Chloe froze, her tongue catching. “Ummm...are you sure?”
He laughed suddenly, a loud bark escaping him as he shook his head. “Would you mind if I called you Chloe instead of Miss Terranson?”
“Well no, but I’m not the owner of a company.”
“Part owner.” He shrugged. “And not of just one, actually. We have a few companies.”
She paled. “You think that helps?”
“You think that matters?”
“Well...yeah,” she responded slowly.
The grin he’d had on his face never faltered as he shook his head again. “I see what Arien means when he talks about you. Your innocence is captivating, Chloe.” His eyes locked with hers, his growing dark as he stared at her. “But it’s my job to bring out everything you don’t know is inside you.”
His words and his gaze struck something inside her—stoked a fire in her belly. As her chest, face, and ears grew warm, Malcolm reached across the table and grasped her hands in his.
“Can you let out that naughty little vixen I see inside you?”
Her heart pounded at the feel of his warm hands dwarfing her own. Could she model, if only to have the chance to be around Malcolm more? And more importantly, could she have sex with him?
“I’m warning you now, even if you say no, I’m still determined to see you again.”
She chuckled, letting a smile spread across her face. “Okay, Malcolm,” she said. “Let’s do it.”
He released her hands before picking up the small stack of papers. “Alright, let’s get the legal mumbo jumbo out of the way and eat. I’ll make sure some of the staff is still in the office when we get back.”
****
“You look incredible.”
Chloe eyed the woman who had meticulously groomed her unruly locks into submission, applied a surprisingly large amount of makeup to her face, and picked the clothes Chloe would model in. The oversized dress that swished with every move she made, and the tight bodice that managed to make her boobs look twice their normal size, seemed a bit much for headshots.
“This seems like overkill,” Chloe said doubtfully.
She shook her head. “Nope, what Mr. Thane wants, Mr. Thane gets. He has an eye for these things, you know.”
Actually, she didn’t know. Chloe still wasn’t entirely sure she should be there, despite the fact that everyone had, so far, been welcoming. The intimate lunch she’d shared with Malcolm had gotten her all revved up somehow. With the way he studied her with his dark, piercing eyes, and the way he brushed her hands with his own, she felt that somehow they’d crossed bases before they’d even left the table. She’d left the restaurant with a familiar wetness and throbbing between her legs that had yet to disappear.
She wanted Malcolm. She just didn’t have seduction in her blood. Not that it mattered now. He had probably left the office long ago, and was now at home doing God knew what.
“So I’m not just doing headshots?”
“Nope. He must want you to pose. Let’s get you over there.” The lady approached the door and stepped through it, waiting for Chloe to join her. When she did, she was led down the hall to another door, and was quickly ushered in. Inside, there were different scenes set up, like bedrooms and bathrooms, forested areas and meadows. There was even a fake waterfall. Some spots just had white or blue screens that the models posed in front of.
As she finished up her cursory glance of the room, a guy appeared from behind one of the many curtains. He was tall and thin, wearing a shirt that was extremely snug, and a pair of tight, lime green capris with sandals. A matching lime green tiger striped scarf was wrapped around his neck despite the heat of the scorching California day.
“You must be Chloe,” he gushed. “I’m Stephen, and I will be your photographer. Oh this is going to be so much fun.” He took her by the arm and led her to one of the bedroom scenes, where he proceeded to explain what poses he wanted her in as he repositioned her. After fitfully rearranging where the lights were, since they were apparently causing an unfortunate glow to bounce off her forehead, he then had her make minor tweaks to her arms, face, hands, and body.
“Okay, honey, stay just like that.” He stepped back with an expression of triumph before he opened his mouth and yelled, “Lights!”
The room plunged into darkness as every light not trained directly on her was immediately turned off.
Unease coursed through her for probably the hundredth time. “Why did you do that?”
“Sometimes it takes the edge off for new models,” Stephen replied. “Now, relax your face and give the camera a look that says ‘come and get me, big boy’.”
“I don’t think I have that look.”
“Oh, you do, honey.” He snapped his fingers and flicked his head. “You just have to unleash it. Ooh, ooh, that’s it. Yes, keep it up, girl. That’s it, that’s it. Now make your eyes a little sleepy, like you want to go to bed but you want to play, too...”
She couldn’t help but laugh—sometimes internally—at how he spoke. And she realized that this wasn’t as bad as she’d thought. She didn’t feel demoralized or filthy. She felt exhilarated.
****
Fuck, he was hard for her.
Malcolm sat in the shadows of the studio, watching Stephen take shots of Chloe as he told her how to change up her poses. No one knew he was there, but he hadn’t been able to keep himself from watching. In fact, he’d even changed into a pair of breeches that would match Chloe’s style of dress, just in case the mood struck him to join her in that bed.
Surprise, surprise, the mood was striking him right now.
His cock throbbed for the woman on the bed. The way she moved and the expressions she fed the camera were his undoing. If only she was what he hoped, he could take her fully. He was nervous to try, and yet titillated at the mere thought of fucking the buxom temptress. It had been millennia since he’d had his cock buried deep inside a female. Gods, it had been so long since he’d been a horny fledgling, chasing down every pre-trans winged beauty in the heavens for a roll in the clouds. He’d spent many hours betwixt angels’ legs, which was where he’d found his own personal heaven. Of course, that had been before his Instinct had kicked in and he’d transitioned into a full-fledged angel and gained his immortality.
He stepped closer to where Stephen and Chloe worked, his gaze licking over Chloe’s flawless lines and milky white flesh. No matter if he could keep his dick rigid when it came time to fuck her, he’d pleasure her beyond her wildest imaginings even if he couldn’t.
Once he’d transitioned all those years ago, he’d lost his ability to bed females, and in turn, lost his mind. And he hadn’t been the only one. The angels—male and female—rallied against the heavens, demanding freedom of their own lives. It hadn’t seemed right that they were punished for their immortality, to only have one mate they could bed for eternity.
Their rallying had led to their Fall.
“Angle your head like that,” Stephen said. “That’s it. Now bring your hand up…yes, just like that.”
Malcolm focused on Chloe, his eyes never falling away from her figure as she posed for the camera. The Fallen—those cast out of the heavens because of the rallies—had come to this realm without any knowledge of who or what they were. Many had lived and died as mortals, only to be reincarnated to live and die over and over again.
Malcolm and a few of his friends had known though. He didn’t know why, but guessed it was because they had led the rally. They hadn’t lived a single day of their centuries’ long lives without the knowledge of what life had been like before their transition, and after the Fall.
It was their constant search for others—for angels like them, those with the telltale signs that they were more than human—that kept them moving. They’d only found a few so far, and helped them gain the knowledge and power that had restored those angels’ Instincts.
Malcolm’s thoughts vanished as Chloe rolled to her side and peered over her shoulder at the camera. He sucked in a
breath as two white scars on her back became visible. Jesus, fuck. It couldn’t be. Oh gods, it couldn’t be. His heart hammered as he kept to the shadows, determined to get a better look. But surely his eyes couldn’t be playing tricks on him.
As he stepped even closer, the scars became more visible with every stride, and his breath left him in one long, slow exhale. It was. It had to be. Which meant, she had to be.
Chloe sat upright, gasping, as her eyes landed on him. Stephen turned to see what had caused the interruption, and grinned as Malcolm slowly stepped from the darkness.
“Mr. Thane,” he said. “I didn’t think I had you on the schedule tonight.”
“You didn’t.” Eyes trained solely on Chloe, he added, “I just feel inspired.”
****
Chloe’s heart hammered in her chest as Malcolm stepped from the shadows. Now she knew why she’d felt so excited all this time. Could he have really been watching her? She let out a slow, steadying breath and lay back despite the pounding of her heart.
Without another word, he approached the bed and climbed on, positioning himself above her. When she’d finally been able to pry her eyes away from his, she found that his chest was bared, revealing perfectly sculpted pecs and stomach. She nearly bit her lip as she took in his bulging muscles, and the way the veins in his arms were visible. She’d always been a sucker for that. His chest brushed against her bodice as he kept himself suspended over her, his weight on his arms. All thoughts jumbled as a rigid hardness pressed against her thighs. It was unmistakable even through all the layers of fabric, and her body responded as a gush of wetness settled between her legs.
Stephen must have gotten back to work in her distraction, the sounds of the camera clicking away as he danced around the studio, snapping from different angles.
“I’ve been watching you,” Malcolm whispered as he bent close to her ear.
“You have?” She’d been able to muster barely more than a whisper.
“Mmm-hmm. You have a natural gift. I think the camera loves you.” He brushed his fingers over her cheek. “I think more than just the camera loves you.”
He ran his fingers through her hair, tugging gently and angling her chin upward before pressing his lips to her neck, and then to her collarbone. Stephen muttered something approving, and Malcolm continued to lavish attention on her. Everything but the two of them melted away. Her body had never felt more alive. She couldn’t withhold her own reactions as her body craved more of his touch. He brushed his hands over her bodice, and she arched into him, halting his hand and pressing it to the swell of her breast.
Malcolm groaned and crushed his lips against hers as their arms and legs became entangled. She couldn’t get enough of him. Not of his hard body or the way he was so gentle and yielding with her. Their mouths joined, their tongues clashed. She reveled in his scent—a hint of cologne, but it was mostly the tang of him in this state—of his need and longing for her.
As he hefted her skirts up and spread her legs, Chloe let her hand drift down Malcolm’s stomach. He’d somehow already shucked his clothes, his erection ramrod straight between them. She gasped at the sight of it, and he stilled, a worried expression on his face.
“Too fast?” he breathed.
“No…no. I want to, I’ve just ummm….” Chloe gulped.
“You’ve never seen one before?”
She shook her head. “No, I have.” Not that big. “I’ve just never….” Done anything with one, she wanted to say.
Excitement lit his face, and his eyes miraculously glowed. “Chloe, have you ever fucked before?”
Her face flamed, and she shook her head again.
“Do you want to?”
“God, yes.”
That must have been all he needed to hear, because he rolled to the side of her and drew one of her hands to him, wrapping her fingers around his penis.
“What are you touching right now, Chloe?” Malcolm asked, his voice as smooth as a purr.
“Well,” she said, clearing her throat. “I’m touching…you.”
He bent close to her, still keeping his hand over hers as she gripped him. His lips brushed against her own before his forehead pressed to hers. “Say it. I want to hear you say it.”
Her insides quivered at his words, and she focused on the length in her hand. She wanted to please him, felt compelled to with every fiber of her being. Emboldened by his words, she slowly drew her thumb up his shaft to the tip of his penis and swirled it around the shiny skin. Malcolm groaned and arched his hips before halting her in place. A playful grin played across his lips as his eyes lit with humor. “Ah, ah, ah, little vixen, you haven’t earned it quite yet. You know what I want. What are you playing with?”
“Your…” She couldn’t say penis. She’d sound like a moron if she called it that. As her mind wandered over all the different names she’d heard it referred to as, she settled on one she felt she could say without blushing too badly. “Your cock.”
“Mmmmm.” Malcolm let his head fall back, and he released her hand. “That’s my girl. What is your thumb rubbing right now?”
Her thumb strokes slowed. “Your head.”
He rewarded her with a pump of his hips, and she sucked in an excited breath. Malcolm was playing with her in an entirely different way than she’d thought he would, and yet, his method was working, calming her and letting her get her bearings before things progressed. Or tried to progress, as the case was.
“I want to undo the laces on your dress and pull every inch of fabric from your body. And I’m going to have my lips on yours until I can get your beautiful tits in my mouth and hands.” He moved then, and Chloe shuddered with anticipation as her nipples hardened into aching peaks.
Malcolm took her in his arms as his mouth melded with hers. His hands moved at her back, carefully undoing the ties as if he had all the time in the world. She wasn’t sure she did. She wanted him, needed him inside her, quelling the wet, throbbing ache between her thighs. With each word he spoke and every movement he made, her body tightened, quivering for him to take her as she so badly needed.
Malcolm’s lips and tongue worked deftly with hers, and after what was only a few seconds, she felt cool air against her back, and then over her breasts. Malcolm released their kiss as he pressed her down on the bed and drew her dress and underwear off. Giving her a quick peck on the mouth, he then created a trail of kisses down her neck and collarbone, then over her chest. Warmth covered her right nipple as he drew it into his mouth, his other hand working on the free breast as she arched into him. Her entire body was hypersensitive to his touch, tingling wherever his skin met hers, even where her hand stroked up and down his hard dick. Chloe moaned and snapped her mouth shut, embarrassed at the sound.
“Nuh-uh-uh-uh,” Malcolm said. “Don’t hold anything back from me. Do you hear?”
She nodded, and her head lolled to the side as he fastened his mouth over her other nipple, flicking it with his tongue and grazing his teeth over the aching bud. This was it, she thought. Whether or not her body could accept him, she’d finally met the man she’d crave for the rest of her life.
****
Malcolm drank in the sight of Chloe’s milky white flesh and the smell of the flowery, coconut-scented perfume that seemed to permeate every inch of her skin. She was a fucking knock-out, with her long lashes fanning her cheeks, and the way her brown hair cascaded over the pillow and sheets. He reached up and gripped the soft curls in his fist, forcing her to look at him. Though he knew now what she was, he still prayed that she was the one he’d searched for since the Fall.
“Do you know what I’m going to do to you now?” He hoped his voice came out much more smooth than what he felt. The anticipation of being inside her, of feeling her body tighten around his, made his cock twitch, straining to be where he could feel her juices leaking from her wet sheath. Chloe shook her head. “I’m gonna go down and lick your pussy until you’re begging to have me inside you.” As he spoke, he scooted farther
down the bed and looped her legs over his shoulders.
“What?” she squeaked, trying to sit up. “No, no, no. Please don’t.”
He’d been afraid that would freak her out. If she truly never had taken a male inside her, she very well may have never had one’s mouth on her either. Drawing his gaze up from her heavy breasts, he helped her lie back down. “Why not?”
“It’s just that…” Her head fell back against the pillow, and she blinked a few times at the ceiling. “Isn’t that gross?”
“It’s mouthwatering. I’ve wanted my mouth on you since the minute I saw you.”
Chloe threw her arm over her face. She was tense, so he pressed a kiss to her thigh. “I won’t do it if it’s too much for you, but I can guarantee you’ll enjoy it.” He rubbed his face gently against her thighs, letting the little bit of stubble that had grown brush over her skin.
She giggled from underneath her arm and revealed her face. “Will you enjoy it?”
Did she really not know how much he wanted this? How much he wanted her? Even just the thought that she considered it made him harden for her more. “More than you know.”
A smile played on her face, and she relaxed. “Well in that case….”
Malcolm wasted no time, immediately delving into her folds and drawing his tongue slowly between her lips. Gods damn, she was sweet and soft, and so fucking wet. So wet that he was drenched from nose to chin. She smelled and tasted of the heavens, of the nectar that permeated the very world he’d started his life in. She was an angel. Now, if only she was his. What he wouldn’t give if she was his.
His cock throbbed with need, and he gave the bed a quick thrust as he placed his lips over her clit and sucked. She quivered against him, her hips rocking as her body jacked off the bed. Malcolm wrapped his arms around her legs, locking her hips in place as he studied her quim. He relished in every moan she made, and could’ve drunk her delectable juices for eternity. Gods, he wanted to take her fully. He had to know if she was his.
“Malcolm,” Chloe moaned as her head thrashed on the pillow. “I need you inside. Please.”
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