by Siobhan Muir
“Sweet glory.”
Now I smirked. “Yeah, you did say that about my loving.”
“Shut up.”
“Perhaps I need to remind you. In case you’ve forgotten.” I reached out to help her stand. “I’d be happy to give you a refresher course right here and now.”
She eyed me with an air of curiosity and amusement. “I really did see wings at the museum, didn’t I?”
I nodded as I tugged her with me out of the clubhouse. “I daresay you did, though I’m not certain how. Most humans can’t see them at all unless I show them deliberately.”
“Maybe I’m just special.”
“Oh, there’s no question of that.” I tucked her against my side and brought her to my cabin. “I’m of a mind to show you just how special you are.”
She snorted as I let her inside but she paused in the entry and frowned. “Loki says I have to live here on site, according to the contract. Where will I stay?”
Rather than blurt out the first thing that came to mind, I squared my shoulders and took a deep breath. “I’m hopeful you will stay here, with me.”
She set her bag down next to the comfy chair and hung up her jacket in the closet before she met my gaze.
“I read a lot of angel and demon paranormal romance. In some of them the angelic or demonic main character often knows their one-and-only mate soon after they see them and it becomes a fated mate thing.”
I swallowed hard as she stated my own knowledge.
“Does it work that way with you?”
I nodded slowly. “Yes. Would you like some tea?”
She blinked at me then laughed as she strung the security chain on the door. “Yes, I’d like some tea. Tea makes everything better.”
“That’s right.”
She pulled off her shoes and set them beside the door as I put the kettle on to boil. “You know, I just realized I’ve been drinking more tea than coffee since I met you. Maybe you’re rubbing off on me. Or your grace is.”
“I’d like to rub a lot more than my grace on you.” Maybe the tea could wait. I moved back into the living room to gather her into my arms, but she held up a hand.
“I’m sure you could rub more than your grace on me, but I’m still trying to get my mind around you being the Archangel Michael. That isn’t something I can just take in stride.” She moved past me to the kitchenette to set out two mugs. “Tea and talk first, rubbing grace later.”
I sighed and tried to rein in my desperate need for her. To help things along, I zapped the kettle with a little extra boost so it would boil faster and soon she poured the water into the mugs. She handed me one as she returned to the living room and we both sat down on the loveseat.
“Okay, I’m trying to understand who you are. Everyone knows what an angel looks like and generally what they’re purported to do. The holy books are full of stories of, well, you and your...kind? Siblings? Friends?” She grimaced and sipped her tea a moment, gathering her thoughts. “I guess what it comes down to is why. Why are you here, why with a notorious and not particularly ‘good’ biker club, and why me?”
I could have answered flippantly, spinning a fun tale to get her to smile, but I recognized I could also lose her in an attempt to deflect her questions. I took a few moments to sort through the answers she needed versus the answers I could give. But she was my One-and-Only, and that gave her privileges beyond the norm.
“You don’t ask simple questions, do you?”
“I’m a reporter. Simple questions don’t get me the answers I want.”
“Oh, I’ll give you what you want and more, but first the answers to your questions.”
She snorted and shot me a dry look as she sipped her tea. I took my own fortifying sip.
“I’m here to balance the chaotic neutral that is Loki Odinsson. Now that you know who I am, I’m sure you recognize who Luke is. We’re the weights on either end of the balance beam resting on Loki’s pivot point.”
Haley swallowed. “So Loki is the Loki from Norse legend?”
I nodded.
“And since you’re the Archangel Michael, then Luke is...is...”
“Luke is my older brother, the darkness to my light, balancing out my strengths.”
Her eyes widened. “Does he have wings, too? Big, leathery bat wings? And horns and a tail?”
I laughed as I recalled Luke dressing up in a cheesy Devil’s costume for Samhain.
“No, he’s an angel, like me, with a great set of feathered wings. No horns or tail, though I reckon he could wear them for effect. I suspect my brother takes on the appearance each being needs to see when the time comes.”
Haley nodded slowly, her thumbs rubbing her mug. “That’s why you’re both here with the Concrete Angels?”
“Yes. No one is all angelic good.” I winked and some of her unease slipped away. “Nor are they all demonic evil. The apparent bad things the club is into are balanced out by the good things they do.”
“What good things do they do?”
“Is this an interview, Haley? Do you want a rundown of our charitable donations?”
She grimaced and ducked her head. “No, not really. I’m just trying to figure out how actual angels come to be in a motorcycle club in Fort Collins, Colorado.” She frowned. “How does that work, exactly? What about all the people who pray to the Archangel Michael? How do you help them if you’re here?”
“How does Santa Claus visit every home at Yule?”
She snorted. “Santa Claus doesn’t exist.”
“Doesn’t he? Yesterday, you might have said the same thing about angels.”
Haley opened her mouth but closed it as my words filtered into her understanding.
“What do you really want to know, love?”
“I want to know if this is a big joke. If you’re just having me on. I know what I saw, but in my world, those sorts of things are products of hallucinogenic drugs and imagination. If you’re really the Archangel Michael, you always have to save the world. That’s your job, isn’t it?” She set her mug down and rose, pacing away from me with her fists tight at her sides. “I want to know if I’m always going to come second to everyone else.”
I set my mug beside hers and stood. Then I held my hand out to her. “Come with me, love.”
She let out a big sigh and took my hand, but followed me willingly enough into the bedroom. I never thought I’d have to prove my devotion—I was the Archangel Michael, for the Goddess’s sake, no one was more devout than me—but Haley was human and had learned angels existed for real. Normal rules no longer applied. We were in new territory and neither of us had any idea of how things were supposed to go.
I drew her to the bed and had her sit down before I shut the door and turned to face her.
“I know you think I’ll always be on call, like a doctor or a firefighter, but the magic of prayers and angels doesn’t quite work like that.” I shrugged out of my cut and tossed it in the closet. “Their prayers are heard and answered, though not always in the way they expect, and I’m rarely required to make a physical appearance.”
I removed my shirt next and her gaze riveted to my chest. My cock responded with the kind of salute I’d come to expect when around Haley, and I didn’t bother to hide it from her.
“You keep looking at me like that and this explanation will get cut short.”
Her gaze jerked to mine. “It’s not my fault a hot guy is getting undressed in front of me. What, am I supposed to pretend I’m not interested? Heh, not gonna happen.”
I grinned. “I like to hear that.”
She snorted. “Doesn’t change my interest in your explanation.”
“There’s not much else to tell.” I shrugged as I unbuttoned my jeans. “When I’m with you, my attention is on you. Only you.” I dropped my jeans and let my cock support my statement with emphatic punctuation.
Chapter Eighteen
Haley
I’d never get tired of seeing Michael naked. He was perfection in
male form. Which made sense given his divine origins. And his cock, standing straight and rigid, only enhanced my natural attraction to him. I wanted to drop to the floor and suck on his impressive flesh, satisfying a need I hadn’t known I’d had.
Fortunately, he strode toward me, relieving the need to go to him. But instead of allowing me to do more than take his cock in my hand, he held my shoulders and required me to look up at him.
“I want to make love with you, Haley, because you’re the one person I’ve been looking for in my long life. You asked me earlier how I know and this is how I know.”
He pointed to his left pectoral where a tattoo of a feathered quill stabbed through a heart rested above his nipple. I let my fingers trace the tattoo and he shivered under my touch, his cock flexing in my other hand.
“I only receive tattoos when I’ve either done something momentous, have accomplished something important for the world, or have encountered someone or something essential for my own growth.” He met my gaze without amusement, but serenity filled his eyes. “This represents you, the writer and journalist, who have captured my heart and pinned yourself to it.”
I swallowed hard as I traced the lines on his skin with my fingers. “So you didn’t get this done?”
He shook his head. “No, it just appeared.”
“When?”
“After we had sex the first time, the day after I brought you here.”
I stared at the tattoo, studying the elegant swirls of ink marking out the plumed quill and the drop of blood dripping off the barbed end protruding from the stabbed heart. Each line stood out against his skin perfectly in rich detail and the more I looked at them, the more right they felt. I raised my gaze to his again.
“Do you always just accept new ink as a message of importance?” I didn’t mean to insert the skepticism into my voice, but I wasn’t a journalist for nothing.
He smirked. “Experience in receiving tattoos has taught me a few lessons along the way. And Mom stopped by to remind me of the tattoo’s importance.”
I swallowed. “Mom?”
“Yes, Mom. You know, the Goddess?”
“The Goddess, the deity who watches over everyone. That’s your Mother?”
He tilted his head as he cupped my face with his hands. “It’s a lot to take in, I know, but I’m the Archangel Michael, one of Her sons with a lot of responsibility.”
“It sucks being the oldest, doesn’t it?” I laughed to keep my nervousness at bay.
I’d fallen in love with an archangel. Probably the most famous archangel, whose mother was the Goddess. Talk about having to make a good impression at Thanksgiving. It wasn’t as if I could avoid Her.
“I’m actually not the oldest. Luke’s older, but I have almost as much responsibility as he does.” Michael shrugged as if it was the most ordinary thing in the world to talk about archangels and managing miracles.
“Oh, Michael, how is this gonna work? I mean, you’re an angel with wings and I’m just a human woman. Are you sure?” I looked into his rich, brown eyes, trying to find understanding as doubts flooded my mind.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything, Haley.” He tugged at my shirt to pull it over my head, exposing my breasts. “I knew you were special the moment I saw you.” He set the shirt aside and started on my jeans, his cock bobbing as he worked. “Your kindness, compassion, and love drew me like a moth to a flame. I couldn’t look away. I had to learn more about you.”
He pushed my jeans and underwear off my hips and drew them away from my feet before standing in front of me. He held my gaze rather than stare at my boobs or my mound, and some of my learned nervousness faded.
“Maybe it was my insatiable curiosity that attracted you.” I shivered but I wasn’t cold. My pussy flexed with his nearness and arousal flooded my folds.
“You’re curiosity isn’t the only insatiable thing about you.” A sultry smile curled his lips as he leaned forward to kiss my forehead, my cheek, and my neck. “I rarely take advantage of someone’s weaknesses, but I cannot resist with you.”
He hefted my breasts in his hands, strumming the nipples with his thumbs as he laved my neck and shoulder with his tongue. I closed my eyes and gave myself to his touches, relaxing in the pleasure of his attention. But his hard cock bumped my thigh and reminded me I wanted something more than him pleasuring me.
“I have one request, Michael.”
“Anything, love.”
He didn’t pause in his caresses and he made it difficult to think. But I was determined.
“I want to suck archangel cock before you make love with me.”
He pulled back to meet my gaze, his eyebrows raised. “That’s not necessary—”
“Oh, but it is.” I pushed him toward the bed and made him sit with his legs spread. “I have needs, Michael, and one of them is tasting your cock. I want to feel this hot, hard flesh between my lips. I want to slide my tongue over the head...” I caressed his dick with my fingers to illustrate where I’d put my tongue. “...down the shaft, and over your balls.” The shaft flexed in my hand. “I want to take you deep into the back of my throat and swallow you. Think you can handle that?”
I knelt between his legs and looked up at him. He swallowed hard, strain and arousal tightening his features.
“Michael?” I stroked his thighs with feather-light touches, and wondered if his wings would feel the same against my skin. My pussy clenched with arousal at the thought.
“Y-yes, I can handle that.”
“Good.” I grasped his shaft in one hand and stroked his balls with the other. “Because I’m gonna enjoy this.” And I slid the thick head between my lips.
Michael moaned as I licked his cock head, rubbing my tongue over the edges of the glans. His sweet, spicy flavor hit my taste buds and arousal surged through me. I sipped at the slit in the head, teasing more precum out of him as my fingers caressed his sac.
I’d always liked giving blowjobs to my lovers, but Michael made the experience sublime. He hissed and moaned as I caressed his taut, hard skin, each surge of precum filling my mouth with delicious flavor. I gently raked my teeth over the edge of the glans and he whimpered with pleasure. I held back my grin and licked down the length of his cock.
“Sweet glory, Haley. Your mouth is divine.” Michael’s voice had grown rough and he shoved his hands into my hair. “Glory, I could keep my cock in your mouth for hours.”
I chuckled and tilted my head, swirling my tongue around his length like an ice cream cone. His fingers tightened in my hair and he thrust his hips, allowing his shaft to slide between my lips. I held the base of his cock with one hand and the other squeezed his scrotum, massaging the balls under the soft skin. Satisfaction filled me. I was giving pleasure to an archangel. Me, an ordinary woman. Excitement built in my chest as I tightened my lips around him.
His moans and thrusts increased in volume and strength, and I reveled in my ability to give him pleasure. I sucked hard on his rigid flesh, savoring the sweet, erotic flavor of his precum in my mouth.
“You have to stop, Haley.”
I think I mmphed something in surprised outrage because he groaned and petted my head.
“If you keep going like this, I won’t be able to hold back.”
I snorted. That’s my goal, big boy. I doubled down on my efforts and renewed my attention on the thick head, rubbing my tongue on the underside. Michael’s breath came harder and faster and his hands squeezed into fists in my hair.
“Haley, sweet glory. Haley. Haley!”
His cock stiffened impossibly hard in my mouth and hot, sweet cum slid down my throat. I couldn’t get enough and kept sucking on his smooth shaft to get every last drop. He grunted and pumped, holding my head to get the maximum pleasure out of my lips and tongue.
At last he relaxed, dropping onto the bed as his breath sawed in his chest. I pulled off his cock and licked my lips with a satisfied smile. Oh yeah, I’d made him boneless with pleasure and I’d do it again in a heartbe
at.
“Are you okay, Michael?”
He lay with his eyes closed as his chest rose and fell with his breath, making the quill stabbed through the heart appear to wave. It took some effort, but he opened his brown eyes and gave me a sultry smirk.
“I’m better than okay, love. But now that you’ve brought me down with your mighty tongue, I believe I must repay the favor.”
He sat up quickly and pulled me on top of him, his hot, hard body cradling my much softer one. He rolled me over until he rested atop me, his groin cradled between my legs, and his cock already hardening again.
“My goodness, you’re ready quickly.”
“Only for the woman who holds my heart. I will always be ready to pleasure you.”
He rubbed his hardening shaft against my mound as he kissed my neck, and my pussy grew wetter than it had been while I sucked him off.
“Oh, I can feel how wet you are on my dick. Do you want me to slide it inside you, Haley?”
“Oh, glory, yes.” I grasped his hips and wiggled mine, trying to position the end of his hard dick at my nether lips. “I want your cock so much, Michael.”
“Very well, my naughty woman, but we’re going to do this slowly and completely. I want you to know who is shagging you slow and deep.” He rocked his hips as he continued to kiss down from my collar bones to my breasts. “I’m going to savor your body and the gift of your pleasure as I make love with you, Haley.”
The passion and intensity of his words coupled with his kisses on my nipples drove my arousal higher. I gasped as he sucked one taut nub into his mouth and rocked my hips. The tip of his cock dragged between my nether lips, strumming my clit with perfect precision.
“Oh, glory, Michael. I need you so much.” It was true. I’d never been so turned on before. “Please make love with me. Please give me your cock.”
“Not yet, love. I want to make sure you’re good and wet for me.” He slid down my body until his shoulders pushed my thighs apart. “I want to taste your lovely quim and savor your cream before I add my own.”