Toxic

by Eve Langlais

  “Oh, yes you can,” he informed me. He caught my hands when they would have pushed him off. He trapped them over my head and even as I struggled, I couldn’t break free. When his head dipped so his mouth could capture a nipple in his mouth, I stopped trying to buck him off. He re-ignited my desire with his mouth all the while pumping my still quivering sex with his cock. His lips sucked at my puckered bud, drawing it into his mouth which sent a jolt straight down to my cleft.

  I longed to clasp his head to me, but he held me prisoner. I would have thought being trapped would have made me mad or panicked. Instead, his show of dominance excited me.

  His mouth toyed with breasts, one after the other until my head thrashed. Like a signal, he suddenly stopped his torture, and even worse, removed his cock.

  I opened my eyes to protest, but using that incredible strength of his before I could say anything, I found myself lying on my stomach. Then my knees.

  He pulled my ass up and his thigh nudged my knees apart. Understanding what he was getting at, I braced myself on my forearms to get in a proper hands and knees position only to have a firm hand between my should blades push me back down so my backside remained in the air while my upper torso was flat to the mattress.

  It occurred to me to get annoyed at his man handling of me, and wonder where the hell this alpha persona came from, but he thrust into me, and well, given it felt good, I decided to nag him about it later.

  Then I decided to not nag him at all for along with his steady pumping of me, his fingers found my sensitized clit and stroked it. Intense pleasure shot through me and I found myself slamming my ass backwards in time to his thrusts, each bounce seating him deep inside.

  My sexual experiences until now had consisted of a quickie where I came then left-or ate, depending on my mood. So when I felt the coiling of a second orgasm, I was surprised. I’d never imagined my body could go through that kind of tumult so quickly again. Especially considering how hard my first climax had shook me.

  He worked me faster, and while his one hand stroked my nub, his other reached forward and tweaked my nipple. That did it. My climax struck, a never-ending tremble of pleasure that rocked and rolled me. And still he plowed my channel, his rapid thrusts acting as an energy source to keep my pleasure coming-and coming some more.

  I went past screaming to moaning helplessly, too weak from bliss. I noticed when he finally achieved his own pleasure, just because he finally slowed his movements until he was still inside of me. His cock, though, buried inside my sex, quivered, which in turn made me tremble with aftershocks.

  We collapsed sideways on the bed, our limbs tangled, our bodies sticky and for me at least, more content than I’d ever been. And surprisingly enough, without even a nibble on his flesh.

  He cradled me in the warm cocoon of his arms. I’d never snuggled before and would decapitate the first person that made fun of me for enjoying it. The closeness of this act was even more bittersweet knowing that soon I’d never see him again. Even our fabulous love making wouldn’t change my stance. I wanted him safe and unfortunately, I was the furthest thing from that state as you could find.

  Rafe’s hands tenderly rubbed me, an intimate act I soaked up and would remember later when despair would inevitably hit. How I wished things could be different. That we’d met hundreds of years ago and had time to enjoy each other before the approaching cataclysm. A time to indulge in the affection I’d discovered for him and the pleasure he could show me.

  A chance to say, “I love you.” As soon as I heard the words spoken aloud, I slapped my hand over my run away mouth.

  In seconds, I found myself flat on my back-again-with Rafe over me, his hands pulling mine above my head. I blushed at the intense expression on his face and looked away.

  “Don’t hide.” Embarrassed, I ignored him. “Look at me,” he commanded in a soft tone.

  I swear the man had some sort of power over me-some kind of angel mojo-because I obeyed, turning my head back to face him. Once my eyes locked onto his, I couldn’t look away.

  His lips curved into a smile so sweet, it made me ache, especially knowing it was all for me, the evil hellion who was about to send him away whether he wanted to or not.

  “I love you.”

  I just couldn’t accept his words without a fight though. “But I’m a bloodsucking bitch.” I didn’t have the most flattering view of myself at times. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t ashamed, but being with Rafe made me look at myself and see what I took pride in as flaws in his eyes.

  “Yes, you are,” he stated gravely. “But diet and attitude aside, you’re also a very caring woman who has bravery in spades. I’ve never met anyone like you and I’d like to think I’m better for it.”

  Okay, like wow. What could I say in the face of the nicest thing anyone had ever said to me? My eyes filled with liquid-damned dust.

  “I don’t deserve you,” I said, my voice tremulous. Rafe brought out the human woman in me, emotions and all. If I didn’t love him so much, I’d kill him for making me what I perceived as weak.

  The door to my room banged open, hitting the stone wall and bouncing.

  But I’d already rolled out of bed to meet the visitors who’d saved me from the sappiest moment ever.

  Chapter Thirteen

  They barged into my bedroom, a half-dozen giant hunks with billowy, white wings. I admit, I should have probably done more than gape at them, but dressed in loin cloths that left the rest of their impressive physique bare, I’m ashamed to say their rippled muscles had a hypnotic effect.

  “Can I help you?” I asked in my best regal tone while trying to ignore the fact I stood stark naked beside my lover who also happened to be an angel. A quick glance sideways at Rafe confused me, for his expression didn’t appear surprised. On the contrary, he looked resigned. Don’t tell me he was expecting them?

  The tallest of them stepped forward, a dark haired giant who, while attractive, didn’t draw me like Rafe did. He spoke in a low baritone. “We’ve come for Raphael.”

  I frowned. “How did you get in here?” In other words, why had the guards let them by? And whose ass would I be chewing out later for allowing them to disturb me?

  They ignored me, which really pissed me off; however, my anger quickly turned into confusion as Rafe walked toward them, his back straight with his arms held out in front of him. It took me a moment to comprehend what was happening, the handcuffs the tall dark one pulled out of nowhere, though, cleared things up quickly. They snapped around Rafe’s wrists with a snick that made my stomach sink.

  “What are you doing?” I demanded.

  Rafe turned to face me with sad eyes. “They’ve come to arrest me and bring me back to stand trial.”

  “Trial for what?”

  The tall dark haired one snorted. “Consorting with evil, for starters.”

  Rafe shot the angel a dirty look. “She is not evil. You have no idea what you’re talking about, Michael.”

  My heart swelled even if the expression on my face remained neutral.

  “What about killing to defend her?” The giant named Michael crossed his arms over his wide chest and looked at Rafe coolly.

  “Daemons,” Rafe spat. “Remember them, the truly evil ones?”

  Michael’s lips tightened but he didn’t reply.

  I didn’t like the undercurrents in the room. “Rafe, what are they going to do to you?”

  My lover faced me and his gaze softened. “I’m sorry, Ellie. I thought we might have longer.”

  “You mean you knew they’d come for you?”

  He nodded his head.

  “But they’re taking you back to Heaven, right?” Heaven equaled safety for Rafe in my mind. I would have preferred a little more time with him before the separation, but at least this way, I wouldn’t have to break his heart by pushing him away.

  “He’s going home to face his punishment,” Michael said with a dark glee I recognized all too well.

  My heart froze as I imagined
all kinds of horrible punishments-with my history, some of the things I pictured were quite gruesome. And I mentally chastised myself for overreacting. His kind didn’t believe in death or violence. Except… I didn’t like the resigned look on Rafe’s face.

  I asked again, “Rafe, what are they going to do to you?”

  Rafe ducked his head and Michael chuckled. “What’s wrong? Afraid your whore will burst into tears when she finds out you’re slated for death?”

  Over my dead fucking body. Naked as the day I was born, but furious, I stalked toward the bastard who thought to kill my love. If death lay in Rafe’s future, then by damn, I’d keep him by my side to face the coming hordes instead of sending him to a senseless one meted out by cowards.

  “No.” Rafe’s head lifted and his eyes met mine, stopping me in my tracks.

  “But they’re going to kill you.” I really hated that my voice cracked with emotion, displaying my weakness to the group of angels I longed to tear apart with my bare hands.

  “And if you try and stop them, they’ll hurt you. I knew this would happen when I decided to help you. But I love you, Ellie, and even knowing my fate, I’d do it again.”

  “Stay with me. I can call the guards and we’ll take care of these bastards.”

  Rafe shook his head, his expression sad. “They’d just send more. I’m sorry, Ellie. I love you.”

  I read the good-bye in his eyes and I ran towards him, but the angels clumped together around him, and a warm breeze smelling of sunshine and flowers swept into the room along with a bright light that made me shut my eyes. When I blinked them open, they were gone.

  “No!” I screamed and railed, dropping to my knees on the cold stone floor. Forget the pain of my dying, this was so much worse.

  Lily arrived and exclaimed, “What happened?”

  “He’s gone,” I sobbed.

  “Who’s gone? Rafe? Where did he go?”

  “They took him. The fucking angels took him and they said they’re going to kill him for being with me.” I raised my tear streaked face to her and saw the sorrow in her eyes.

  “I’m sorry, Ellie.”

  “Don’t be sorry,” I said, pushing myself back up to my feet. “Help me save him.”

  Lily shook her head. “I wish I could, but Heaven is a place hidden from me. And even if I could find it, I need you here, fighting the daemons, or we’ll all die.”

  I wanted to scream at her that I didn’t fucking care about anyone else, but it would have been blatantly untrue. Much as I loved Rafe, I couldn’t forsake my kind to go haring off to save him. My tears ran anew at the knowledge he would die and I couldn’t do anything to stop it.

  I fell back to my knees, the pain too much to bear, and even Lily’s comforting arms and magic could do nothing to heal the wound where my heart used to reside.

  But vengeance and violence would.

  Heaven should have thought twice before waging war with me because once I was done kicking Hell’s ass, I would be coming for them, and I would show them no mercy. The Blood Countess would avenge her lover by feasting on the blood of his condemners.

  And I would enjoy it.

  Epilogue

  I missed Rafe horribly, and I’d woken a few times since his arrest to find my face damp with tears. A few days had passed without word or a sign from him or any other angels. I wanted to believe he lived, that he’d fought his captors and escaped. Perhaps he waited for a safe moment to rejoin me. A foolish fantasy, but it gave me a sliver of hope that I refused to extinguish, a ray of hope to use in the upcoming battle.

  The day of reckoning arrived sooner than I wanted and without much warning; although, its appearance was unmistakable. The sky went from a sunny blue to a roiling black. My BlackBerry began beeping like crazy as reports started rolling in to tell of portals opening up and spilling out daemonic armies. The good news was the Legion of Darkness hadn’t arrived in the numbers I expected, but that one bright spot of info wasn’t enough to stop the ensuing pandemonium among the bleating humans.

  I’d prepared for this moment, though, since Rafe’s abrupt departure, drinking and draining every stray daemon I found, their bitter blood potent, and imbued with surprising attributes. Forget shapeshifting into a big cat, I’d inherited some even cooler powers.

  I no longer feared the daemons-it would be like the hunter fearing the buck he takes down and eats. Rather, I perceived them as a time consuming nuisance standing in the way of me and my real target-Heaven. But while I bided my time and saved my brethren-along with our human sheep-I’d hone my deadly skills.

  I went outside and used my more powerful levitation skill-a daemonic perk-to float up to top of the castle ramparts and the highest pinnacle I could find. I surveyed the dark landscape around the castle and its grounds, the sun unable to break the barrier of dark that Hell had brought upon us. But even without that deadly ball of fire in the sky, the world was anything but cold with the furnace of Hades on its doorstep.

  It occurred to me to send a thank you note to the Legion of Darkness, for in banishing our sunlight, they’d freed me and my brethren to roam the earth no matter the time of day. Their first deadly mistake. Their second was pissing me off in the first place.

  I hoped my brethren and the world was ready for the coming battle. I’d warned everyone, even if there were those who pretended not to hear. I’d tried to prepare them, and now, ready or not, everyone would have to fight. The true battle for life was about to begin and whether a being was human, vampire or something in between, there were only two choices-fight or die. My original motto of fight or feed me was adapted by Lily so as to not frighten the humans, but in my mind the intent still resided.

  Standing on the castle turret with the wind blowing the stench of brimstone in my face-Hell’s own fragrance-I barred my teeth and shook my fist.

  “Bring it on.”

  I am the Blood Countess, and by the time I am done wreaking devastation, all will know my name and, even better, fear it.

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  In the land of eternal sunshine

  Rafe stared up through the bars of his prison still alive by a quirk of fate that saw his execution delayed for the moment. As long as he lived, there was still hope and a chance to escape. And when the moment presented itself, he’d take it and rejoin Ellie, his mesmerizing dark mistress. My love.

  He sensed it when Hades returned to their dimension, the planets aligning for the first time in millennia. All of Heaven felt it-and trembled.

  Rafe closed his eyes and thought of Ellie.

  Wherever you are, my love, fight hard, stay safe and know that I love you.

  It killed him to sit here in a cell while she fought to stay alive, and even more altruistically fought to save the world. He should have been by her side, protecting and aiding her. Instead, he’d become a victim to the Heavenly politics he hated so much.

  A clicking sound preceded the door to his prison swinging open, startling Rafe from his inner musings. He stared in shock at the people framed in the doorway.

  Salvation had arrived.

  Rafe grinned and then laughed at this unexpected twist of fate.

  I’m coming back, Ellie, and I hope you don’t mind, but I’m bringing a couple of friends.

  About the Author

  Eve Langlais, who is in her mid thirties, has been married 11 years to a wonderful man who gave her three beautiful, but distracting children aged ten, seven and four. A military brat, she was born in British Columbia but ended up living all across Canada. She now resides with her family, that also includes two cats and a guinea pig, in the historic town of Bowmanville, Ontario. If you want to get to know her better visit her website at http://www.Evelanglais.com or friend her on FaceBook.

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