Cherished by Two Angels [Notorious Nephilim 5]

by Carolyn Rosewood

  He responded by grabbing her head and pushing it closer, not enough to hurt her, but the gesture was so dominant she moaned again. He placed his hands on either side of her head as she kept up a steady rhythm, sucking hard. Soon, he was pushing even more inside her mouth, and her climax was so close she could taste it.

  “Oh, Sofia…that feels so fucking incredible.”

  She loved hearing him use her real name. Letting go of him with one hand, she shoved two fingers between her legs and rubbed hard. When she came, he pushed her head even closer, and within seconds hot cum spurted into her mouth. She swallowed every luscious drop while her orgasm went on and on.

  Niko helped her stand and pulled her close, breathing heavily against her neck. “Your turn.” He lifted her into his arms and carried her back into the suite. How the hell did he have the strength for it after the blow job she’d just given him?

  He laid her on an enormous bed in a room decorated in lavender and moss green. The colors suited him. “If you don’t like any of this just say so and I stop, okay?”

  “Any of what?” She watched him reach into a drawer and pull out a box of condoms, a large tube of lube, a burgundy tickler, and a full set of leather cuffs with silver chains attached. “Holy shit…”

  He frowned. “You don’t have to do anything you don't want to do, Sofia. My only purpose here is to pleasure you.”

  The tenderness in his eyes touched her soul. She sat up. “My ex was into BDSM but wasn’t gentle about it. I’m a bit gun-shy.” There was no point in holding that truth from him at this point.

  He sat next to her and took her hands. His skin was still as hot as a furnace. How did he stay so warm? “I would never hurt you,” he said softly. “This is all about being safe and consensual. You say stop, or whatever code word you want to use, and I stop. That’s a promise.”

  “I believe you.” She did. It was that simple. Sofia blinked back tears. He was almost too good to be true, and yet there was nothing phony or frightening about him.

  Rake had lied to her so many times in the bedroom she now knew the subtle things to watch for in a man’s face. Niko was telling the truth. Sofia was almost afraid to believe it, but it was staring her in the face with complete certainty.

  He kissed her again, slow and tender this time. She fell back on the bed with her arms overhead, and he intertwined their fingers, still kissing her. His chest covered her breasts, and the smattering of hair on it teased her nipples. His tongue and teeth teased her mouth until another orgasm began to build. She squirmed and whimpered under his touch, wondering how long he’d make her wait before he plunged that fabulous dick into her soaking-wet pussy?

  When he finally released her mouth, she was panting. He was rock hard again. How had he done that so quickly? “May I restrain your arms?”

  Sofia sighed. Rake had never asked. Not once. “Yes,” she breathed, hardly able to speak. She’d never been this aroused. A sliver of fear tried to push its way in, but she mentally shook it away. Niko had promised he’d stop if she said so and she believed him.

  “Tell me if they get too tight. I don’t want you uncomfortable.” The cuffs he placed around her wrists were thick leather lined with fur. Each one had two D rings attached. A silver chain was already attached to one of the rings on each cuff, and he threaded the chains through rings on the bedposts, one on each side. Her arms were over her head, stretched about a foot apart. Just enough to render her unable to do anything about it, but not enough to cause pain or discomfort.

  When he finished he smiled down into her face. The lust in his eyes forced a moan from her. “Are you okay, Sofia?”

  “Yes.”

  “You’re beautiful.” He caressed her face, and Sofia whimpered as hot desire spread through her limbs. She writhed under his touch as his fiery fingers traced a path from her face down her neck, in between her breasts, and straight to her throbbing pussy.

  He took off her shoes and socks, then slid off her jeans and panties. She spread her legs wide as he teased her wet slit, pushing against her clit enough to make her moan but not enough to bring on the climax. The look on his face nearly pushed her over the edge. It was raw and sexy, and he knew he was in complete control, but there was no cruelty in it. He was enjoying her pleasure.

  He picked up the tickler. “Do you know what this is?”

  “Yes, but I’ve never had one used on me.”

  Niko frowned slightly. “What did that rat bastard of an ex-husband do to you? Just tie you up and beat you?”

  Reality crashed around Sofia like strong ocean waves during a storm. Tears stung her eyes as memories assaulted her senses. She couldn’t even wipe them away because her wrists were bound over her head. What the hell was she doing here? And how had she let this man she’d just met tie her to his bed?

  “Sofia, I’m so sorry.” Niko wiped away her tears. “I didn’t mean to make you cry. Please forgive me.”

  His voice was soft and tender, and the apology sincere. She concentrated on slowing down her breathing as she stared into his eyes. The more she gazed into those sapphire pools, the more at peace she felt. He would never hurt her or mistreat her the way Rake had done. She was as sure of that as she was of her real name.

  Chapter Five

  Niko felt more guilt at using his Nephilim powers to calm Sofia than he did at carelessly bringing up her ex-husband. He knew better than that. It was always better to let them be the ones to mention the exes. When they were ready to talk about the men in their lives, they would. If they didn’t, then it was best not to mention them, even if they had previously done so.

  As he’d watched her face while he put her in the cuffs, her words had come back to him. “My ex was into BDSM but wasn’t gentle about it. I’m a bit gun-shy.” He hadn’t wanted to press the issue, but this woman was so aroused being restrained that he could hardly contain his own lust. He wanted to pleasure her in ways she’d never imagined, not bring back unpleasant memories.

  He picked up the tickler again. “This doesn’t hurt, but not everyone enjoys it. If you don’t, just say so and I stop, okay?”

  His heart gave a strange lurch as a grin lit up her face. “Niko, are you always this considerate with the women you tie to your bed?”

  “Well, it does make things more fun for both of us.”

  “In that case, since I’m your prisoner for now, tickle away.”

  Niko teased her neck with the ostrich feathers, smiling at the way she tried so hard not to laugh. When he got to her nipples, the suppressed laughter melted away into moans of pleasure. She had large, dusky nipples, and his dick throbbed at the thought of taking them into his mouth. In fact, why should he wait at all?

  He put the tickler on the bed and grasped her breasts, pushing them close together. She sighed, then as he bent toward her and licked her taut peaks, one after the other, she groaned loudly and tossed her head back and forth.

  His cock was practically jumping now. It took every ounce of self-control he had to keep from plunging inside her wet pussy. He could smell her juices, musky and hot, and it drove him to distraction. He carefully placed his teeth around one nipple, just to see what she would do. When she didn’t protest or give an indication it was too intense, he increased the pressure, just slightly.

  He moved to the other one and alternated between long, slow strokes with his tongue and tiny nips then did the same on the other side. Sofia’s eyes were closed and her mutterings were incomprehensible. She thrashed her legs around on the bed. Niko was out of his mind with need, but he wasn’t done playing with her.

  Picking up the tickler again, he moved it over her abdomen. Her eyes popped open. “Oh, please…Niko, please…”

  “You’re not ready yet.”

  “Oh God…yes, I am.”

  He leaned forward and planted a sloppy kiss on her left breast. “Not even close, love.”

  She cried out as he brushed the tickler over her clit. Her pussy was ripe and soaked, and it would be so easy to give into
his urges and slide inside. But this woman hadn’t been treated right, and he wasn’t about to let her leave this resort without experiencing the kind of intense pleasure he enjoyed giving women who craved a little kink along with sex. He loved watching their faces as he brought them to slow, torturous orgasms.

  He bent forward again and moved the tickler over her body, following it with his tongue. Sofia kept up a constant stream of nonsense words, her eyes closed again, lost in pleasure. When he reached her clit again this time he placed the tickler aside and covered her pussy with his mouth.

  She screamed and bucked her hips against his face. He licked her and sucked her hard until he could barely stand it anymore. He slipped a finger inside, and that was all it took. Her climax was intense and went on for long, luscious moments. Her juices wet his face and drove his own desire to dizzying heights.

  When he finally lifted his head, she was panting as she gazed at him with fluttering eyelids. He unbuckled the cuffs and helped her sit up. “Use the bathroom and drink some water.”

  She nodded, swayed a bit as she stood, then walked to the bathroom. While she was in there he rigged up the leg restraints. He wanted to fuck her on her back so he could watch her face as she came again.

  When she returned, he poured a glass of water for her, then another. “You okay?”

  “Yes.” She wiped the back of her hand across her mouth. “Better now. I was really thirsty.”

  “I’m going to put the cuffs back on, and I want to restrain your legs this time as well.”

  She nodded. “Okay.”

  “Sofia, thank you for this.”

  She looked at him as if she couldn’t believe he was real. “No, thank you for being so gentle and kind. And thank you for not kicking me out when I told you I’d lied about who I am.”

  He shook his head. “Don’t worry about that right now. All I care about is pleasuring you.” He’d have to tell the others who she really was, but right now he was going to enjoy her.

  * * * *

  Sofia felt as though she were melting when he pulled her into his arms and kissed her tenderly. She fell back on the bed and raised her arms overhead without him asking her to. He put the cuffs back on, and her pussy began to throb again. It had never been this way with Rake. And since Rake had been the first man to introduce her to bondage, Sofia hadn’t known how arousing it could be. The realization made her wonder what else she’d been missing.

  When Niko put cuffs on her ankles, she groaned. This was more intense than anything she’d ever experienced. The temptation to stay in this suite for the remainder of her vacation was strong. He bent her legs at the knees and spread them apart, then looped the chains on her ankle cuffs to rings on the canopy bed frame.

  Her breath caught in her throat at the sensation of being totally at his mercy, her pussy exposed to him in complete submission. She felt like she was floating above the scene, watching it, yet every nerve ending was on fire, and her muscles tensed in anticipation.

  He slipped on a condom and moved close to her, nestling his body between her thighs. With one hand he played with her left breast, kneading it and squeezing it, while with the other he stroked her pussy until she was so wet and ready she thought she’d die if he didn’t fuck her.

  He moved his hand off her breast and picked up a tube of lubrication then wet his cock and her pussy with it. When he finally slid that huge dick inside her there was no pain, only a feeling of incredible fullness, and the most erotic sensations possible as it rubbed her G-spot. He’d positioned her perfectly so that with each thrust her clit was massaged as well. The man knew what he was doing.

  As he started to move in and out, he cupped her breasts and teased the nipples with his thumbs. “Sofia, I’m going to fuck you silly. Just thought you should know that.” His voice was low and raspy.

  “Oh God…oh, please don’t stop.”

  “I’m not going to stop, love. Not until you can’t take it anymore.”

  Sofia lost track of time. Her pussy became swollen and sore, and she didn’t care. If he fucked her for hours, her arms and legs restrained like this, she’d love every second of it. His hands on her breasts were strong, and each time his thumbs grazed her nipples she moaned with pleasure. His thrusting was impossibly fast and deep, but she didn’t want him to stop. The harder he fucked her, the more she wanted.

  The first orgasm was quick and explosive. The contractions went on forever, and still he fucked her and played with her breasts. His eyes never left her face. The expression on his face was intense but tender. He watched her carefully, mindful of what she was feeling. That realization increased her arousal, until she floated into a place she’d never been before, barely able to make sense of the competing sensations.

  When the second orgasm crashed over her, it was all she could do not to pass out. He finally came, groaning with pleasure for long moments. He pulled out, tore off the condom, then released her legs and arms. He massaged her wrists and ankles, whispering how wonderful it had been then pulled her into a tight embrace and rolled her onto her side. She drifted off to sleep as he gently stroked her hair.

  * * * *

  Sofia woke to the sound of persistent knocking. She blinked a few times, trying to remember where she was. The sound of voices floated down the hall. She heard Niko’s and one that sounded like Reeve.

  She rolled out of Niko’s bed and used the bathroom then glanced around for her clothes. Her sweater and bra were nowhere in sight, and then she remembered that Niko had taken them off while they stood on his balcony.

  She rummaged through his closet, holding a shirt close to her nose to inhale the scent of lilacs that hung about him like a cloud then slipped it on. She put on her jeans and panties and crept barefoot out of his bedroom to follow the sound of voices.

  “Keep your voice down. She’s asleep. And she already told me her real name.”

  “Did she tell you before or after you fucked her?”

  Sofia reeled back at the venom in Reeve’s voice. He knew the truth as well. Did all of them know? They’d ask her to leave, and she had no place to go.

  “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” said Niko. “She’s scared. She’s hiding.”

  “From who?”

  Sofia stepped from around the corner. “From my ex-husband. And I told Niko my real name before he fucked me.”

  Both men stared at her. At least Reeve had the grace to look ashamed. His dark eyes roamed over her, leading Sofia to cross her hands over her breasts. She felt self-conscious without a bra. It was obvious the shirt didn’t belong to her. It hung down to her knees for one thing.

  “Obviously I didn’t mean for you to hear that,” said Reeve. “It was crude. I’m sorry.”

  “And I’m sorry I lied to everyone.”

  If awkward needed a concrete example, Sofia would never find a better one. One of the men staring at her had invited her to lunch—and more—but she’d turned him down only to make love to the other one. What must they think of her?

  “The other owners are concerned,” said Reeve. “Perhaps you could tell us both the whole story?”

  “Why are they concerned about someone using a fake name?”

  Reeve and Niko exchanged a dark glance. “The subject didn’t come up,” said Niko, staring down Reeve.

  “What the hell are you talking about? What subject?” Sofia’s palms became damp. What weren’t they telling her?

  Instead of answering her, Niko walked out onto the balcony and retrieved her sweater and bra. “We’ll wait for you to finish getting dressed,” he said, handing them to her. “Would you like something to eat or drink?”

  She shook her head and glared at both men before turning on her heel. As she started to walk down the hall toward Niko’s bedroom, she had an overwhelming urge to take off his shirt in front of both of them and put her own clothes on, just to show them she wasn’t going to let them intimidate her.

  What a damn fool she was. Not only had she slipped up and told
Niko who she was, but now it appeared all the owners knew and were upset about her using a fake name. And to make matters worse, she’d had the best sex of her life with a man who she’d most likely never see again after today. She may as well have picked up a stranger in a bar for all the good she’d just done. How was she supposed to salvage any dignity after this?

  When she returned to the sitting room she took a seat in an armchair so neither man could sit next to her. The scent of lilacs overpowered the room, coupled with oregano, which wafted from Reeve. Why did they each have a unique smell, and how did it come from them?

  Niko and Reeve took a seat on the sofa. Niko spoke first, his expression soft but still guarded. “You mentioned your ex-husband is a vice cop. Let’s start there.”

  Sofia nodded, wishing she’d taken him up on the offer of a drink. She could use one right now. “No doubt you’ve seen his name in the papers or on TV. Ron Benson. Everyone calls him Rake. We were married just shy of three years, and the divorce was finalized a year ago.”

  “Why are you hiding from him?” asked Reeve.

  “Because he still harasses me. If I go out with someone he follows us, then he finds out who the man is and threatens him, but he’s careful not to do it in a way that could be traced. Not that it would matter. Cops cover up for each other. If I go to the grocery store he’s there. If I go out with friends to a movie, he just happens to be seeing the same movie, at the same theater.”

  Reeve frowned and leaned forward in his seat. “Why?”

  Sofia threw up her hands in a gesture of frustration. “Because he can. Because he knows it intimidates me and because he wants to make sure that I know he can find me anywhere.”

  “I’m assuming you’ve complained to the police.”

  Sofia rolled her eyes. “Oh yeah, right. Like that does any good.”