His Angelic Mate [Paranormal Protection Unit 7] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Honor James

  Cin moved her hands over the smooth surfaces of the vehicles and smiled. “They are all so shiny.” When they stopped before a very large black truck, her eyes went wide. “Goodness, this thing is so very big.” She looked up and then to him. “I don’t think that I will be able to get up and in there.”

  “Probably not in that outfit, but you will likely have an easier time of it once we get you some other clothes. For the time being though, I will gladly help you up.” He smiled, hitting the remote to unlock the doors. Pulling open the passenger side, he lifted her up, rubbing her over his front because he was a masochist of course, and set her inside. “This is a seat belt, and it is a law here that you wear it.” He pulled the strap out and across her body, clicking it into its holder. “When we stop to get out of the vehicle, you press the big orange button to release it, all right?”

  “All right. Big orange button.” Grinning up at him, Cin reached out and touched her fingers to his cheek. “You are taking such good care of me. I don’t know what I did to have you as my guardian, but I am very happy that I did it,” she said with a happy smile. Cinnamon had felt every hard inch of his body when he lifted her, and again she had felt her slit wetting with need and an ache blooming again in the pit of her stomach for him.

  “I told you I would look out for you, sweetheart,” he said honestly. Catching her fingers, he pressed a kiss to her hand and then leaned in to brush one to her lips. “We should get going. We need to shop for you and then feed you before we can start our trip after all.” And if he didn’t find something to do with his hands, he’d get himself into trouble with her much too fast.

  “All right then let’s get going,” Cinnamon told him as she moved her hands over the surfaces of the interior of the Hummer. Turning, she grinned at him. “I like this thing. I think that if I have the time and you have the patience I should learn how to drive. I think I would like it a lot.”

  “We will see if we can find a spot that won’t get us arrested,” he said before shutting the door. He didn’t mind the idea of trying to teach her to drive, and the Hummer could easily take a lot of abuse. Sliding in behind the wheel, he turned the engine on and looked at her with a wink before he pulled out of the lot and headed to where he’d left his bike. He’d already made Mac swear to move his baby somewhere safe and appropriate.

  When she saw the motorcycle come into view, she grinned. “Riding on the back of that thing made me feel so interesting. I felt wet between my legs. I felt, I don’t know what it was, but I liked it. A lot.” Cin didn’t have a filter on her mouth. Every sensation was a new sensation, and she wanted to share them with anyone and everyone…with him.

  Swallowing hard, Talon let out a shaky breath. He so hadn’t needed to know that, not when he couldn’t do a damned thing about it. “I’ve heard some females have that reaction,” he rumbled out as he pulled to a stop, threw it in park, and jumped out. Muttering under his breath, he grabbed his packs and sunglasses. Tossing the bags in the back, he jumped back in. “Other things also elicit that particular response,” he said as he started them for the main gate.

  “You do,” she said without hesitation. “Shoot, I shouldn’t have told you that, should I?” Fudge nuggets, she needed to figure out what she could and couldn’t say around Talon. “Are you sure that you should be alone with me? I think that I’m…” She had to pause and think of the words she wanted to use, as evidenced by her chewing her lip again. “I think that I’m attracted to you the way that a woman is attracted to a man. I shouldn’t because that would be bad. You have a bond-mate out there somewhere, so I really shouldn’t be attracted to you, right?”

  “Who says you can’t be attracted to someone, Cinnamon?” he asked, waving to the guards before speeding up as they cleared the walls. “Besides, we don’t know I have a bond-mate. I’ve been alive a long time and never even gotten a hint of one. There literally could be not a soul on the planet for me, darling. We just don’t know. Plus, what happens before a bond-mate never gets told to a bond-mate. It’s a secret society sort of thing.”

  “But you are one of Gaia’s favorites, Talon. She would give you a bond-mate.” Cinnamon knew her mother and knew that there would be no way that she wouldn’t give him a bond-mate, a woman that would help him create the next generation of Dragon Royalty.

  “Well apparently I slid off her list of favorites somewhere along the line.” He sent a mental apology to Gaia for that fib. “Or maybe she’s saving the best for last. Either way, there is no bond-mate in the picture, Cin, which means both you and I are single.”

  Cinnamon wasn’t so sure that it was a good idea. Angels were supposed to be pure, but honestly she wanted this. She wanted to live life. She was tired of watching from afar and wanted to actually have a full life with someone. She wanted to be able to actually live for a change. “All right. We will be able to do what single people do that are attracted to each other? You will help me know what that is, right?”

  “Absolutely,” he assured her, feeling nearly heady with relief. He hadn’t really been sure where he’d been heading with pushing her, but hot fucking damn, he’d convinced her to play with him. Reaching over, he took her hand in his gently. “Two single people who like one another often hold hands and touch frequently.”

  “I do really like touching you,” Cin admitted. “I like it a lot. I really think that we should touch a lot together. I love feeling your hands on mine, and I really love it when you hold me, too.” Cinnamon loved it when he touched her, anyway that he could possibly touch her.

  “Then we will touch as often as either of us wants,” he said honestly to her. Squeezing her fingers lightly, he drove along, plotting and planning in his head for what he could do to get her to see things his way, all the way. “And since we are two single people interested in each other, kissing is also allowed whenever it’s needed or wanted.”

  “I think that I would like that a great deal.” Cin smiled up at him happily. “I would really love to know more about kissing, too.” She wanted to get to know everything about everything. She looked forward to being able to learn about love with this man.

  “There’s a lot to learn about kissing,” he told her softly with a smile. “There’s the politeness between friends, the peck between relatives, the sensual slide between lovers, and a wealth of variation in between. There is a lot to kissing, Cinnamon. We might not be able to cover it all during our two weeks, but we will get close I’m very sure.”

  “I look forward to that,” Cinnamon said with a grin. “I think that I would like to try the sensual kisses first. Do you think that we could do that?”

  Grinning over at her, he nodded. “We can definitely do those first,” he said. The Dragon was fully on board with the idea, too, it liked her, a lot, which made sense given she was their mate. But it was good that the Dragon wanted, needed, and liked her. It would make life a lot easier. “We will try them all, sweetheart, promise,” he murmured, lifting her hand to nip her knuckle before sucking on the wound gently.

  She shifted in her seat and shuddered. “Oh I liked that.” Licking her lips she gave a soft whimper. “I would really like it if you did that again. Because I really liked it.” Squeezing his hand again, she stared up at him and then added, “Do you think when we stop you can maybe give me one of those kisses?”

  Nipping again gently, he sucked her knuckle and then her entire finger into his mouth. Stroking his tongue lightly to her finger, he teased her flesh. She tasted a little like her name, just a small hint of the cinnamon, enough to entice and pleasure.

  A whimper escaped her lips. She couldn’t help herself. “Again,” she begged. “Oh I liked that so very much. I really and truly did,” she told him quietly. “I want you to do that again, if you don’t mind, please?” She liked anything he did though.

  Grinning, he scraped his teeth up her fingers before suckling again. Keeping his attention on driving was becoming an issue. His cock was throbbing against the zipper of his jeans. He wanted to p
ull over and fuck her hard and fast, bury his cock deep into her body where he she was wet. He knew she was wet because of the heavy scent of her arousal in the air.

  It seemed as if everything he was doing was making her wetter and wetter. “I feel…” She didn’t know how to explain it. She felt so desperate, wasn’t sure what to do. “I feel like there is something else I need, something more. Talon, what is wrong with me?”

  “Nothing is wrong with you.” He blew a breath over her damp digit. “Pull your skirt up a bit and touch yourself, darling. Rub your fingers over where you ache. You’ll feel so much better if you do.” Good Gods, he was a seriously sick masochist! He was going to kill them if she did it. He knew she would and knew he was going to wreck them in his desperation to taste and have her.

  “Wouldn’t it feel better if you touched me? It seems to be your touch that I crave,” Cinnamon asked but pulled her skirt up all the same. With no underclothes to hinder her, she reached down and touched her bare mons. Leaning her head back, she closed her eyes and bit her lower lip as she began to touch herself. “Talon.” She panted his name.

  Licking his suddenly dry lips, he took a slow breath. “Press your finger between the folds and rub lightly at the tight nub you find there. Rub, circle it, gently scrape it with your nail,” he instructed as his hand tightened on the wheel. Being careful, he ensured the hand holding hers was still gentle.

  Doing as he’d instructed, she jumped slightly with her eyes going wide. “Oh God,” she sobbed. “Talon, that feels so good.” She shivered. “I still think it would feel better if you were doing it,” she said even as she moved her finger in and out of her body.

  In for a penny and all that. Taking their joined hands, he reached over to rub at her silky-soft pussy. Smooth and perfect and so wet. “Move your hand,” he rumbled softly. When she did, he pressed their joined fingers into her body a little and slowly stroked her. “Lift your leg up a little, the one closest to me. Spread yourself wide open, sweetheart.”

  It was difficult to do, but Cin lifted the leg he asked her to and opened herself wider to him. Closing her eyes, she lifted her cunt to meet their fingers over and over again. “Talon, please.” She didn’t know what she was begging for, but there was something, something just out of reach that she knew she needed and knew that he needed.

  Pressing their joined fingers in deeper, he stroked. Rubbing hard and fast, he shot her a look and growled at the picture she presented. “Cup your breast and play with your tight nipple,” he rasped out.

  Cin did as he ordered without question or hesitation. She was biting her lip so hard, arching her head back and lifting her cunt to their fingers even as she teased her breast. Panting, she closed her eyes and sobbed out his name again. “Oh God, Talon!” His name came out in a sudden scream when she did something she never had before, she orgasmed. Her body clenched their shared fingers inside of her body and her cream covered their joined fingers when she came.

  His cock jerked hard in his jeans and he barely kept from coming right there. Releasing a shuddering breath, he gently continued to stroke her through the orgasm and eased her down. Oh he was going to hell in a burned hand basket of all his sins, that was for sure.

  Her head fell back against the seat and her breath came in fast and tight pants. Finally she looked to him. “I really would like to try that again, only without us driving. Do you think that we could please?”

  “We will tonight,” he said, withdrawing their hands. Lifting their fingers to his mouth, he sucked her sweet juice from their fingers. “We will do whatever you want, darling,” he told her honestly. If he could he’d show her a lot more than just a little foreplay.

  She had no words. Words simply couldn’t and wouldn’t express how she was feeling at the moment. Instead she watched him licking their fingers clean and then watched him. Nodding, she said, “Tonight.” She knew they had a great deal that they had to do, but she found herself longing for tonight.

  Chapter Eight

  Smiling slightly, he let their hands settle back on the middle console. “You should probably lower your skirt or we’ll be doing things in this truck that will likely get us arrested. While it would be worth it, I don’t want you getting an arrest record as part of your new experiences.”

  Pushing her skirt down with one hand, she looked to him and smiled. “I don’t think that I would like that either.” She then frowned, sadness swamping her as she added, “Although once I’m gone I’m sure all traces of me will be wiped clean.” She was afraid her father would even wipe the memories of those she met. It was, after all, the one and only way to keep the secret of the Angels, but as she looked at Talon it made her want to cry. She didn’t want to be forgotten by this man, and she didn’t want to forget him. Sighing, she shook her head and closed her eyes. It would be better to not think about it right now. Right now if she thought about it she would cry, and she found she didn’t like that sensation at all.

  Tugging her hand gently, he pulled her in closer so he could touch her cheek, his eyes moving from the road to her face. “Hey, I didn’t mean to make you sad, sweetheart,” he said quietly. “Talk to me, Cin. What’s making you so sad, baby?”

  “When I leave, your memories will all likely be altered. When I’m gone from here, none of you will recall me, and that makes me sad. I doubt that I will be allowed to retain my memories of you either, and that”—she paused and shook her head—“that has my heart feeling like it’s breaking into a hundred pieces.”

  “And what if you were to stay instead of going back?” he asked her softly. “Is that an option for you, Cinnamon? To stay instead of returning from where you came from?” He knew one way to ensure she couldn’t go back, but unless she wanted him enough to fight to remain, he couldn’t just take her desire to go back from her. Gaia had said she wouldn’t and couldn’t go back, not now that she’d been to Earth. But Cinnamon seemed so positive, so sure of herself, and he wouldn’t be the reason she couldn’t have her wish. Even if he was already mostly in love with her.

  “I don’t know,” she whispered. “I wish that there was a way that I could stay here with you. I would love to be able to stay until you find your bond-mate.” She knew when he found his bond-mate it would break something inside of her. “So far I have very much enjoyed being here. Even before we did what we just did I had been enjoying myself a great deal. I think that I should try to get in touch with my father and see if I can stay a bit longer.”

  Talon frowned. “Do you want to stay, Cinnamon? Choice or not, would you stay here if you could?” he asked shooting her a quick look. “This is me asking you specifically, not your father or anyone else, just you. Would you, could you stay here, Cinnamon?”

  “I would stay here,” she admitted softly. It would kill her when he found his bond-mate, but she wanted to remain. She wanted to stay and learn about him and all that Earth had to offer. “But I have to ensure that it wouldn’t throw the balance of the Earth off if I remained. You have no idea, and I swear I really will tell you one day, but I have to ensure that my remaining here won’t toss everything into overdrive crazy.”

  “Oh darling.” He smiled at her and shook his head. “I think we’ll do just fine. But you need to trust in me, sugar, trust that I know what I’m doing and would never lead you wrong. I know we only met, barely five hours ago, but can you trust me that much?”

  The tell-tale lip chew was in process from the small woman in the vehicle with him when she finally said, “I can trust you that much, Talon. If you tell me that it will be all right and that you won’t lead me wrong, I will trust you. I believe in you.”

  “Good.” He smiled at her, gently touching her cheek. Dropping his hand, he switched lanes and then pulled off the highway onto a side road. “So, we will go and get you some clothes, and then we can head out for food, if that’s all right by you?” Talon asked.

  “I think that would be best. I will need to find a place to change so that I can get out of my gown. Do they have pl
aces like that where we will be going? I’ve noticed that they really frown on people getting naked in the streets here, so it would be best if I didn’t do that, right?” Cinnamon asked with a tilt of her head.

  “Not if you don’t want me razing every one of them down in a stream of Dragon fire,” he said in a deadpan tone. His eye was twitching at the mere thought of her stripping down naked in front of a crowd. “But yes, they have something called changing rooms where you can try on your new clothes and, when you find something you like, change out of the gown into a new outfit and take the others with us along with the gown.”

  “But we will still pay for the new clothes, right?” Cinnamon asked with a weird look on her face. “And yes, we have to take my gown. No one can ever have it.” It was a gown of Heavenly origins. It was something she would have to be very careful with, just as she would her shoes as well.

  “Yes, we will pull the tags and pay for the ones you wear out as well as the other new clothes that they will bag for us. It’s not done often, but it’s common enough that no one will think anything of it. The only thing you will need to purchase before wearing out would be undergarments,” he told her softly.

  “What are those?” she asked with a tilt of her head. “Are those the uncomfortable looking things people wear under their clothes?” At his tight nod, she crossed her arms over her chest. “No thank you,” she said with a frown. “I don’t want anything that will be uncomfortable. I’m perfectly fine not wearing undergarments, thank you very much.”

  Chuckling, he shook his head. “Some people get them in the wrong sizes, and yes, they can be very uncomfortable. But if you get them sized just right, in the right materials for you and your skin, they can feel sensual and sexy, a little bit of sin for Cin’s skin.” He teased her, watching for the shop he knew was in the area…somewhere.