Summon Lyght (Archangels Creed)

by Daniels, Kenra

  "Lyght?" The soft concerned voice wrapped around him like a sensual cloak, comforting and protective.

  Convulsions of need wracked his nerves and he could only reach a pathetically trembling hand out toward the source of utter and complete ecstasy.

  "Oh my God, what is wrong with you?" The warm words were spoken right into his face.

  The breath that carried them entered his pores like liquid healing as he remained glued to the surface of something. A wall? A floor? Didn't matter. "Kassie." He sighed the name. It was the answer to the prayer he hadn't even realized he'd been repeating forever. He needed Kassie in the worst way, every way.

  He let her lead him for an eternity, grateful she didn't demand answers from him because he had none to give. He fought to keep his weight off of her, denying the instinct to collapse onto her, into her. It was painful to be so near her and not bury his entire being inside her sweet spirit.

  "I've got you, honey," she whispered.

  The pure love and worry in her voice made him groan with need. He clenched his eyes and bound himself inside until they finally made it to wherever she was leading him. When she allowed him, he collapsed into softness and struggled to hold off the darkness pulling at his mind while he reached for her.

  "What do you need? Please tell me." Her soft whisper gave him strength as she took hold of his hand.

  Lyght pulled her onto his body and wrapped her in his limbs. The connection brought a flash of strength as well as coherency. He managed to dissolve both of their garments, bringing a sharp intake of breath from her.

  "You." A long aching moan followed as the darkness rushed in to envelope him again. But it was okay. As long as he had her in his arms, nothing else mattered. "I need you." The final words whispered through his mind and heart, and he thought his lips, before he surrendered to the pressing new need hammering his body.

  To sleep.

  ****

  Kassie didn't move as she laid in Lyght's tight embrace. She'd expected his hold to loosen as he fell asleep but it didn't. She eventually surrendered to her post in the arms of an angel. A naked angel.

  What was wrong with him? What had happened? He was definitely hurt. Had he been in a fight?

  She recalled Troy's earlier words. That angel is so in love with you.

  Guilt snaked through her. Was she the reason for his condition?

  God, she prayed not. To think she could have caused this beautiful being such horrid depths of pain and despair was devastating. It was not right. Not in all eternity would it ever be right. Angels were angels. And they were not supposed to mix with humans. She was instinctually sure of that somehow. Especially not this angel. An Archangel of all things!

  But what of this plan? What if it had been approved by the Man Upstairs? Then there was no wrong in it. If only she could make her mind believe that. Her heart too. Her body didn't seem to have any trouble whatsoever believing it. But the flesh was weak. She knew it couldn't be counted on in matters of righteousness. How easy it would be to talk herself into it all. What if this was a test? To see if she'd let her flesh rule her spirit?

  Finally Kassie fell asleep, but every time Lyght stirred and fretted in his sleep she woke to whisper reassurance to him. Apparently comforted, he would readjust his embrace, somehow more possessive than before. It went on that way for hours and she remained as he needed until she couldn't sleep any longer.

  She laid awake in his arms, once again thinking of her biggest issue. How was she supposed to resist her body's needs and Lyght's, without dying from agony? It seemed humanly impossible and as painful as breathing in ice water. And look at him. What was wrong with him? Every single time she was around him, he seemed worse off than before. Like he was sick with something. Some…human disease, and he didn't realize.

  Sudden revelation struck. It wasn't a human disease. He was sick because angels weren't supposed to experience carnal desire. It wasn't in his makeup and the evil of her weakness was poisoning him.

  How would she ever do what seemed right? Two instincts were at war, to give in to his needs and hers and then the desperate instinct to deny them. And both seemed blasphemous! Loving him felt right despite what her mind knew.

  "Kassie."

  Her heart thundered at the contentment and peace in his voice. He'd called her name numerous times, but that sound had never been in his tone. So was he still dreaming? She wanted to be glad he was happy but another part of her feared his joy. Feared it because she knew there was a part of her that could never really deny his need. Not when it was right there, beneath her hands and in her arms. Which meant she'd further his misery in the end.

  "Shower with me." His whisper ignited a firestorm of want in her.

  Her body came alive with every need she'd ever had in her existence, even needs she'd never known were possible. If she got in that shower with him, she was lost. If she didn't, she was…something she couldn't begin to fathom except to know it was a fate more terrible than eternity in Hell.

  She lay there unable to move, her body trapped at a vicious crossroad. Go with him? Don't?

  Lyght grunted a little and rolled on top of her, forcing a little squeal of surprise from her. How had her legs opened so easily to him, even wrapped around him? And, oh God! How could he possibly be so hard?

  He shifted their bodies a little and passionately plundered her mouth while his strong hands captured her wrists and held them above her head. Her desperate need gave an answering whimper and his deep groan in reply was filled with aching hunger. A knowing hunger. Knowing she could never deny him because she hungered too. Knowing he wouldn't be denied whatever he wished.

  It was so easy to let go. To let go to the needs so familiar, and yet all new, to her. She squirmed beneath his hard and demanding body, giving herself over to the woman she'd never known existed inside her. Passionate and bold. Unafraid.

  She pushed against his hands on her wrists and he answered the test, bearing down harder with a deep sound of satisfaction. She could feel his need to dominate and own her the way she craved to be owned. It burned through him, in his tongue, his tone, even in his desperate breaths.

  "I'm going to love you so very perfectly," he whispered right in her mouth as he slipped his hands under her and lifted her off the bed. She held his neck as he carried her to the dream bathroom and into the dream shower.

  He felt like a fantasy come to life under her fingers, but he was definitely no dream. He was very real. And hard all over.

  The shower came on automatically and within a few heartbeats, warm vapor rolled around them. Lyght pushed the shower open with one shoulder and easily carried her inside. The luxuriant steam enveloped them and carried them deeper into a private world where no one else could go.

  Beneath the hot stream of the shower, Lyght maneuvered Kassie to straddle his waist, holding her up with strong hands on her butt. A deep moan left his lips as he took her breasts into his mouth with a hunger that set immediate fire to her blood. She buried her fingers in his silky white hair and gave herself to him completely, her need filling the shower with constant whimpers, answered by a deep rumbling sound through Lyght's body. Like purring.

  Kassie wrapped her legs tighter, moving her hips, creating friction where she desperately needed against his silky hard abs. Lyght's head fell back with a gasp and his hands on her butt pressed her harder against him. Kassie cried out as he moved her secrets over his muscles in a gentle lapping motion. She pulled his mouth back to her breasts, needing his tongue on her, anywhere on her. He nipped at her with a growl and she shuddered, wanting more. Wanting to be filled with him.

  Desperate, Kassie squirmed in his hands, struggling against him. If she didn't manage to go lower down his perfect body and find what she needed, she would fall to pieces.

  Fortunately, he obliged her. His mouth left her breasts to claim hers in a desperate kiss. "I need to go slow," he gasped, putting her back against the shower wall.

  She grabbed his face. "I need you." She k
issed him deeply, showing how much, begging right in his mouth. "I need you now, right now, please." And she meant it. He might need slow, but if she didn't have him in that exact instant, the world would shatter.

  Lyght groaned like her words speared him even as she felt the heat of his arousal pressing at her entrance.

  Kassie let her head fall back as she gripped his shoulders. "Lyght, yes, yes."

  "Look at me, love." His breath fanned her face.

  Kassie did and her heart clenched hard in her chest from the passion and love shimmering in his beautiful eyes.

  "I got you, sweetheart." He kissed her lips softly.

  He must have noticed the fear that had seized her as he very slowly entered her. There was no real reason for it, but she couldn't prevent it from claiming a hold on her with every breath. But it didn't matter. All that mattered was the he continued to touch her and love her.

  His breath quivered as his strong hands held tight to her waist, moving her onto him slowly. Although Kassie was hardly a virgin, she felt like one with Lyght being far larger than any man she'd had the misfortune of sexually encountering. And she found herself suddenly craving him all at once.

  Kassie pushed through his grip, and forced her way down his length. She cried out with the ecstasy of the last inch, drawing a shocked growl from Lyght. He shuddered long and deep, as if the very foundations of life were being shaken. He held on, fisting a hand in her hair at the back of her head.

  A whimper worked its way from her throat and in answer, Lyght pulled her head back and scraped his teeth along her neck. In the same instant, he slowly rolled his hips and buried himself within her more fully.

  Kassie sucked in a sharp breath with the wonder of being filled and stretched so completely. He fit her perfectly, every exquisite contour reaching some hidden magic within her.

  "So good, my love." His voice deepened as he lapsed into another language, one unlike anything she'd ever heard before.

  She moved a tiny bit, bringing him into her even deeper.

  He continued in the odd language for a few more syllables. "This is how we were meant to spend eternity" He wrapped both his arms around her and held her tight to his body, his face pressed to hers.

  She whimpered helplessly with the ecstasy, both physical and emotional, that flooded her mind and body. Every breath brought them closer, until the only thing she could feel on any level was a hot pulsating rhythm and the hard thundering of his heart right against her chest. The unimaginable depth of the connection inspired her to tearful awe.

  She clutched him just as tightly, relishing his smooth skin and hard muscles against her. Eyes closed, her hands turned hungry as they roamed over the ripple of silky cords of muscle along his back, shoulders, and arms. Dear God. So beautiful. He was so beautiful. His great chest heaved with the harshness of his breath and a low feral rumble accompanied his slow thrusts. He nudged the side of her face with his own until her cheek touched the wall then sucked hard at her neck as he ran his hands firmly down her arms to lace his fingers in hers. Raising her arms to pin them out at her sides against the wall, he scraped his teeth along the sensitive flesh at the side of her neck. With almost no effort, he reduced Kassie to helpless begging whimpers as she waited for what was coming.

  She knew with all her being that he was about to tear into her soul in such a way she'd never recover. Ever. And she longed for it with all of her desperate heart.

  "Lyght," she gasped. But for what, she wasn't sure.

  He met her gaze, and she saw it in his eyes. Desire and power so potent, he could barely contain himself—the iron hold of his fingers, the intense pulsing of his manhood as it moved slowly but certainly within her body, and that rumbling sound he made—all told what making love to her was doing to him. "Are you ready, sweetheart?"

  Even though he sounded like a ferocious animal, Kassie wasn't afraid. She knew with every fiber of her being that he would never hurt her. He nipped teasingly at her mouth, and ran his tongue in a hot streak of fire across her parted lips. He rocked his hips until he was deep inside, remaining at her mouth, receiving her gasps and moans that came incessantly and desperate now. "I need you. I need you now. Hard."

  "You need me." The words were harsh and awed and it stirred a vicious urge to give him all of her until he was eternally sated. And yet he still teased her with slow rolls of his hips. Kassie squirmed on him, pushing against his hands, wanting to hold on to his neck and move on him the way she needed. She felt like a wild creature that had been in captivity too long and the taste of freedom was there in her hands, calling her to finally run hard, wild, and free. No, calling her to ride him that way.

  "Yes." Lyght knew and beckoned to her, bade her meet his passion with her own and carry them both.

  Kassie answered by undulating her own hips when he did.

  "Take it Kassie." The command came with biting fingers into her wrists. "Take it from me."

  Desire coursed through her, a real energy and power, moving her hips until she found a way to gain what she sought. Him hitting something deep inside her. He helped with a rewarding flick of his hips.

  "That's it, love."

  He slowly flicked faster. And faster. "Oh God, oh God," Kassie cried.

  Foreign words exploded from Lyght and suddenly he stopped entirely, until Kassie panted in dazed confusion.

  His head back, every muscle in his neck stood taut with restraint. When he finally looked at her, he gave her a half grin, winded. "Baby…" He shook his head a little, and roamed his gaze down over her body to the very juncture where their bodies met. "Put your fingers right there…" he looked back up at her, "…and rub delicate circles on your clitoris. Soft at first. Then faster. And faster. Until you climax all over me." The shaky words came with his sexy half grin. "Can you do that for me, love?"

  ****

  Kassie nodded, breathless. "I can. I can."

  She did as he asked, the thrill of him asking her, wanting her, lit her up, like a hot consuming fire. That fire cared about nothing except doing as Lyght said, giving him everything he ever wanted and loving it. Loving it like nothing she'd ever loved before.

  "That's it." He gasped in astonished awe, fingers tightening on her hips as he watched her, moved inside her with delicious and perfectly controlled rolls of his hips. The pleasure mounted and poured out of her in sharp high pitched cries with his every thrust.

  "Yes, yes, yes," she gasped. "I'm coming!"

  "Do it!" The words were like a hot whip and Kassie did, she jerked with a wonderful violence, her inner muscles grasping, caressing him. And then Lyght was kissing her, possessing her, and thrusting in and out of her in deep long strokes while she continued to shudder through the tidal wave of an orgasm unlike anything she'd ever experienced. She fought to hold on to the realness of the moment, desperately needing to slip away into some kind of altered reality.

  "Don't fight it!"

  The words came just as he began to flick his hips wildly. Every strike against her core seemed to hammer at some wall inside her. She didn't understand what was happening, only that he was tearing through to a place that was not humanly possible to find. He not only found it, he stormed in and Kassie couldn't resist. She didn't want to, she wanted him in there, in that impossible secret place. Was it her soul? That's what it felt like it could be.

  He threw his head back and let out a roar that shook her to her bones. A hot liquid heat exploded inside her, inside that place he'd entered. Kassie's breath was gone. She clung to Lyght as hard as she could, awed and desperately scared to let go. He was suddenly a part of her and if she let go, she'd no longer be whole, she'd float away or fly apart maybe. It was both the most terrifying and the most fulfilling moment possible.

  "I got you, I got you," he breathed, his mouth at her ear.

  And he did have her. His strong arms held her tight to his warm body, slick with sweat. They were no longer on the bed because his legs wrapped her too. His hot breath filled her as he clutched her to him,
buried inside her in every inconceivable way.

  He pressed his lips into her ear and whispered, "I got you. Forever. I will never let you go."

  Something inside Kassie clicked. She felt it like a physical pinch at the base of her spine. It raced through her body at the speed of electricity and lodged itself in her heart. She gasped at the sensation. The awful, shameful sensation.

  Chapter Twenty

  Lyght sensed the change in Kassie the second it happened. Ruining the most amazing moment in his entire existence, he brought her back to the earthly realm begrudgingly, to figure out what was wrong.

  The second her back hit their bed, she scrambled out of it, dragging the blanket with her. What the bloody hell? "What's wrong?"

  By the look on her face, he'd just violated some very basic principal that he clearly knew not to violate and yet had.

  He shook his head, baffled, worried out of his mind. How could he have messed up? "What is wrong with you?" Lyght sat up, struggling to sense what was happening, using his powers to examine her.

  She recoiled as though he were groping her. "What are you doing?"

  Shit. She could feel him examining her?

  "I'm just trying to understand what is wrong, love."

  "I felt it."

  He stared at her, both awed and worried. "Felt it?"

  The look on her face hadn't improved, if anything it was borderline aghast. She nodded rapidly, stepping back a little, clutching the blanket tighter. "You…touched me. Inside. How?"

  He slowly sat up, not wanting to spook her further. "That is my power, sweetheart. It's what I do when I need to understand."

  She shook her head. "But I felt it."