“I was sent to protect you, first and foremost.”
She cocked an eyebrow at him. After everything she’d been through, the craziest thing was the easiest for her to accept. She could totally see Seth as her...
She burst into laughter.
“What?”
“Does that mean you’re my guardian angel?”
He grinned and pulled her into his arms. His expression was strangely relieved. She didn’t try to get away. There was no way she could resist her personal angel. “Yup. And you have to do everything I say.” Innocence wasn’t a look he could pull off successfully. “So I can protect you properly.”
Her brows rose as his hands slipped down to cup her ass. That outdoor sex thing was about to happen, and there was no way she was going to stop it. “Everything?”
He leaned down until his lips were brushing hers. “Everything.”
Seth took her mouth in a scorching kiss, his hands sliding bit by bit under her sweater, skin gliding against skin. The warmth of his hands soothed her as much as it inflamed her. It was maybe two seconds before her sweater went flying, landing somewhere near the angel statue. She couldn’t be bothered to find out where it was, not when her bra quickly followed. His blue eyes were heavy and dark with desire. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
He brushed his lips against hers and undid her jeans. “For not freaking.” His lips teased hers, preventing her immediate response. “For forgiving me.”
She couldn’t tell him that she was just a little weirded out, but this was Seth. There was no way she could be afraid of him.
Okay. Maybe if he was a bug-eyed, green-skinned alien with four limbs and two cocks.
Maybe.
He smiled as if he understood and slipped his hand under her panties. “You’re mine now.”
As long as he kept his fingers right there she’d be anything he wanted her to be.
“Abby.”
She opened her eyes to find that sexy-as-fuck determination on his face. “Yes.”
“Say it.”
She licked his collarbone, delighted when he shivered. “I’m yours, Seth.”
His whole body shook as he unfurled his wings, curling them around her, cocooning her in warmth. His kiss was filled with barely leashed hunger, and she found herself responding with her own. He stroked her clit and she bucked into his hand, whimpering with need.
“Off.” He stepped back and stripped the rest of her clothes from her, tossing them away as if they mortally offended him. It didn’t take long for his jeans and shoes to wind up in the wind along with her clothes.
Naked, his wings spread, his erection jutting proudly from between his thighs, he put all of her fantasies to shame. He even glowed, a pale nimbus of light surrounding him. He was beautiful, surreal, and he stared at her with unbridled longing.
He was hers.
Abby stroked her hands over his chest, tweaking his nipples, laughing when he growled and yanked her close. His cock was rock hard against her stomach as he kissed her again, ravaging her mouth, claiming her on a primal level. Abby allowed herself to be claimed, needing it just as much as he seemed to. She’d waited a long time for her angel. She deserved her angel, and she wasn’t going to let him go.
Seth began to move them, but she didn’t care. At least she didn’t until her ass abruptly landed on cold stone as she fell onto one of the benches. “Cold!”
He laughed against her neck, his whiskers tickling her, teasing her. “I’ll warm you up.”
“You’d better.” She winced when her back hit the bench. She lay so that her legs were on either side of the bench, opening herself up to his heated gaze. She held up her arms in invitation. “C’mere, Angel Man.”
Seth lowered himself on top of her, his cock nudging her entrance. “As pretty as the view is, I have a better idea.”
Her brows rose. “Really?”
“How about my back is the one on the stone?”
She frowned, running her hands over his wings. “No.”
Seth’s wings fluttered under her hands. “They won’t be damaged, I swear.”
She smiled. He was such a liar. If it meant easing any discomfort of hers, he’d risk damaging his beautiful wings. “I want to watch them above me while you make love to me.”
He shuddered. “No one has ever... I’ve never...”
“Fiona didn’t know?”
He shook his head. “I never told her.”
Selfish as it was, she was glad. There was at least one part of him she didn’t have to share with Fiona. “Then I want to see this, definitely want you to fuck me, love me, right here, like this.”
The eager want on his face was almost painful looking. “It won’t be fucking, Abby, and you know it.”
“No, it won’t.”
He pushed up on his arms, his wings above them, just as she’d wanted. “I want to taste you.”
She gulped. “Happy to oblige.”
He chuckled, kissing his way down her body, taking extra time with each breast until she was shivering from more than the cold. When his warm, wet tongue lapped at her pussy for the first time, she nearly came off the bench. He lapped at her with long, slow strokes, driving her out of her mind. Her thighs quivered, straining to open as wide as they could.
Abby began to pluck and twist her nipples, eager to come, to feel the exquisite pleasure he was teasing her with explode inside her. Seth groaned. He was watching her hands as she toyed with herself. She cupped her breasts in silent offering, shuddering and crying out when instead he took her clit between his lips and sucked. His tongue thrummed against her, forcing her over the edge into bliss.
His mouth continued to move on her, keeping her arousal teetering on the edge. “Oh, God, Seth. More.” She ran her fingers through his hair. “Give me more.”
Seth complied, more aggressive this time, tonguing her over and over again until she shuddered under him once more. When it was over, he kissed the inside of her thigh. “I want inside.”
Abby responded by grabbing her inner thighs and holding herself open for him.
“Fuck me.” Seth groaned and sheathed himself inside her in one swift motion. She was so wet he slid in easily, filling her with his warmth. His wings fluttered over them as he fucked her in sharp, hard motions, pounding into her until the bench scraped her back. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held on for dear life as Seth lost himself inside her.
It was amazing. He lay on top of her, chest to breasts, kissing her as if his life depended on it. Her nipples dragged through his chest hair, his cock brushing over and over again against her clit. Even their arms were against each other, his hands holding hers above her head.
It was happening all over again, her orgasm blinding her, pleasure building until she thought she’d pass out. Only Seth, glowing in the moonlight, crying out into her mouth as he came, told her this wasn’t some dream.
“Fuck.” Seth’s cock twitched inside her. He opened his eyes and stared down at her, his glittering blue eyes tracing over her, claiming her as thoroughly as his body had.
She nodded, her head dropping down on the bench. “Fuck.”
Seth grinned, and Abby closed her eyes, sated and happier than she could ever remember being.
* * *
When Abby woke, it was with a slight sense of disorientation. Something heavy lay across her legs, and she couldn’t move them. Gasping, she sat up, just as memories from the previous night began to wend their way through her conscious mind.
Seth looked adorable asleep. His light brown hair was spangled over his forehead, and his face appeared younger, more peaceful. His arm was over her breasts, his leg thrown over hers, and he sprawled in a sensual abandon that had her pulse racing all over again. She glanced at the window and noticed it was barely light outside. She barely remembered Seth carrying them into the house, his wings disappearing before they left the hedge maze, the glow diminishing until he was just Seth van Licht, architect, once more.
Grinning, she levered herself until she was over him and began nibbling at his ear.
He shifted in his sleep and she moved with him, kissing his shoulder and running her hand to the curve of his rear end. She began to caress him there, gliding her hand from his hip to the curve of his ass and lower back. He moaned her name, his leg shifting until she was even more securely pinned down. Seth smiled.
Her heart turned over at the tenderness in his gaze.
She loved him, and he was all hers, every gorgeous, generous inch of him. “Good morning, angel.”
He lifted himself on his elbow and turned himself onto his back, pulling her down on top of him. He kissed her lazily, his hands roaming over her body in a slow, sensuous exploration that left them both gasping. “Mmm. Good morning.” He rolled his hips, his erection brushing against her.
She giggled. “Should I say good morning to Mr. Happy too?”
His eyes went wide and he nodded like a kid offered a candy. “Yes, please.”
Abby tilted her head and pretended to think about it. She gave a long-suffering sigh. Little did he know how eager she was to get her hands on him. “The things I do for you.”
“It’s a hardship, I know.” To prove his point he arched against her again.
Abby kissed her way to his stomach, doing to him some of the things he’d done to her.
When she took his cock in her mouth, he groaned. “Good morning to me.”
* * *
Seth leaned on his elbows to watch the incredible sight of Abby Marcheson with his cock in her mouth.
Fuck. Just thinking it nearly had him blowing in her mouth. Abby fucking Marcheson was sucking his cock.
Bill was going to kill him.
Gabriel was going to resurrect him and kill him all over again.
Seth watched Abby’s head bob, felt the swirl of her tongue against his slit, and decided it was worth it.
Seth’s eyes damn near crossed when he saw Abby’s arm move between her thighs. Was she...? Oh, fuck, yes she was. Abby was stroking herself, moaning around his erection, the vibration almost more than he could bear. “That’s it, baby. Make yourself come.”
She shook, her breath coming in gasps, her mouth sucking on the head of his cock. She was driving him insane. Now that all their secrets were out, there was nothing holding her back. She’d become completely uninhibited. He bet if he dragged her naked into a hot tub right now, she’d ride him until they both went blind.
He wanted that. God, he could see her—wet, breasts bouncing, her pussy hot and tight around him. Abby gave a strong suck and Seth gritted his teeth. He didn’t want to come yet, didn’t want the pleasure to stop.
Her mouth popped off him and she cried out, her body rubbing against his leg, her face against his balls. She’d come, and come hard, from the grimace on her face.
Seth pulled himself out from under her and grabbed his cock. He began to stroke himself, quick and hard. She took his balls in her mouth, sucking on them, lapping at them. It only took two strokes before he erupted all over his hand, his seed jetting onto his chest.
“I love mornings.”
Seth laughed. “Me too.” He stilled at the loud rumbling sound that burst from her stomach. He began to laugh, his eyes a light, brilliant blue. Abby flushed and rolled her eyes. It took Seth a moment or two to get his laughter under control. He stared at the woman cradled in his arms and grinned. “Are you hungry, sweetheart?”
She glared at him. “Nope. I swallowed a bear last night.”
He patted his cock. “I wouldn’t say a bear.”
“Moose, then.”
He laughed again and hugged her tighter. “Thank you, but I’m not that big.”
Abby grinned as her stomach rumbled again. “Okay, maybe I’m a little hungry.” She kissed his chest and sat up, pushing her hair out of her eyes.
Seth watched her with a deep, abiding satisfaction. He loved the way her hair cascaded down her bare back. He loved the small dip that led to her lush rear end, and the way her hair brushed that dip. He loved the teasing grin she sent him over her shoulder. Briefly, he considered rolling her back onto the bed, but he wasn’t fast enough. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and stretched luxuriously. He watched as the motion emphasized her breasts and the narrowness of her waist. She yawned and stood.
“Last one in the shower gets no hot water.” She ran for the bathroom. He took a moment to admire her form as it raced across the bedroom to the bathroom, her auburn hair streaming behind her, before he leaped from the bed and raced after her.
She got there before him and managed to close the door. She locked it behind her, and he heard her giggles as she started the water. He grinned, anticipation tightening inside him. The things she didn’t know about this house...
* * *
Abby brushed her teeth before stepping beneath the hot water. She felt a little bad about locking Seth out, but she figured he’d either enjoy the moment alone in the bed or return to his own room and his own bathroom.
The sound of the shower door opening caused her to jump. Wet arms wrapped around her from behind, and she shrieked. “Gotcha.” Seth leaned down and nibbled on the side of her neck. The hot water plastered his hair to his head, darkening it.
“How did you get in here?”
He waggled his eyebrows. “Angel magic.”
“Angels are Peeping Toms?”
“Please don’t say that in front of Gabriel.”
She turned in his arms, laughing, and pressed her wet body to his. “Okay, fine. You got me. Now what are you going to do with me?”
He kissed her, warmth spreading through her at the way he thoroughly claimed her mouth. He lifted his head and gave her a pirate’s grin. She was willing to bet that her back was about to be pressed against something cold again. “What do you think?”
He picked up the soap and the washcloth, circling the cloth over her nipples until they were puckered and she was panting.
He moved down her body until he was cleansing her pussy, circling and circling her clit with the soapy, coarse cloth until her knees gave out. He moaned and picked her up, pushed her against the cold tile and entered her in one swift motion. Abby bit into his shoulder, stroking her hands down his back. She paid special attention to where his wing tattoos were. Now that she understood what they really were, she wanted him to feel her touching him there.
He set a slow rhythm, both of them enjoying the lazy heat he’d built up. She clung to him, her head buried in his shoulder, sucking his neck the way he had hers more than once. He shook in her arms, but his strength never faltered. He kept her plastered to the tile, rocking into her faster and faster until they both cried out in release.
“Seriously. How did you get in here?”
He laughed, the sound sated and happy. “Secret passage.”
“Into the bathroom.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Wow. This really is a Disney villain’s mansion, isn’t it? Or Hugh Hefner’s.”
He laughed again and carried her out of the shower, her legs still wrapped around him, his softening cock sliding out of her. “That’s not what he had them built for.”
“Then why did he have them built?”
“For a quick getaway.”
“Is he into something illegal?”
“No, but—” He shot her a startled look.
“Oh. He’s...” Abby flapped her hands and almost got dropped.
“No. Well, yes, but he’s not like me. He is, I mean, but not. He’s... Shit.”
Why did he seem concerned? Piotr was scary, true, but now that she knew about the Neph she understood why. “He’s a Neph, like you, but not like you.”
“Exactly.” Seth carried set her on the marble counter and reached for a towel. “He’s a Cambion.”
“A what?”
Seth sighed. “There are different names for the different powers a
Neph has. We tend to get, I guess you could call them sets of powers, and it’s led to us having names for those sets.”
“I remember you telling me something about that last night. Like an Angelus having wings and being invisible.” Abby bit her lip. “What are his powers?”
“A Cambion can sense emotions in those around him and sometimes influence them.”
“Did he influence me?” She hadn’t noticed anything strange in her meeting with Piotr.
Seth began drying her. “No. He knows better than to do that to you.”
“Because I’m yours.”
He paused and grinned at her. “Yup.”
“Is anyone else I know a Nephilim?”
He started drying her hair. “Dante is a Seris. They wield fire.”
“That explains how you two know each other. Does Bill know?”
“Nope. Most humans don’t.”
“Right.” This was going to take some getting used to, but so far the Neph she’d met hadn’t scared her too badly. The only frightening thing about them had been their gender. “Are there female Neph?”
“Yes. There aren’t any currently in my cell, but they exist, and are just as powerful as the rest of us.”
“Who else?”
“Are Neph?” She nodded. “I already told you Dad is a Knight. The ones you haven’t met are Damien, Dante’s best friend and a Malachi. He can speak any language he reads or hears, can sense other angel-born and can teleport short distances.”
“That sounds remarkably handy.”
“It is. There’s Rafe, an Azar. They heal. Zeke is what we call a Legionnaire, someone it’s very difficult to kill and who is extremely strong. Sasha is a Knight like my dad, and my brother Eli, who isn’t part of Gabriel’s cell, is an Oracle.”
“He can see the future.”
“Yeah, but it’s always clouded, or so he says whenever I ask him for a straight answer.” Seth grimaced and helped her off the counter. “He keeps quoting Yoda at me.”
“Yoda?”
“Always emotions, the future.”
Abby shook her head. “That was the worst Yoda impression I’ve ever heard, not to mention wrong.”
“You should hear his, then. Plus I think he deliberately misquotes him. When we were kids he told me, ‘Once you start down the dork path, forever will it dominate your destiny.’ He’s such an ass sometimes.” He patted her naked butt and pointed toward the door. “Breakfast.”
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