by Azure Boone
"Welllll yes, I think so."
"You're very beautiful." He clenched his eyes. "I'm…sorry, that wasn't supposed to come out."
"It's…fine, I don't mind."
He looked at her and his gaze went immediately to the slight smile on her lips. "Very beautiful," he whispered.
She grinned out-right and he wondered over it. "I like you much better this way."
"What way? Was I different?" He looked around. "I don't remember stuff."
"What kind of stuff?" she asked.
He met her gaze, distracted with the flecks of gold in her dark hazel eyes. "Like where I am for one."
"Do you…remember my name?"
"Sally," he said, without thinking. No problem with that, at least.
She smiled, seeming to like that. "Very good. And your name?"
His raised his brows in surprise when he drew a blank. "That cannot be a good sign. I'm thinking I should know that." He reached and touched her face, mostly to see if the skin was as soft as it looked. "But…I know you. I remember…"
Her lips parted suddenly. "You remember…what?"
He thought hard for a second then closed his eyes only to have them pop open when he got flashes of memory. "Oh wow," he said in shock, heat spearing his groin. He looked at her. "I…I tasted you and…you were…the best thing I'd ever tasted in the Universes." He blinked several times. "Universes?" He looked at her. "Why would I think there's more than one universe?"
"Ohhhh my goodness," she said, amazed. "You must've hit your head something serious." She reached up and stroked along his forehead as though looking. When her fingertips touched his skin, more heat shot through him and he caught her wrist.
"Why do I need to…"
She looked him in the eyes. "Need to what?"
He narrowed his gaze trying to find the right words, they all seemed so foreign to him. "I need to…" He stared at her mouth and realized what he needed. He leaned in to her and she held his shoulders, stopping him.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
But why did she ask? She clearly needed what he did. "I'm…tasting you."
"Why?"
Why? Was that a logical question to what he was doing? It didn't seem like it. But she clearly thought it was and he was supposed to know the answer. "Because…" Hmmm. Why? He stared at her lips, seeing the answer. The only thing he came up with was, "I like it."
She licked her lips. "What do you like?"
Was she playing dumb? He searched her gaze and found her innocent. "The taste of you. I like it. And I want it. Which…seems and feels as natural as breathing but judging by the look on your face, I'd wager it's not?"
She actually burst out laughing before biting her lower lip.
"I like when you do that," he said, watching her. He leaned in to taste her and remembered maybe he wasn't supposed to, and paused. It occurred to him to ask. "May I?" It occurred to him to beg. "Please?"
She seemed to contemplate only briefly before nodding.
He leaned in and paused again just before his lips touched. "Do you know my name?"
"Yes," she whispered.
He slid his fingers along her hair. There was something else on her that soft. "Tell me."
She stroked her fingers along his cheek and jaw, leaning in till her lips pressed softly on his. He remained still, closing his eyes and letting her. She placed soft kisses along his mouth and he parted his lips, tasting.
"What's my name?" he asked, slipping his other hand behind her neck. With a gentle pull, he meshed her lips to his.
She moaned as he pushed her soft lips open with his and slid his tongue into her mouth. "Dorn," she gasped.
A jolt of power blasted through Dorn and he flew back and away from the female. His female. It all came back with instant clarity. He braced against the wall, horrified with what was happening to him. He'd formed the triumvirate and his son Maxwell had taken the power and somehow he'd been disconnected. What a terror to be without his angelic powers and memory even briefly!
Then he remembered. Oh Heavens did he remember. Sally and…Holy Prophecies, he'd…tasted her. And he'd loved it.
He clenched his eyes as images came of her writhing on the floor beneath his…mouth!
"What is wrong with you?" She sounded exasperated.
"Having a bit of a…time. Just need a moment to collect my…powers."
"Did you get your memory back?"
"Yes," he said, keeping his eyes shut. He couldn't look at her without seeing…oh Father.
"What do you remember?" she asked hesitant.
Chapter Twenty Four
He opened his eyes and the second his gaze landed on her, he seemed to become hypnotized, his lids lowering, the blue in his aqua gaze darkening. Sally's pulse began to race. "I'm trying to remember…why marrying you was such…a bad idea."
The dreamy music singing through her veins abruptly ended with a rude record scratching sound. "Wait, what? You thought marrying me was a bad idea? When?"
"Before they…consummated."
Sally raised her brows suddenly very un-impressed. "I see. And now that you're thinking with your dick, it's all so clear."
The hypnotic look cleared instantly. "My what?"
She smirked and wagged her finger at his midsection. "Your dick, your penis, phallus, whatever the hell angels refer to it as." God and his was enormous. Sally bristled at the way her womb clenched with need.
He puzzled over her words. "I don't think it's possible to think with that organ."
She barked a little laugh. "Oh yes it is." She nodded and forgot to stop. "You have what is known as dick for brains. Looks like your humanity is kicking in nicely."
He stared at her briefly then burst out with laughter.
Sally was annoyed that the sound was amazingly deep and sexy. "You find that funny?"
His perfect brows raised. "Yes!" He seemed amazed that he did or amazed that it was. Maybe he'd never laughed before. He was certainly an uptight ass.
Well, Sally didn't find it funny. "You've got some balls, that's for damn sure."
His laughter disappeared. "I do." Like she'd inquired about them.
Annoying idiot. "I know you do."
"You do?"
"It's a damn metaphor!" She shook her head, amazed with his lack of insight. "None of it matters anyway. I don't want to marry you."
He frowned. "You don't? Why wouldn't you?"
Sally laughed. "That's a bubble buster, ain't it? You thought because you're so gorgeous and…" she fluttered her fingers before her eyes, "got those phenomenal eyes and stuff that I would just swoon." She gave a mock wilt.
"But…you did swoon earlier."
She jabbed a finger toward his face. "That was different. And you made me."
He stared at her with such a beautiful clear look. Damn breathtaking. "You think I'm gorgeous."
It was a statement of awe.
"Yes and I still don't want to marry you."
"But why?" Because that was just impossible. It was colored all over that question.
Sally was going to enjoy this. Nobody was going to make her get married, that was for sure. Bad idea to marry her, huh? She'd see about that. "Well you're kinda dumb for one."
"Dumb? I assure you I'm not."
"Maybe not academically on a…universal level, but on simple things you are."
"I can learn."
His eagerness to win her was a little off-putting. "It's not just that, you're rude too."
"Merely honest," he stated.
She snorted. "Same thing. See? Simple things you can't get. I can see we'd fight twenty-four seven."
"You're beautiful." His gaze narrowed. "I…realize that's not part of the subject, I just…spoke my thoughts. Demonstrating how rude I can be, I see."
Huh. "No, that would fall under dumb. Not knowing that saying that actually makes it all better."
"It does?"
"It could, but it doesn't with me."
"Why not?"
/> "I'm not like most women. Flattery doesn't work with me."
"I was merely stating the truth."
"Good one." She looked him over. "Plus you dress weird."
"How would you like me to dress?"
She remembered his immaculate body and swallowed.
"You like my body." He sounded amazed and pleased and she jerked her gaze to him. "Sorry, I didn't mean to hear your thoughts. But…I like them. And I like your body too."
He did?
"Yes, you have no idea how very much."
The sound in his voice made her heart race and her body heat up.
"You like that." He sounded amazed and curious and very excited.
Sally only swallowed, trying not to think so loudly and feel so...aroused.
"God, I can smell you again."
Heat burned her cheeks and she gasped.
"You smell so…delicious."
Oh hell.
"My words affect you." He angled his head and his gaze slid slowly over her body. "I want to taste you again." He looked at her. "Is that…rude?"
Oh Heaven help her. She could only shake her head, trying to remember what she was supposed to be thinking.
"Good. Come to me. I need to finish making you feel good."
Was he moving her legs? How was she walking? She didn't remember making the decision. When she stood before him his cloak and pants disappeared and Sally gasped, staring at the blue symbols on his torso that seemed to be glowing. She lowered her gaze over his flawless body the color of alabaster. She sucked in her breath at his enormous penis.
"You're afraid." He didn't like that. "I won't hurt you."
"Maybe not you but…your…" She met his gaze then clenched her eyes shut when she saw him smiling a little.
"I like the way you respond to me. I want to do things to you. I like the way you look when I'm tasting you. The way you sound. Makes me…" Low level growling filled the air. …"So hungry."
"Dorn," was all the gasp Sally could manage, feeling light-headed and weak-kneed.
He was suddenly holding her up, staring down into her face. He licked along her lower lip, that growl returning. "So good," he whispered. He barely bit where he just licked, his growl increasing with her whimpers. He filled his hands with her butt and squeezed softly, sliding his tongue between her lips. Then his hand slid to the front of the jeans she'd put back on while he was gone doing whatever, and he stroked right where her clit was.
"Oh God," she whimpered, grabbing hold of his shoulders. What was she supposed to be doing? Remembering? Wasn't she mad?
"Oh God?" Licking heat caressed both her nipples. "Yes," he whispered, clearly liking that expression. "Exafanízontai."
The second he muttered the strange word, Sally's clothes fell to the floor and Dorn lifted her naked body to his. With her feet no longer touching the floor, his enormous erection pressed into her stomach and his tongue stroked her mouth in a hot flame of sensation. His hand pressed on her butt and massaged with a slow hunger and Sally could only moan helplessly while clinging to his neck. She felt like a rag doll in the arms of a giant sex god and she was dripping with desire, she could feel it on her legs.
She suddenly had a bad case of vertigo and the next thing she knew she was on her back and Dorn was lying next to her, his large leg between hers, his fingers stroking her sex. "You're dripping with it."
She gasped and thrashed her head at how unbearably hot he made her right there. She pulled her legs back and opened them. "Yes, yes," she moaned.
His tongue flicked her nipple and she cried out. "I love your nipples." He nibbled the tip then sucked it. "Love the way they feel in my mouth. On my tongue. My lips. And the way you sound when I taste them."
All this while he drew the most maddening slow circles over her clit. She pumped her hips toward the pressure but he pulled back, keeping the touch perfect, which was clearly a tease.
He moved to nibbling at her lips. "I like to watch you want it." He pumped his erection against her hip then slid his finger over her slit. "Do you like this Sally?" He barely entered with his large finger and she bucked for it. "I know you do. I want to hear you say it." Sincere honesty.
"God, I love it, do it, please."
He drew her lower lip between his teeth with a growl and plunged his finger inside her. Sally gave a single helpless cry, straining into his hand. Her cries increased in volume when he wiggled his finger deep and unlocked a vault of liquid fire.
"You feel so soft here. Can I taste you again? Please?"
"Oh God yes."
"I love when you say God." He licked and nipped her lower lip, his finger sliding out and back onto her clit, making her mewl and moan. "This part makes you feel good." He flicked his finger over her clit. "I like to feel it with my tongue. I want to feel you break. You were so close last time. You're close now even."
"Yes, yes," she cried, weakly.
Delirious with pleasure, she vaguely noticed he'd made the descent down. All she knew was he had her in the same position, hands under her butt, his mouth buried in her privates and those beautiful eyes staring at her. It was the most glorious deja vu ever.
She gasped and watched him, then thrashed and returned to watching him. He growled low and long on her while holding her gaze and kissing her with the most perfect pressure and precision, his tongue everywhere all at once, sweet silk, then savage velvet.
She felt his finger working slowly inside her and she latched her fingers in his hair and gave in to the explosion, pumping her hips and crying out with moaning and squealing, all of it way too loud but Dorn didn't seem to think so. He increased his speed, his finger and his tongue like electrical arcs shooting pleasure throughout her body until she shuddered and bucked uncontrollably.
Her body pulled his finger deeper inside, all the sensations he created intensifying her need for more. In a few short moments, Dorn drove her to frantic desperation. Finally, unable to tolerate another second, she pushed against his head and shoulders. "Dorn, stop!"
He drew back immediately, worry shadowing his amazing eyes. "Have I done something incorrectly? Or injured you?" He sounded like he'd been running for a week.
Sally moaned and wriggled with the need to have him. "No, you didn't hurt me." She reached for his hand and he placed it in hers. "But I need you." She guided him over her until he poised between her legs, massive erection throbbing against her folds. "Inside me."
She lifted her hips to meet him, everything within her paused in anticipation.
Dorn moved his hips, letting his erection quickly drive her back to that desperate point. Sally held his solid hips and helped move him, enjoying the growl with every breath he took.
Chapter Twenty Five
Lucian woke from his mind blowing orgasm nap thinking about his brother. The one he'd left behind, abandoned. He needed to go see about him. What was he thinking? He hadn't been. That was the problem.
He gave Jessie a lingering kiss on the forehead then headed to find the bathroom. Judging by the place, he worried there might not be one inside. Then he'd find that Dorn angel and let him know he had to go check on his brother.
Yes, there was a bathroom. Hallelujah. Lucian blew a kiss to the saints. After relieving himself, he made his way to the door across the hall from theirs and knocked softly.
A deep growling resonated through the door and Lucian jumped. Had those things found them after all? The idea they could be right there on the other side of that door, feasting on Jessie's sister, hit him.
Dorn opened the door as quietly as possible and peered inside. Nothing looked out of place, but harsh breathing and moans came from someone out of sight at the other side of the room. Damn, he needed to ask Dorn for a weapon. Too late to worry about that now. He made his way stealthily, confused over the sounds he heard. Sounded…sexual.
Lucian immediately rounded the sofa and leapt backward. "Oh crap! Sorry!"
On the floor in front of the sofa, the archangel Dorn and Jessie's sister were gett
ing their honeymoon off to an early start. Apparently Sally had agreed to marry Dorn, though Lucian was a little surprised after what Jessie said about her sister.
Dorn finally accepted Lucian's apologies, though not happily. "What was it you needed?"
Lucian looked up into piercing aquamarine eyes, but before he could ask, Dorn shook his head.
"Absolutely not." The angel turned and dropped to the sofa, pulling Sally down close beside him and turned to her as if he considered the question settled.
Lucian frowned. "What?"
"Leaving here is out of the question, it's too dangerous. But I assure you, your brother is in the same condition as when you left him."
"How do you…" Lucian realized the stupidity of the question only to ask another stupid one. "Are you sure?"
"Positive."
Lucian went back to the bedroom and found his cell phone. A signal, what a surprise. He searched his phone book for the hospital number and hit send, going to the window and looking out. He'd feel a lot better once he got confirmation on what the angel said. God forgive him, but Dorn wasn't exactly thinking about Leo. Or anything else for that matter. He held through four minutes of automated message hell before a live person finally spoke. "St. Joseph's General, switchboard. How may I direct your call?"
"Yes, I'm calling to inquire about the status of Leo Dade. He's my brother." A keyboard chattered in the background.
"Your name?" Four more minutes of verifying his identity, he finally transferred to someone who could answer his questions.
The soft feminine voice on the line identified the speaker as Carol Mason, RN in the Neurology Department. Lucian gave his name yet again and asked how Leo was doing. "Oh. Mr. Constantin, we've tried to reach you. Can you come down to the hospital? I'd prefer not to discuss the case by phone."
What should he do? Dorn had been pretty clear about him not going anywhere. But this was his brother. And Leo needed him. The nightmare image of one of those monsters dragging Jessie away flashed through his mind. "I'm sorry, there's simply no way I can get there"
"Sir, I don't think you understand-"
"And you definitely don't understand. There is absolutely no way I can come to the hospital." Inspiration struck. "I was called back to Romania for an emergency. I can't get away for weeks, at least. So, can you please just tell me what updates there are concerning my brother's condition?" Hopefully his long dead grandmother would forgive him for what he was going to say. "I wish I could tell our grandmother that her prayers for happiness and prosperity have been answered. It would make her last few hours on Earth more peaceful."