Angel Kissed (The Watchtower Sentinels Book 1)

by Jasmine Walt

  The look on the commander’s face when he’d beheld his unconscious wife on the floor had been priceless—a mix of stunned surprise, grief, and joy. The doctor had been amongst the rescue team, and once he’d revived the mother, she’d been overcome with happiness and relief to see her daughter safe. Arabella hadn’t left her side for a moment since then, and I couldn’t blame her. She was probably still sitting with her right now. It was a beautiful thing to see the lass finally reunited with her parents, after thinking they’d been dead for so long.

  A soft knock pulled me from my thoughts, and I glanced toward the door with a scowl. “Come in,” I called, sure it was going to be someone else with questions for me.

  The door opened, and I sat up in surprise as Arabella entered. “Lass,” I said as she shut the door behind her. “What are ye doing here?”

  “I’m here to finish what we started.” She approached the bed with sure, confident steps, her hips swinging in that mesmerizing way. My mouth went dry as she reached for the hem of her shirt—she’d washed and changed into fresh clothes, a skin-tight tank top that clung to her curves, along with a pair of black sweatpants that hung low on the tempting swell of her hips.

  “Wait.” I swung my legs over the side of the bed and settled my hands on those hips before she could pull the shirt up. “We should talk first.”

  “I’m not about to let you talk me out of this—” she began, then gasped when I yanked her flush against my body. I stifled a groan as her thighs pressed against my aching shaft, refusing to let my body rob me of this moment.

  “I have no plans to talk ye out of this,” I panted as need raced through my veins. “I just want to set something straight with ye, before ye think this is going to be a one-off.” Arabella’s brows bunched in confusion, but she said nothing. “Earlier, when I told ye that I couldn’t lie with ye… it had nothing to do with my feelings for ye, lass. I wanted ye more than I’ve ever wanted a woman in my life, and I still do. But Gaia has some funny rules about how she doles out visions to people, and she doesn’t like to show Druids the futures of the ones they love. I dinnae ken if it’s because our feelings cloud the sight, or if she doesna trust us to use the information wisely, but she has her reasons. And so long as Lucas was alive, I couldna risk closing that door forever.”

  “And now?” Arabella breathed, her hands on my bare shoulders. “Lucas is dead.”

  “Damn right he is,” I growled, digging my fingers into her arse. “And ye are mine.”

  I crushed my lips against her and reveled in the sweet moan that echoed in her throat. With nothing left to hold me back, I fully gave in to the hunger that had been steadily growing since the day I’d laid eyes on her. It was a monstrous thing now, ravenous and aching, riding me hard, urging me to rip her clothes off and plunge myself right into her warm, willing body.

  But that wasn’t the way to take the woman you loved, not the first time, anyway. So I forced myself to slow down, to savor each kiss, each touch. Those warm, slender hands felt like heaven as they slid down my bare chest, nails dragging across my skin and sending shocks of pleasure through me as she explored my muscles. In turn, I pushed the waistband of her trousers down and dug my fingers into the sweet curves of her ass. Shock hit me as I realized she wore no knickers beneath those trousers, and I grinned devilishly.

  “What—” Arabella began as I laid back against the bed, pulling her with me.

  “Quiet,” I ordered, tugging her trousers down to her knees. My hands trembled a little as I grabbed her hips and pulled her up to my face, desperate for a taste. Her folds were dripping wet, the insides of her thighs coated with moisture, and goddess alive, she was shaved, her pink petals bared to my gaze.

  Perfect. So fucking perfect. Unable to wait any longer, I buried my face between her thighs so I could lick and suck at those perfect folds. And smiled when she clamped her thighs around my head and screamed my name.

  29

  Arabella

  Oh. My. God.

  Those were the words that repeated through my head, over and over, like a lust-drenched mantra, as Brodie pleasured me, driving me wild with his wickedly talented tongue and teeth. I couldn’t believe the sensations that ran through me as he licked and sucked at my folds, and when he gently flicked my clit with his tongue, stars exploded in my eyes.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned, grinding my hips against his mouth as the pleasure built deep inside me. He pushed me a little higher with each flick, each nip, until my body was trembling, and my fingers were twined so tightly into his curls I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to extricate them again. And I didn’t want to. I didn’t care. All I cared about was his mouth on my pussy, his hands on my ass, his day-old stubble scraping the insides of my thighs as he drove me wild with his tongue. I came once, twice, three times, more, until I was begging, but I didn’t know if I was begging him to stop, or begging him not to stop, or—

  “Brodie,” I screamed when he slid two fingers inside me and pressed against my g-spot. The orgasm ripped through me, even better than the last, leaving me breathless and trembling. My entire body was vibrating from the release, my skin slick with sweat. But it wasn’t over.

  “My turn,” I insisted, pushing his hands away. I turned around so that I was facing his feet, my damp thighs straddling his torso, then undid his belt buckle. Licking my lips in anticipation, I pushed down the waistband of his boxer briefs. His length sprang free, thick and hard and ready, into my waiting palm. I closed my fist around it, and my eyes widened when my fingertips didn’t quite touch. He was huge, at least nine inches of pulsing, velvet-wrapped steel. Utter magnificence.

  Wanting to savor this, I started with slow strokes, up and down, sliding my thumb over the underside of the head as I went. Brodie’s fingers dug into my flanks as he murmured encouragement, hips rocking in time to my rhythm. His abdominal muscles flexed beneath me, sending a little thrill through me—I loved the feel of his big, hard body under mine, a vessel of barely leashed power vibrating beneath me. Wanting more of him, I leaned down, then took him into my mouth.

  “Lass!” Brodie shouted, louder than I’d ever heard him. His fingers tightened with bruising force as his hips jerked, driving him even further into my mouth. I opened wider to accommodate him, then took him hard and fast, bracing my hands on the bed. His groans of pleasure filled me with a fierce sense of satisfaction, and I urged him toward the edge, until that big body was trembling with the effort of holding back.

  “Enough,” he finally growled, tugging me away. I gasped in surprise when he sat up and pulled my back flush against his chest. “That mouth of yours is driving me insane, woman.”

  “I thought that was the point?” I teased, then moaned when he took my breasts into his hands and began playing with my nipples. He rolled the sensitive buds between his fingers, sending sparks of pleasure shooting straight to my core.

  “Aye, but I want to come inside ye,” he rumbled, lips brushing my ear. I shivered with pleasure as he traced the shell of my ear with his tongue, then bit down on the lobe. He released my right breast, then positioned his shaft so that it was flush against my entrance. Another bolt of pleasure hit me as he slid his shaft along my folds, teasing my clit, and I rocked my hips forward, grinding myself against his shaft.

  “Och, lass,” Brodie hissed. “Yer the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Those big hands grabbed my waist, lifting me up, then impaled me slowly. We both moaned as he slid deep inside me, to the hilt, stretching me farther than I’d ever been stretched before. The sensation was one of indescribable perfection, the knife’s edge of pleasure and pain, and I wanted more.

  “That’s it, lass,” he growled as I began rocking myself on top of him. “Ride.” His grip on my waist tightened, and he began using those powerful arms to lift me up and down. My thighs trembled as I pressed my feet into the mattress, meeting him thrust for thrust, our lovemaking growing frenzied as we pushed ourselves higher and higher, to that elusive climax. His mouth was hot on my ne
ck, his teeth a sharp bite just above my collarbone, and he felt so, so fucking good—

  “Oh God,” I cried as the orgasm unexpectedly hit me. It was a tsunami, a tidal wave of sensation slamming into me, taking me over the edge, then up, up, up, farther than I’d ever gone before. My nails dug into the mattress as I screamed Brodie’s name, and over the din of my own cries, I heard him shouting out in release as my inner walls clenched around him.

  We both collapsed to the bed, breathing hard, still lost in the waves of sensation pounding through us. Brodie rolled to his side, wrapping his arms around me, and tucked me in against his chest. I let out a sigh of utter contentment, then snuggled in against him, happy to be the little spoon.

  “That was incredible,” he said, nuzzling my neck. He stroked a hand down my belly, sending a pleasant warmth through me. “Yer incredible, lass.”

  “You’re not so bad yourself.” I smiled, then said, “So, what you meant earlier about me being yours… you know that goes both ways, right?”

  “I should hope so.” Brodie nipped my jaw, and I giggled. “I dinnae ken what’s to become of me, my future, with this angel brand and all, lass. But as long as yer in it, I can face anything else that Gaia, or any other deity, throws my way.”

  “Ditto.” I turned in his arms, then took his face in my hands and kissed him deeply. Whatever happened after this, Brodie and I would always have each other. I owed him everything—thanks to him, I was back amongst my kind, and he’d returned my parents to me, something I’d never dreamed possible. After being so lost and alone for so long, I felt like I was finally home. And as long as I had Brodie, I would never be lost again.

  THE END

  About the Author

  Jasmine Walt is obsessed with books, chocolate, and sharp objects. Somehow, those three things melded together in her head and transformed into a desire to write, usually fantastical stuff with a healthy dose of action and romance. Her characters are a little (okay, a lot) on the snarky side, and they swear, but they mean well. Even the villains sometimes.

  When Jasmine isn’t chained to her keyboard, you can find her practicing her triangle choke on the jujitsu mat, spending time with her family, or binge-watching superhero shows on Netflix.

  Want to connect with Jasmine? You can find her on Twitter at @jasmine_writes, on Facebook, or at www.jasminewalt.com.

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  The Shadows of Salem Series

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  Shadow Hunted—Coming Soon!