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by V L Moon


  “God damn it, Rhys, stop playing with your food.”

  “Who’s playing, angel mine? I’m savoring.” Rhys’ hands slid lower to mold Arial’s ass. He lifted the male’s hips away from the mattress. “But, we can’t have you dissatisfied now can we.”

  Rhys bent at the waist and laved Arial’s ass. He lapped bottom to top exerting pressure on the entrance with each pass. Lean fingers tunneled into the short ruff of his hair and pressed Rhys’ face into Arial’s crack. The angel was done with foreplay. Settling in, Rhys feasted on Arial’s ass using just his mouth and tongue until Arial’s tremors shook the bed.

  Despite the fingers locked against his scalp, Rhys reared back and shoved two of his fingers into his mouth coating them with saliva. He shifted and shoved them up into Arial’s ass. The angel’s hips shot up from the bed. Arial cursed and rocked against the intrusion. Rhys waited for his hips to drop again before he started pumping his thick fingers in and out. His cock throbbed in time with the thrusts desperate to be inside Arial.

  Rhys ignored his own needs; he focused on Arial’s pleasure. A third finger joined its brothers stretching Arial wide. The angel’s hips bucked as he shoved down to meet the harsh thrusts pounding into his ass. His cock bounced on his belly leaking come. Streaks of it painted hard abs. Rhys dared not indulge in the creamy buffet before the main entree was delivered. He wanted the full load, an appetizer would ruin his plans.

  “Come for me, Arial. Let me taste you.”

  “Close, Ry. So close.” Arial’s breath came in ragged gasps and moans.

  Rhys increased the pace and pressure of his fingers. His tongue flicked over the place where their bodies joined. Arial’s rhythm faltered. His breath caught in his throat. Rhys smiled and licked around his fingers as they stroked in and out. Arial’s hips became even more erratic. Rhys turned his head and bit deep into the vein running up from Arial’s thigh to his groin and took a hard pull. Arial’s body bowed hard and arched off of the bed.

  “FUCK!” Arial’s cock jerked. Sticky sweet come splattered over his throat, chest and abs.

  Rhys withdrew his fangs and watched Arial’s cock finish its orgasmic dance. His tongue passed over the puncture marks before trailing upward. His first taste of Arial’s semen nearly blew off the top of his cock. Rhys’ body convulsed and for a moment he thought he had come. His heart thundered in his chest, but if he was dying, he was damn sure going to die with every last drop of Arial on his tongue. He licked up every drop of come and sat back on his heels.

  Arial’s eyelids rode at half-mast. His big body was relaxed against the mattress. For the first time since he’d found Arial, the male’s eyes weren’t haunted. Rhys moved to stretch out over the angel’s prone form. His heart knocked hard against his ribs when Arial’s hands closed on his hips and guided him down. Their bodies aligned like jigsaw puzzle pieces, perfectly.

  ~*~*~*~

  The decades alone melted away. A tidal wave of yearning and a love so fierce it fanned the flames of Arial’s ardor filled the empty space. Rolling Rhys onto his back, Arial sat back on his heels and spread the demon’s thighs wide, exposing him. The scent of Rhys’ lust spiked, hot and heady. The aroma poured over Arial like molasses. He licked his lips at the feast set before him and slowly lowered his face to bury it between Rhys’ thighs. Drinking in the alluring bouquet of heated skin and sex, Arial used the tip of his tongue to play over Rhys’ perineum. Rhys arched, growling.

  The subtle taste of sulphur acted as a drug to Arial’s senses. It had been so long, too long. Rhys was his and Arial would risk Hell itself before ever letting him go again. His body shuddered from the rolling waves of lust slamming into him. Arial rode them out as he suckled the heavy globes of Rhys’ ball sac, coating the reddened flesh in spit that dripped down between the cheeks of his demon’s ass.

  Beneath his touch, Rhys bellowed and moaned. The carnal symphony heightened in pitch as Arial coated his fist in copious amounts of pre come and spit. He rotated his wrist, rubbing his knuckles over the fiery ring of flesh, covering the smoldering hole with a mix of slick juices. He started with one finger and added the rest one by one as Rhys’s muscles relaxed and stretched. After several minutes, he slowly inched his entire fist inside. Bastian’s inner sleeve gripped Arial tight, surrounding his skin with scorching heat. Arial started to move. He rocked his upper body back and forth, edging in that little bit deeper until Bastian roared and the soft glow of flames danced in his eyes.

  “Hmmm, you feel good,” Arial purred, sliding back before thrusting in deep. He loved the way Rhys’ ass gripped him as he fist fucked the demon’s hole. With his free hand, he squeezed and teased the oozing slit atop Rhys’ rock hard cock.

  Rhys undulated beneath him, lost to the lascivious nature of his being. The look of rapture on his face as he writhed in pleasure stole the breath from Arial’s lungs. In his human form, Rhys oozed a degree of sexuality that if left unchecked could quickly turn a room full of people into an uncontrollable orgy. However, in his true demon form, Rhys was the personification of sexual gratification.

  Arial thanked the Creator that the salacious bastard belonged solely to him. Arial loved to please him, fulfill his needs and serve the overwhelming desire of his voracious libido. As he reacquainted himself with his demon’s deliciously available body, Arial felt the pain of their separation slowly seep away.

  Leaning in, Arial thrust with vigor and used the moment to invade Rhys’ mouth, devouring the hot cavern with his tongue, lips and teeth. Rhys’ groan turned feral as Arial removed his fist and swirled his sticky fingers over the engorged crown of his demon’s cock. Arial teased the smoldering tip before drawing a gasp when his finger dug into the slit.

  Rhys’ cock jerked in his grip. The bulging veins wrapped around the swollen girth throbbed against Arial’s hand as copious amounts of intoxicating demon seed dripped from the tip to coat his hand. Arial worked the length, using both hands to stroke over the granite hard flesh while fucking the slit with his tongue. Rhys’ flavor exploded on his tongue and fed the hunger burning inside him.

  Flames licked over Rhys’ skin. The demon reared up and dragged Arial into his arms. Arial reached up, unaffected by the flames and stroked over the enormous horns mounted on Rhys’ head. He rolled his hips over the male, covering them both with Rhys’ seed. Eye to eye, Arial held Rhys’ stare. He wanted Rhys more than life itself, wanted him to feel and see what was in his heart. The longing, the pain and most of all, the love.

  ~*~*~*~

  Aftershocks rippled through Rhys, but he was nowhere near sated. His blood sang with lust, and his cock hadn’t deflated by a millimeter. He flipped them so Arial lay beneath him. Their eyes remained locked on each other; neither dared look away. Rhys was terrified Arial would disappear if he let go of him for even a nanosecond.

  “My Arial,” he claimed. “I’ll never be able to let you go again. If, in this moment, you are not fallen, you will be before the dawn.” Flames licked along his skin sending spirals of smoke into the air. Rhys ground his hips against Arial. The angel’s grip on Rhys’ horns tightened. Arial’s hips bucked up seeking harder contact.

  “I fell for you once, demon, what does it matter if I do it again? At least this time, I’ll have you with me instead of the lonely existence I’ve endured since our last separation.”

  “Need to be inside you,” Rhys growled.

  Arial’s thighs spread wider, giving Rhys more room. “Then, fuck me, my Rhys, and don’t be easy about it.”

  Rhys shifted to the side and plunged a hand between them. His fingers found and stroked over Arial’s hole. The angel’s body went taut as a bowstring. Arial sucked air between his teeth, but held Rhys’ gaze. Rhys pressed forward. The already relaxed muscles accepted him easily. His two middle fingers slipped in to the second knuckle. “So ready for me, so damned tight.”

  Arial undulated shoving himself down further onto Rhys’ fingers. Sensing his angel’s need, Rhys crooked his fingers and found the sweet spo
t. He applied firm pressure and grazed the sensitive gland.

  “Fuck, oh fuck. Right fucking there.” Arial thrashed against the sheets. His legs splayed open exposing him to Rhys’ hungry gaze. He fingerfucked his male until the sight of his fingers in Arial’s ass almost triggered another orgasm. Arial growled when he pulled free.

  “Not done, angel. Time for the real fireworks.”

  “Get your cock in me and quit wasting time. It’s been too many fucking centuries since I’ve had you,” Arial shoved the lube at him.

  “I’ll try not to split you open.”

  “Give me all of you, demon. I can handle anything you dish out.”

  The words flash-banged Rhys’ heaving libido. Lust washed away every inhibition. Rhys sat back on his heels, coated them both and tossed the tube aside. Grabbing Arial’s brawny thighs, he dragged the angel down the bed and draped those glorious legs over his hips. Heated palms burned a path over Arial’s knees and up his thighs. He grazed Arial’s balls with smoking knuckles before he dug an arm under Arial’s back and powerlifted him away from the mattress. Their chests crashed together. Arial growled and locked his arms around Rhys’ neck.

  “Stop wasting time and fuck me, demon.” Powerful thighs scissored around Rhys’ hips bringing Arial’s ass into perfect position. So long, he’d waited to hear those words from Arial. Too damned long. With a savage roar, Rhys snapped his hips upward and impaled the angel. Heaven’s fire gripped his cock. Arial’s answering cry ricocheted off of the walls before his mouth crashed down against Rhys’ lips. Skin split and blood flowed, but neither pulled away.

  He pounded into Arial with every bit of his demon fortified strength. Electricity raced through Rhys. Fire danced in his veins and across his skin. The intensity of the pleasure threatened to rip away his grip on sanity. Everything faded away except the need to fuck Arial into oblivion. Being inside of Arial was his personal Heaven. Carnal pleasure peaked in every nerve cell. He wanted to crawl beneath the angel’s skin and fuck him from the inside out.

  Rhys reared up on his knees taking the full measure of Arial’s weight in his arms. His hips pistoned, pumping hard up into Arial. Flesh pounded into flesh. Sweat appeared and sizzled against his skin before evaporating into mist. Pre-cum leaked to drench his thighs and pool at his knees. Rhys was a fucking machine, built and bred for harsh lascivious physical pleasure. He used every bit of his skill and power sparing Arial no quarter.

  Arial didn’t want any. Using his legs as leverage, Arial met each dominant thrust. The angel transferred his hold to Rhys’ horns stroking up and down the lengths as if pumping his cock. Rhys growled and increased his already frantic pace.

  Between them, Arial’s cock rode rough against his abs. Rhys anchored one arm around Arial’s waist and fisted the angel’s engorged and leaking cock. His strokes were punishing and harsh, but Arial’s moans and growls deepened. Arial rode him like a wild stallion, his heels digging into Rhys’ ass.

  The licks of fire along Rhys flesh erupted into full flame. The sheets caught. Smoke rose around them. Rhys spiraled higher and higher. His balls tightened painfully and drew up against his ass. An explosion coiled at the base of his spine.

  “Arial, mother fuck, I’m going to fill you up. Close. So fucking close.”

  Arial responded by burying sharp fangs into the vein in Rhys’ throat. The pulls echoed all the way to Rhys’ soul. A hoarse cry ripped from his throat. His massive body bowed painfully and then detonated. Fire consumed them both as his orgasm erupted inside Arial’s ass. Blinded, deafened and mute, he desperately held tight to the writhing angel in his arms. He smelled the angel’s come before he felt it fluid and slick against his stomach. Arial rolled his hips. Rhys lost all cognizant thought and tumbled wildly into the darkness of his own soul.

  ~*~*~*~

  Rhys' body lay limp in his arms, the flames of their passion for each other turning inward to burn eternally. Rhys consumed him, owned Arial's heart in such a way it would surely destroy him if they were to lose each other again. Taking slight advantage of Rhys’ current disposition, Arial took a moment to enjoy having the demon in his arms once again.

  Arial couldn’t comprehend the span of time spent without Rhys, not when he was there with his cock still firmly implanted within the sheath of Arial’s ass. A wicked grin split his lips. Arial leaned in and ran his tongue over the hot surface of Rhys’ flesh. The taste of sulphur coated his tongue. Its harsh tang caused Arial to salivate and his ass to clench around the girth of Rhys’ cock. His breath caught in his chest when a rush of searing pain caused his body to arch against his lover’s bared chest.

  The consummation of their love for each other was shattered by the agony burning through his veins. Arial roared in absolute fury as his body was shrouded in blinding white light. It speared through his heart, throwing him forward against Rhys, wrapping around them, joining them together inside a ball of celestial energy.

  “Rhys, what’s happening to me?” Arial ground out as he reached up and grabbed hold of the demon’s smoldering horns.

  Crimson eyes widened to take in the glow of light uniting them. As fast as it appeared, it dissipated into the ether along with the pain. In its wake, it left a strange yet familiar sensation crawling its way along Arial’s back. Rhys’s fingers gripped his hips as he slipped free of Arial and got to his knees. The demon trembled before him, but not from fear.

  “I love you, Arial Nathanial. Do you return my love?” Rhys’ question humbled him. Arial lowered his head. How could he ask after what had just been shared between them?

  “You are the life in my veins and the ache in my heart. I will love you ever more, before the eyes of my Creator, you are mine and I am yours,” Arial whispered.

  “Do you trust me, my beautiful angel? Would you do as I ask without question, just this once?” Rhys’ voice dipped, but there was no lust in his tone. In its place, there was awe.

  Arial nodded as Rhys’ taloned finger hooked beneath his chin and raised his face so that their gazes met. Arial craned his neck to look up from his kneeling position at the towering form of the male he loved. He gasped at the tears streaming down his beautiful face.

  “I love you, Arial. Now, rise to your feet my beloved. Rise to your feet and open your wings.”

  ~*~*~*~

  Chapter Fifty-Three

  ~*~*~*~

  Thunder Bay, Ontario

  It was five o’clock in the morning. The club had closed a few hours before and Damian, Alexa and Shaver had retired to the pack bed in order to catch some much needed rest. Four times, Khad had attempted to talk to Shaver, grab his attention to let him know that he’d be leaving some time the next day. He didn’t want to go without saying goodbye, even if he was only going for a few weeks. He wanted Shaver to understand what meeting his mother meant to him and to reassure his best friend that he’d be coming back.

  But for some reason, Shaver seemed intent on avoiding him. Even after the bar closed, Shaver made a point of leaving before Khad had finished with closing up and cleaning the bar. Sure, it would have been easy to go into their rooms in the back and talk, but Damian and Alexa had enough on their plates. They didn’t need to be dealing with their issues too. Khad sat in the darkened bar, his head back against the padded seat in one of the booths and wiped the tears from his eyes.

  So much had happened over the last few days. He’d gained a family, one that had never given up hope of finding him. He’d learned that Alexa was Trenton’s daughter and that she and Damian were planning to challenge Trenton’s alpha position in order to heal some of the damage done to their devastated pack.

  To say he was conflicted was an understatement. He wanted to meet his mother, to feel her arms around him. He loved Alexa and Damian, respected them and cared for them. They would always be his family, his pack. Surely, they would understand his need, even if Shaver refused to acknowledge it. The creek of the door leading into the club drew Khad’s attention. He’d been sure that he’d locked up.

/>   “Tobias?” Khad grinned. He couldn’t help it. As big brothers went, Tobias was the shit. He had the craziest personality. The cheeky one liners and sexy innuendo had all of them, even Alexa in tears from laughing so hard. If vampires could blush, poor Roman would have been scarlet from Tobias’s insinuations about their sex life.

  “Hey, brother. Dad was worried about you. He wanted to come himself, but there’s a lot going on in Rome with the king and with the Nephilim that sought solace with our pack. He was on the phone to Malachi and Laz when he sensed your mood shift, so here I am. Lucky you, huh?” Tobias winked and bumped Khad along the bench to so they could sit side by side.

  “Probably sucks being you right now. I can only guess that you’re feeling pretty stressed after we showed up and blindsided you the way we did. Then, there’s your family here. I bet you’re worried about leaving them, especially with their plans about Trenton. Dad’s been talking to Alexa and Damian about sending some aid. He feels really bad. If he’d known what Trenton was up to, he would have already acted. But, with Shaver unintentionally acting as a shield, Trenton was able to hide the severity of his greed.”

  “Shay had no clue. None of us did until Sage and then Jorn…dad…explained what a null was. He’d never hurt the pack. His parents live on the island. I wish there was time for you to meet them. You would love his dad. He’s a really great guy, just like Shaver. And, his mom’s so protective, so proud of him. They both are. They welcomed me into their home, looked after me, and fed me. It’s so strange to find out I’ve got a whole other family, a mom of my own.”

  Khad twisted his head around to stare at Tobias. “What’s she like? What if…do you think she’ll like me? What if she doesn’t remember me? God. This is crazy. I feel like a kid at Christmas.” Khad was shaking; his leg bounced constantly as the buildup of nerves started to get the better of him.

 

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