushing back some of the dark strands of her hair that obstruct my view of her sweet face.
“Are you going to lay there and watch me all morning?” Her quiet voice is thick with sleep as she cracks one eye to look at me. I can’t help but smile at her. She’s been doing that to me lately, drawing out more and more smiles and laughs. I can’t remember the last time I’ve genuinely felt happy like this.
“No,” I reply as I roll over and pin her face down underneath me. I drag her hands up above her head as she pushes her sweet ass into my hips. “Now that you’re awake I’m going to fuck you until you’re exhausted and you fall back asleep. Then I’ll watch you this afternoon until you wake up and we do it all over again.” I nip at her shoulder as a tired laugh escapes her. She writhes beneath me in desire and all I want to do is fill her tight pussy up.
My hard cock pushes against her as I hold her in place and slide my hand to the front of her naked body, snaking it down between her legs and feeling her slick heat. “God, so fucking wet,” I groan, and she moans in response as I fist my aching cock to slip inside of her from behind. Since Luna and I are officially together—and because we absolutely couldn’t get enough of each other—Luna informed me that she’s been on birth control for the last ten years. Truthfully, I didn’t care if she was or not, because I know without a doubt that she is it for me. It’s going to be us from here on out. And I plan on making her a mother at some point in our long lives. But that’ll come when she wants, and I’m not ready to share my time with her yet.
Just as I’m about to take her sweet body, we tense as the front door to the house flies open and swings shut on a loud slam. I pause for a moment, my mind instantly racing with possibilities of who would just walk in. Logically, it’s Nathanial and Stella. But after everything that has happened, I’ve been on edge.
I quickly pull away from Luna and tug the blankets up to cover her naked form. She sighs in frustration as she rolls over and I hurry to the door of our room as I yank a pair of pants up my legs.
“All right, stop screwing and get down here. We have a lot of shit to get done today.” Nathanial’s voice booms from the bottom floor and I pound my fist against the door in annoyance.
“Mother fucker,” I growl as I pull it open and ste
p out onto the landing. “I should kill you for what you just interrupted.” I glance back at Luna and find her smiling as she watches from our bed.
Our bed.
Her hair is mussed, and her skin is flushed in arousal. One leg is propped up over the blankets while she clings the thin fabric up to barely cover her chest. One of her rosy nipples peeks out from behind the sheet and fuck, I just want to pull it into my mouth and taste her sweet skin all over again.
“Get dressed, mo dheamhan beag. Before I come in there and decide we’re never leaving this room again.”
Luna laughs as she climbs out of bed, gloriously naked and begins getting dressed. I leave her to it as I move down the staircase and meet Nathanial at the bottom.
“Stella here yet?” I ask as I move past my brother and into the kitchen. I put on a pot of coffee, pulling down four mugs from my cabinet as we wait for the girls to join us.
“I don’t know. I’m not her fucking keeper,” he snaps, and I twist my head back in confusion.
“What the hell? What’s your problem today?” I ask, ignoring his comment and pressing him for answers.
“Fuck. I don’t know. I’ve been on edge lately. Like there’s this constant itch under my skin that I can’t reach. And Stella annoys the hell out of me, she makes it worse,” he answers as he slides into a chair and takes a mug for himself.
“Are you sure the itch isn’t Stella herself?” I ask tentatively. They have an odd interaction, the two of them.
“I’m fucking sure. I just haven’t been sleeping well, and we have a lot to discuss at the Capital. We need to decide if you and Luna are coming out as Fated. And if that’s the case, if you both will step in and take the throne.”
He’s right. It’s a thought that’s been nagging at the back of mind since I met Luna and the possibility of her being my Fated presented itself. Initially I didn’t want anyone to know about her. I wanted to keep her safe and hidden from our kind. But clearly, that did nothing except make things worse, and I know Luna will want to share her input on this as well. Before I can answer him, however, Stella’s voice sounds from the front door.
“Please tell me we have coffee,” she shouts as she slowly makes her way into the kitchen. Her hair is a mess, wild and pulled into a feral bun on top of her head. Her white skin is looking even paler today, with purple bags settled under her eyes.
I don’t miss the way her and Nathanial’s eyes meet for a brief moment before both of them ignore each other and she ambles her way to the coffee pot. She takes a mug from me without a word and pours it herself before taking a seat on the opposite side of Nathanial.
“What happened to you?” I ask Stella before lifting my eyes as Luna enters the room.
“Can’t sleep,” is all she offers in response, but my attention is fully focused on my Fated now. Through our blood bond I can feel the energy of apprehension moving through her. She’s worried about her sister and confused by what’s happening to her. I’ll need to talk to her about what I think could possibly be going on.
Luna stops next to Stella and presses a soft kiss to her hair before walking over to stand in front of me. She leans back into my chest and I rest a hand possessively on her hip as the four us settle into the morning.
“So, we’re going to the Capital. We’ll show you guys around and we have a space there where we can discuss everything. We have a lot of possibilities we need to nail down, decide where we are going from here, whether Luna and I are going to reveal ourselves as a Fated, and a few other things.” I lay it out, hoping we can go and get this over with quickly. I’m eager to get Luna back home where I can continue laying out every other term in a very different form of nailing things down.
Stella rubs her eyes as she groans in exhaustion. “Fine. But my boyfriend has been bugging me to meet you all. He thinks we’ve been together long enough to meet each other’s families. Can we do something tonight? Go out somewhere for dinner?”
“Tonight? Can’t he wait a week or something? I think we’re all a little exhausted,” Luna offers. She’s reading my mind, or the bond because going out and meeting Stella’s boyfriend is the last thing I want to do.
“Believe me, I don’t want to do it either. But he’s been fucking nagging me, and if everything goes poorly, I can break up with him afterwards. Please, give me a great reason to break up with the poor guy.” Stella lifts her doe eyes towards Luna, silently begging her to agree. Nathanial seems tense as he silently glowers in his own chair, and I’ll put up with anything as long as I know I’ll have Luna at my side.
“Fine. But just have him come here, I don’t want to go out tonight.” Luna pauses, and I know without her saying the words, she’s thinking about mentioning Stella moving in now. “Speaking of, why don’t you just stay here tonight?” she adds coyly.
“Sure, that sounds like a good idea. Maybe I’ll sleep better being closer to you guys. I always worry while I’m away.”
“Well if that’s the case. Why don’t you just move in?” Luna says it like it’s a casual question, but Stella’s head shoots up and her eyes widen between us.
“You’re kidding right? Staying the night is one thing. Moving in is something completely different.” Stella’s voice is tense, unease dripping from her tone at the idea. I can’t understand why she would be so worried about it, but I notice the way she glances at Nathanial for a split second, as if she’s looking for his opinion.
“Shitty idea, honestly,” he offers and her face pinks up in irritation.
“What the hell does that mean?” Stella turns to face him, defiance spreading across her features.
“Wait. Christ, you two are ridiculous,” Luna interrupts them. “First of all Stella, I’m serious. We’ve already talked about it. Honestly, with everything that’s happened to me and the fact that you have both Demon and Angel blood as well makes me feel like we should be together. You live alone, in the tiny apartment, go to work alone, you only see your boyfriend outside of us. Who none of us know. We’ll meet him tonight and you can move in here. Maybe get some better sleep? Then we’ll go from there.” Luna lays it all out for her, and I watch the wheels turn in Stella’s mind. She’s processing things, considering her options while she chews on the inside of her cheek.
“Fuck,” she says finally. “I guess we’ll try it out. But—” she pauses, dropping her eyes as she decides what to say, “—I’ve been having these dreams. Nightmares really. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night. I just want you to know ahead of time. Just in case.” She speaks quietly, clearly not wanting to admit that to us. But Luna is quickly crouched in front of her and holding her hands.
“I’m always here, Stells. No matter what, we’ll figure it out together.” The girls embrace each other, and I watch as Nathanial visibly tenses in his seat. Curiosity and worry line his features as he watches the two of them and I can’t help but wonder if he’s thinking the same thing I have been about her.
“All right, enough with the sentiments. Let’s go get this over with so we can get home and drink.” Stella stands up as Luna steps back and the two girls turn and walk out of the kitchen, their arms wrapped around each other’s waists while Nathanial and I follow them.
“Holy shit this is beautiful,” I mumble under my breath. Elijah leans in to whisper against my ear while his arm snakes around my waist tightly.
“I don’t think you’re supposed to curse inside of a church, mo dheamhan.” He plays, a quiet smirk tugging at his lips as he speaks.
“I don’t think Fallen Angels or Demons are supposed to be in churches either,” I whisper back as I move deeper into his warmth and he laughs quietly in my ear.
The church is massive, long and narrow with towering ceilings that drip with gothic designs. Angels and Demons, saints and sinners are all hand carved into the white marble while every window is decorated beautifully with stained glass.
There are gold accents on each pew, and the head of church holds a stunningly beautiful organ in the center.
There are smaller carved terraces towards the front, where the priest or speakers can stand and address the congregation.
I can almost feel the tangible history in the cathedral. The walls themselves declare their beauty and importance. There are several people walking about, either admiring the delicately carved details, or kneeling in prayer towards the front of the church. Everyone glances our way in admiration of Nathanial and Elijah. Which I can hardly blame them for, the two men that stand with Stella and I are just as stunning as the building we stand in.
Only they’re slightly more intimidating and demand more attention even though they never ask for it. I silently claim Elijah for myself as I slide my hand into his, interlacing our fingers as he leads us to a small door at the front of the sanctuary.
He opens the narrow entrance, allowing Stella and I to enter in front of him before Nathanial quietly shuts it and the boys follow behind us.
“Up ahead, take your first left. We’ll pass a few rooms before we get to our office,” Elijah instructs as we keep moving down the dark hallway. It’s just as beautiful as the main floor of the church, but this passageway seems much less used and not as easily accessible. As we take the left and begin passing rooms, I glance inside them to see a few people in each. Immediately, I know they’re Angels. Each of them incredibly beautiful in a different way than the average human. The men are larger and more masculine, with a strong beauty that radiates through the space.
The women are healthy and powerful, their skin glows with a peaceful positivity that truly takes my breath away. We’re offered polite smiles and cautious waves, until they see Nathanial and Elijah and truly relax in our presence.
The brothers receive a dense respect that I’ve never witnessed before. Both Elijah and Nathanial are attached to the throne in some way. Elijah, because he’s denied the position thus far as ruler. And Nathanial, because he’s stepped in to take that place. Everyone nods or bows to them as they pass, and while both of the men are kind, they don’t offer words or greetings as we quickly make our way to our own space.