Unexpected Angel

by Evernight Publishing

  “Now. Now. Now.” She dragged him down on top of her and wrapped her legs around his flanks.

  “Fuck.” Amos speared her with his cock, sliding into her hot depths. Her pussy rippled around him as his shaft stretched her.

  She clung to him and savored the sensation of being joined with him in the most intimate way possible.

  Then he began to move.

  Chapter Nine

  He wanted to slow down. Wanted to savor the moment. But that would have to come later. Primitive instincts he hadn’t known existed were goading him to fuck Angelina, to mark her so no other man would as much as look at her.

  The hell with Vaden and others like him. No one was touching Angelina but him. He couldn’t explain what was driving him, why he felt this way. It simply was. For a man who valued order and logic, he was shaken to his core by the depth of his need for this woman. He also accepted it. If he let her go, he’d regret it for the rest of his days.

  Wasn’t happening. She belonged with him. It was up to him to convince her of that.

  Right now, his dick was buried so deep in her pussy he never wanted to leave. But the growing need to thrust drove him to pull back and then plunge in again. Fuck, nothing had ever felt as good as her hot channel closing around his dick, squeezing it hard each time he pushed into her.

  She ran her hands down the furrow of his spine and cupped his ass. “Harder.” The word tapered off on a long moan as he drove deeper. He had to get deeper, closer.

  Her hot breath feathered over his chest. He leaned down so her nipples dragged over his skin with each thrust. His balls drew up hard against his body.

  Christ, he was going to lose it.

  He’d barely finished the thought when his release shot through his dick and poured into her. He kept thrusting, wanting to wring every last drop of pleasure out of his orgasm.

  Amos heard her cry out, and then her pussy rippled around his cock. Shit. He was coming again, or maybe he was still coming. He collapsed face down on the bed, totally spent. Angelina wrapped her arms and legs around him, cradling him. He released the stress of the past few hours and simply rested against her.

  When she began to squirm, he managed to lift his head from the pillow. “Bathroom.” Her cheeks turned a glorious shade of pink when she said that one word.

  Amos rolled off her and watched as she scooted out of bed and hurried into the adjoining room. Her back was delicate, and her ass was perfectly rounded. His mouth watered.

  He turned onto his side and propped his head on his hand so he could watch the door. Long minutes passed. He was starting to get concerned when the door opened, and she hovered in the doorway. Her arms were crossed over her chest, and she looked uncertain.

  He patted the bed next to him. “Come here.”

  Her chin went up, and she strode back to the bed. Gone was any sign of hesitancy. She really was remarkable. She faced the world undaunted and proud.

  She slid onto the mattress next to him and pulled the covers over herself. He trailed his fingers over her cheek. “Sorry that was so fast.” He’d never been so driven to fuck a woman before.

  A smile hovered on the edges of her lips. “I didn’t mind.”

  She hadn’t, had she? She’d been right there with him, just as out of control, and she’d come just after he had. And he was glad he hadn’t mucked that up. He hadn’t exactly been the most considerate of lovers.

  “Now that the edge is off, it’s time to do it right.”

  Her eyes widened. He loved their violet-blue color. Like the rest of her, they were unique. He gathered her long hair in his hand and smoothed it over the pillow above her head.

  “Do what right?” she asked.

  “This time I’m going to make love to you properly. I’m going to touch you and kiss you until you’re ready for me to fuck you again.”

  ****

  Angelina almost told him she was more than ready. Her pussy seemed to pulse harder with each word he spoke. Amos fascinated her. They’d just had sex, but he wanted to do it again. She glanced at his naked body and wondered if it were possible for a man to recover that quickly. His cock was semi-erect and rested against his thigh, but the longer she stared the more erect it became.

  “You have that effect on me,” he told her.

  He pushed back the covers and kicked them to the end of the bed with his robotic foot. Strangely enough, it was the first time she was aware of it since he’d taken her to bed. The metal limb was such a part of him she hadn’t noticed it. Or maybe it was because his personality was so overwhelming. When he was touching her there was no room for anything else to intrude.

  She knew she had to make some decisions about her future, but right now, she was content simply to be with Amos. For the first time in her life, she was taking what she wanted. Not because someone else decreed it, not because she was running for her life, but only because she desired him.

  “Lie on your stomach.”

  His request surprised her. Then she almost chuckled. It was more order than request, but unlike her uncle, she knew she could refuse Amos and he wouldn’t be angry with her or punish her for disobeying.

  Angelina rolled onto her stomach, curious to see what he would do next. His big hands settled on her shoulders and began to massage the knots of tension from her neck and upper back.

  She groaned when his thumbs dug into a particularly stubborn spot. “Am I hurting you?” he asked.

  “Don’t stop.” Her voice was muffled in the pillow, but he obviously heard her because he kept going. He swept his strong hands up and down her spine. His fingers were warm and slightly rough, callused from the manual labor he performed on the ship. She shivered when his hands slipped lower and cupped her behind.

  “I love your ass,” he told her. She knew she was blushing and was glad her face was hidden from view. She wasn’t sure how to respond to his compliment, so she said nothing.

  She almost shot off the bed when his lips brushed the curve of her butt. Then he nibbled on the right cheek. It was getting a heck of a lot harder for her to breathe. He stroked her upper thighs but kept coming back to caress her behind. When his fingers delved between her thighs to stroke her pussy, she bucked off the bed and moaned.

  His laugh was low and filled with pleasure. “Like that, do you?”

  She bit the corner of the pillow and refused to answer. The man was going to have a swelled head as it was, and not the head between his legs. She laughed at her own pun and then moaned again when he patted her ass.

  “Turn over.”

  She wanted to keep her head buried in the pillow, but the need to see what he’d do next was more powerful. She rolled onto her back. Amos knelt next to her, his powerful body glimmering in the artificial light.

  Her breasts disappeared beneath his big hands. He cupped the mounds and squeezed gently. She moved her legs restlessly against the sheets. She was hot and needy. “Amos.” When she reached for him, he caught her hands in his and raised them over her head.

  “Not this time,” he told her. “This time I’m going to touch every inch of you before I take you.”

  She’d thought she was hot before, but after the treatment of her back she had some idea of what she was in for.

  “Keep your hands up here,” he instructed. He left them on the pillow above her head, and she linked her fingers together so she wouldn’t reach for him.

  He smiled at her then, and it made his rugged face look much younger. He cupped her breasts again, holding them so her nipples were bared to him. Both tips were red and distended. He leaned down, his mouth poised just above one hard nub. When he hovered there, she whimpered and arched up.

  He made a sound in his throat that was almost a growl. Then he licked the tight bud, dragging his tongue over it before circling the areola. Her entire body, even her scalp, tingled. The urge to reach for him was almost overwhelming.

  He moved to her other nipple and did the same thing. Angelina lost track of time as he shifted from one to
the other, using his tongue and teeth to tantalize. He sucked on the tip of one breast, holding it carefully in his mouth while he flicked the nub with his tongue.

  Heat enveloped her, sweeping through her like a meteor storm. Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, he released her breasts and ran his hands down her ribcage. He followed with his mouth, leaving a trail of hot kisses over her skin. He kissed and licked and nipped her waist and hips. He teased her navel and dragged his tongue over the creases in her upper thighs.

  When he settled between her legs, she thought she’d lose her mind.

  “What about you?” she managed to get out, though her lungs felt tight and her head was spinning.

  He raised his head and cocked it to one side. “What about me?”

  She lowered her hands and touched his head. “I want to touch you, too.”

  “Later,” he told her. He winked at her and then dragged his tongue over her labia. Her pelvis jerked upward, an involuntary motion driven by her undeniable need to be closer to him.

  Amos captured her clit and made a humming sound that vibrated through the tiny bundle of nerves. Stars exploded behind her eyes. She didn’t recognize the sounds coming from her. They were sobs and small cries of need. She tugged on his hair, wanting him closer, wanting him to stop. It was too much but wasn’t nearly enough.

  She was going to come. Could feel the familiar tightening in her pussy when he suddenly abandoned her and sat up. A cry of pure frustration escaped her. But he was already turning her onto her stomach. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her up onto her hands and knees.

  Her breath caught in her throat when he positioned himself between her thighs. His long fingers dipped into her folds and were instantly coated with her arousal. “You’re ready for me now.”

  “Yes.” She wanted him so badly. “Do it,” she ordered him.

  “Your wish is my command,” he assured her. Then he drove deep in one hard stroke. She would have slid forward on the mattress if he hadn’t held her hips. His balls swung forward and grazed her clit, wringing a moan from her.

  He ran his hands over her sides and around so he was cupping her breasts. His torso covered her back. He could easily overpower her, but one word from her and he’d stop.

  She’d never imagined sex could be so… She was at a loss for words. It was physically overwhelming, but emotionally and mentally as well. Elemental. They were no longer two separate people but joined in a way that touched her soul.

  “Everything okay?” He gently tweaked her nipples. His cock pulsed and swelled inside her pussy.

  “Better than okay.” She purposely squeezed her inner muscles around his shaft.

  He groaned and dropped his head down until his lips grazed her nape. “You’re a dangerous woman, Angelina.”

  That made her smile. She liked the idea of being dangerous and badass—like him.

  He pulled his hips back and then slammed them forward, driving all thought from her head. Heat and passion surrounded her.

  She bucked, pushing her butt against his pelvis. His cock filled her to overflowing before easing away, leaving her empty. Before she could complain, he slammed home again. His balls brushed her clit as their bodies slapped together time and time again.

  Angelina spread her thighs wider, wanting him deeper. He groaned and fucked her harder. His hard hands massaged her breasts and his fingers teased her nipples. She struggled to catch her breath. Her body was stretched like a wire on a sitar. Amos was the master musician, playing her perfectly. Her sighs and his groans joined the sounds of their lovemaking to create the raw rhythms of sex.

  She came hard, her pussy clamping down hard on his cock. He roared his release, the warmth of his semen flooding her slick channel. Floating. She was floating before she collapsed onto the mattress. He fell with her but managed to keep from crushing her.

  It was a long time before her heart stopped racing enough so she could hear more than the pounding in her ears and the gasping of her breath. She couldn’t move.

  Amos finally shifted and pulled away from her. They both groaned when he rolled off her and onto his back. He threw one heavily muscled arm over his eyes and lay there.

  “Are we dead?” she finally asked.

  “I don’t think so.” He lowered his arm and studied her. “You okay?”

  She nodded, her cheek making a scratching sound against the pillow. “Yes.” She was content to simply look at Amos. His hair was damp, and the lock of white was plastered against his forehead.

  She reached out and brushed it aside. “You all have the white lock.” It was an oddity, but it suited him. It suited all of them.

  “We do. Genetic quirk.” He gathered a hank of her hair and brought it to his face. “I’ve never seen hair like yours. It’s all white. Beautiful.”

  “Thank you.” She’d always felt odd about her hair, but coloring it wasn’t an option. Her uncle had liked that it was different. Now, seeing it from Amos’s perspective, she had a new appreciation for her unique coloring.

  He released her hair and ran his hand over her back before slipping out of bed. “Be right back.” He disappeared into the bathroom

  She sighed and sank into the mattress. While happy and exhausted, she couldn’t settle. There was still too much up in the air. She was still wondering what her next move should be when he returned to the bed with a damp cloth in hand and proceeded to clean her. Embarrassment flooded her when he stroked between her legs. When he deemed himself done, he tossed the cloth aside.

  “We didn’t discuss birth control.” His voice was totally level, giving her no idea what his thoughts were about that. He stood by the side of the bed, totally naked and at ease.

  “I’m safe,” she assured him. “I’ve been on birth control shots since I turned eighteen. My uncle wanted to assure himself that if anything happened to me there would be no unforeseen consequences.” She’d resented it at the time but was no glad for the precaution. “I’m good for another three months.”

  He gave her a curt nod, again giving her no idea what he was thinking. Although she couldn’t imagine he’d want a child, not with the lifestyle he and his brothers lived.

  “You’re traders, you and your brothers?” She knew so little about him, really. Yes, she knew he was honorable, loyal, and kind. He was hot as hell, and he’d put his life on the line for her. So while she may not know the nitty-gritty about him, she knew what kind of man he was.

  ****

  It was time to share his past with Angelina. She needed more from him than sex if he was going to convince her to stay. He climbed into bed, leaned against the headboard, and studied her. She sat and pulled her legs to her chest, circling her arms around them. The covers were wrapped around her, hiding her body from view. It was just as well or he’d be tempted to fuck her again. He shouldn’t be able to get hard after coming twice, but Angelina inspired him.

  “Yeah, we’re traders. We’re mercenaries, too. The Marks Mercenaries they call us.”

  She swallowed hard. “You kill for money.”

  He shook his head. “We only take jobs we think are righteous.” He didn’t want her to see him or his brothers as paid assassins. “We rescued a businessman’s daughter from the competition who thought to use her as a pawn. We’ve cleared space pirates out of the trading passages for certain planets.”

  They’d done a hell of a lot more. It was dangerous, deadly and brutal work that took both an emotional and physical toll, but there was no denying they were good at it. “Whenever we can, we pick up cargo. We travel extensively, and that allows us to make money as we go.” They were also gaining a reputation for fast, safe transport. “We seldom take passengers but have on the rare occasion.”

  “Why? How did you come to live this life?” She leaned forward and rested her chin on her knees. “You said you were hurt in a mining accident.”

  He absently rubbed the stub where his missing pinky finger should be. “Yeah. It was ten years ago.” He sig
hed. “I should start from the beginning.”

  She nodded and waited. He could sense her anticipation.

  “We grew up in the colony on Quaros. It’s a small mining planet, a desolate place.”

  “I know where it is.” Her quiet reply reminded him that she had an extensive education in the business and politics of the Alliance galaxies. She probably knew as much or more about them as he did.

  “We all worked the mines. My father and brothers and me. My mother and Abigail gardened and did what they could to make ends meet.” Those were hard times but good ones because they’d all been together.

  “I worked the mine but started tinkering with machinery when I was young. As I got older, the mine owners utilized me more repairing their old machinery. I didn’t mind. It got me out of the mine, and if my brothers were going to be down there, I wanted them to have the best equipment they could get.”

  He sighed and raked his fingers through his hair. It was difficult reliving these memories. He’d buried them for years. “Our parents died from a viral outbreak. An unknown disease brought by some men on a deep-space vessel. After that, it was the five of us—Flynn, Garth, Kal, Abigail, and me.”

  “How old were you?” Her eyes were dark with sympathy. Normally, he hated anyone’s pity, but he knew with her it was genuine understanding. She knew what it was like to lose her parents.

  “Not old enough,” he told her. “Flynn was an adult, and he kept things together. We got by.” They’d never really been young. It was impossible on a hard planet like Quaros. They’d been doing adult jobs by the time they were in their early teens.

  He wanted to get the story over and done. “Ten years ago, there was an explosion in the mine. When the dust settled, they realized it was sabotage.”

  “Someone deliberately set a bomb?” He could hear her outrage.

  “Yeah. We were all injured. Kal was the least hurt. He was the first to discover that Abigail was missing.” He rubbed his chest. He could still remember the moment when his brother had stood by his bedside and told him their sister couldn’t be found.