by Nikki Drost
“Spread your legs for me, princess.”
I grip his shoulders as his fingers glide over my bare mound. Jamie begins to tease my clit with his thumb as he penetrates me with his middle finger.
“I love how wet your pussy gets for me, so fucking tight and perfect, so fucking mine.”
My head falls back against my shoulders as he adds another digit to the mix, then he begins to fuck me with his fingers.
“Please… ah…Jamie…yes!”
I can feel my inner walls tighten as Jamie rubs my sweet spot with the tips of his fingers.
“That’s it, princess. Come for me.”
As if a switch was flipped, my body is instantly pushed over the edge. I cry out his name as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me.
“Fuck, princess, I can’t get enough of you.” He sighs against my neck.
My entire body feels like jelly as it continues to shake with the lingering effects of my abrupt orgasm.
“Jamie, I need you inside of me, now.” I raise myself up onto my knees, our eyes lock as the head of Jamie’s cock slides inside my core. I bite my bottom lip as my body stretches to accommodate his throbbing erection.
As I begin to move, the various barbells lining Jamie’s shaft rub against my inner walls. The feeling is incredible and only adds to the overwhelming sensations. His hands grip my hips tightly almost to the point of being painful, but I don’t care if he leaves bruises on my skin.
“Fuck you feel so good,” he growls near my ear, the primal noise causes my nipples to harden to stiff peaks.
My arms tighten around his neck as I rotate my hips on a downward thrust becoming lost in the movements of our joined bodies. Our combined moans become a chorus that only heightens our mutual need for release. Jamie’s arms envelop my back, holding me captive against his god like body. I can feel every hard line of his abdomen, the fine dark hairs of his happy trail brush against my stomach. My nipples scrap against his smooth rock hard chest, sending a jolt of pleasure through my veins.
Jamie’s unique scent fills my nose, sending me into sensory overload. Between the heat radiating off of him, to the intoxicating aroma of his skin, and the sensation of the warm water lapping against our flesh with every movement it’s almost too much too handle.
I lean forward, placing my lips to his, we moan in unison as our kiss takes on a life of its own. It’s intense and wild just like the man underneath me.
“Jamie,” I whisper his name against his lips, my nails dig into his tanned shoulders as my body trembles with need.
“I’ve got you, princess. I’ll always take care of you.”
Our eyes meet as our bodies move as one. The pure animalistic lust I see in his eyes sends a shock wave of desire from my nipples straight down to my core. I close my eyes in ecstasy as my climax begins to build.
“Eyes on me,” he says as he playfully slaps my ass cheek.
I moan as the painful sting turns to pleasure.
“You like that, princess?”
“God, yes, if anything I want more.”
A low rumbling growl echoes from Jamie’s chest, his palm smacks against my ass cheek once more.
“Fuck!” I cry out as I start to move faster.
Jamie thrusts his hips wildly sending me further over the precipice. “Come on, princess, give me what I want, give me what’s mine.”
His hand slides in between our joined bodies, his fingers seeking out my sensitive nub. He pinches my clit instantly sending me into oblivion. We cry out, both reaching our climax’s together. I slump forward, laying my head on his shoulder gasping for air.
“I hope you didn’t wear yourself out because I want at least three more rounds.”
“You can’t be serious?” My question is met with laughter.
“You know I can go all night, princess. It’s a perk of having the stamina of ten men.”
Sweet Jesus I’m in trouble.
Chapter 7
Jamie
“It is a beautiful day, is it not my son? Just look at the world around us and all the wonderful things that God has given us.”
I stare into my mother’s face and although she wears a smile, her eyes are weary. There always seems to be a sadness lurking in those pale brown orbs.
Mamma brushes my long hair out of my eyes and pulls me to her bosom.
“You are such a sweet boy, James, and I will make sure you stay that way. You will be kind to others and always helpful. God sent you to me so I could protect you from the evils of this world and so help me I will continue to do so. Now, I have a surprise for you. Signore Santino and his friend Etienne have agreed to teach you about your gift. They will be arriving in time for the full moon. Isn’t that wonderful, James? I could not ask for better teachers for you. They helped bring you into this world after all. Now we must return home and get ready for this evening’s celebration.”
The castle is bustling with excitement for the upcoming festivities. I have no idea what the party is for, but I am happy for it all the same. My bambinaia Cinzia is waiting dutifully to take me from my Madre.
“Ciao maestro, if it pleases you I shall take the young master for his bath.”
My mamma smile’s at me lovingly as she hands me off to my young nanny.
“Si’ of course, now run along, James, and I will come for you later, my darling.”
Cinzia takes my hand and leads me up the stairwell off of the kitchen. I follow my nursemaid silently as I’m lead down the stone corridor toward my bedchamber. Unbeknownst to me at the time, but that would be the last time I saw my mamma smile. If only I had known what would transpire in a few hours I could have warned these humans that they were in danger, but how? I was just a child, a mere boy who had little understanding of how the world worked. But I learned, oh, did I learn a lesson that grave night.
Hours later, I can hear the sounds of laughter and music echoing from the great hall. Cinzia has just finished dressing me and is now telling me a story. I can barely focus on the words she is speaking for I have a dreadful feeling something is about to take place. Pure unadulterated fear grips me and digs its nails into my skin. I frantically search my darkened chamber. Several nearby candles serve as the only light, not that I have any need for them. I try to remember Roberto’s lessons from the last time he was here in Naples. Breath, he had told me to breath in any unfamiliar scents. I do as I was told, but the only things I can smell are soap, beeswax, and Cinzia’s familiar scent of heather. The blonde woman searches the room for the source of my unease.
“Do not be frightened, master James. I will not let anything harm you.”
An eerie howl rings out into the night, by the sounds of it, the creature is nearby. It is a wolf, I am sure of it. Etienne had taught me that very call last month. I know without a doubt that that wolf outside the castle is not my friend. If it is not Etienne then who is it?
Cinzia jumps from her stool and gazes out into the darkness of the countryside. I can hear her heart rate increase and a sweet aroma wafts from her pores. I have no idea why her scent has changed, nor do I know what the scent means. I have smelled it before on others, but had thought nothing of it at the time. Cinzia turns to face me, her eyes dance around the room. Her lips are pulled into a thin line. The young nursemaid frantically wrings her hands together as she paces the stone floor.
Suddenly there is an explosion; laughter turns to screams, the lively music stops abruptly as chaos ensues beneath us. I can hear men shouting, demanding to know where the cucciolo is. Cinzia whisks me into her arms and races toward the fireplace. Hidden amongst the stones is a switch that leads to a maze of secret tunnels and rooms. She pushes several stones before finding the one she desires. The wall creaks open and Cinzia pushes her way inside the dark hallway, the door swishes closed behind us.
“We must hide until help comes for us. Stay close and no matter what happens remain silent.”
I nod in understanding and grip my hands tighter around my protector. I have no idea
how long we hid in a nearby room, but it felt like an eternity. While Cinzia prayed to god for help, I sat quietly and listened to the massacre-taking place downstairs. The human screams and cries for help went unanswered. Where was our army? Were they captured or did they succumb to the same fate as the rest of the household? Despite my fear, I felt an overwhelming urge to fight, to defend. I had no idea that the beast inside of me was clawing to get out, it wanted to maim, to kill. It needed to sink its teeth into flesh and drink the blood of its enemy. If only I had been of age to shift forms.
Moments later I hear the sound of my mother’s voice, she is pleading with someone to spare my life. Ominous laughter fills my ears along with a sickening thud. Within minutes, we are discovered and dragged back into my bedchamber.
What happened next would haunt me for centuries. Every time I close my eyes, I return to this night. The sound of my mother’s screams as she was beaten and ravished by my father still ring in my ears. The smell of blood and other bodily fluids will forever be permeated in my nose. The sight of Cinzia lying naked and bloody on the stone floor, her neck slit from ear to ear. I had held my mother’s hand as her life slipped away. Her blood had soaked into my clothing and covered most of my skin. I had cried and begged her to stay with me, but it was too late, she was gone.
All of a sudden, her dark hair turns to a golden blonde, her brown eyes morph into a pale green. The woman before me is no longer my mother, in her place lays Kelsey’s bloody broken form. No, this isn’t happening. I pull her lifeless body into my arms and cradle her head to my chest. I am no longer a scared four-year-old boy, but a full-grown man.
“Your mate was beautiful, non? Mayhap you should have kept her alive and used her to breed. Eh bien ce qui est fait est fait.” Oh well what is done is done.
“None of this is real. You aren’t fucking real, Micah killed you centuries ago.”
I close my eyes and will myself to wake up. This is just a nightmare. Rainer is dead, and there is no way in hell I would ever allow Kelsey to meet the same fate as my mother.
“Oi, but that is where you are wrong, my son, you are a part of me. My blood courses through your veins and no matter how many worthless human lives you save, you will never escape your destiny.”
I shake my head back and forth. “That’s where your wrong, father,” I spit out the moniker that he hasn’t earned. “The evil stops with me.”
My response is met with over-the-top laughter. “It is already too late. Despite your attempts to avoid the inevitable, you will create life.”
The sound of soft crying and the intense aroma of brown sugar invade my nose. I glance to my left to see a small boy with a head full of dark hair. He can’t be more than five or six years of age. The child is kneeling beside me; his tiny hand clings to my mate’s like she was his lifeline. Confusion sets in as I try to make sense of the scene playing out before me. No, It’s not possible. I could never, would never bring a child into this world.
The boy slowly lifts his head and whatever doubt I may have had that this child was my son, flies out the fucking window. His eyes meet mine and they are so hauntingly familiar that it causes my breath to seize in my lungs.
“Why, daddy, why did you take her from me?” His bottom lip trembles as he fights to hold his tears at bay.
I reach for the boy only to stop short when I see the blood on my skin. I stare in abject horror at the blood soaked dagger still clutched in my hand.
“No, I would never hurt her.”
The words spill from my mouth as bile rises in my throat. I close my eyes and beg myself to wake up. When I open my eyes, I am no longer in my family’s castle in Italy. I’m in a dark dungeon, one that I am all too familiar with.
The scene before me is worse than the last. My son is no longer a small child, but a teenager. He’s on his knees. His hands are bound in chains that are secured to the stone floor. His body is filthy and almost every inch if his exposed flesh is covered in bruises or deep cuts. Blood drips from the numerous wounds like a faucet producing a sizable puddle that continues to grow with every new drop of red liquid.
The boy raises his head. His dark brown eyes are filled with anguish. “Save me,” he begs.
I try to gain my footing only to find myself held in place by an invisible force. The more I seem to struggle the tighter the unseen force grips me. I even attempt to summon my powers, but nothing happens. This is just a dream. I repeat the mantra in my head, praying it will be enough to end this nightmare. It’s not.
A figure steps from the shadows, a broad sword is held at his side. I know exactly what the man intends to do and there is no way I will let that happen. Dream or not the fierce need to protect this boy supersedes my own needs. Adrenaline pumps through my veins giving me the strength to break the imaginary bond holding me in place.
“Touch him and I will fucking kill you where you stand!”
The menacing tone in my voice surprises even myself. I know I can be a scary fucker when I want to be but I’ve never sounded so feral.
“You cannot fight what you are, what you will become. It is already too late, the monster has always been inside of you,” he says before stepping out of the darkness.
Fuck, it’s me, well a more sinister version anyways. This is my future, what I am to become.
“You’ve disappointed me for the last time, my son. I asked only one thing and you refused. You dare defy a direct order, and now you will pay for it with your life.”
“NO!” I roar so forcibly that my throat burns.
I race forward just as my evil twin swings the wicked looking blade with all of his strength, the polished metal slices through the boy’s neck removing his head from his shoulders.
I drop to my knees, unable to believe what I’ve just witnessed. This is my worst fear come to life. I am truly destined to become my father.
A multitude of emotions pile upon my shoulders like weights, each one is more suffocating than the last. I feel defeated, empty, and worst of all, helpless. My body sags to the ground and I do nothing to stop the fall.
Instead of landing on the blood stained surface of my father’s dungeon, I find myself lying in a field in the middle of nowhere. The dark room that contained so much misery has now been replaced with rolling green hills and a blue cloudless sky. Fuck, where am I now?
“Why do you insist on torturing yourself?”
I turn my head toward the familiar resounding voice. “Michael,” his name leaves my lips in a soft whisper.
Even after all of these years, it seems I am still in awe of the heavenly being. The angel stands at six and a half feet tall, his long dark hair has been replaced with a shorter modern style, his chiseled jaw is covered with a day’s worth of stubble. Despite his new appearance, one thing has remained the same. His brown eyes are still shrewd, all knowing, and hardened by eons of war.
As always, the angel is dressed for battle. Leather pants and boots cover his lower half while his chest remains bare giving him free access to his powerful wings. For the moment, they are safely tucked away underneath the flesh of his muscular back. To the naked eye, they appear in the form of a tattoo. Red ink adorns his bronzed skin starting at his wide shoulders leading down to the small of his back. The only other distinguishing features that mare his skin is the sigil of his name in the center of his chest and a tribal tattoo on his upper right arm indicating his heavenly status.
“I asked you a question, James, and I expect an answer.”
“You’re still as fucking bossy as ever.” I shake my head and push myself to my feet. “You don’t call, you don’t write,” I grumble as I start to pace.
I’d give anything for a fucking smoke right about now.
“I haven’t heard a peep from you in centuries. Now all of a sudden you pop into one of my dreams and demand answers, answers that you already have. How about you fuck off and point me in the direction to get off this crazy ass carpet ride.”
My pacing ends abruptly when Michael step
s into my path.
“And you are still insolent and full of self-hatred. As you may recall,” he smirks, “wrath is a sin. Then again, you have committed quite a few since our last encounter.”
“Spare me your sanctimonious bullshit and just tell me what you want. In case you have been too busy polishing your halo to notice, I’ve had kind of a shitty night and the only thing I want to do right now is wake up.”
I turn my back on my mentor with the intention of finding my own way out of this sunshine induced hell only to end up on my back. Every inch of my body is consumed with agonizing pain. My throat closes, making it impossible for me to breathe. That son of a bitch zapped me with his powers.
“It seems you need a reminder of who I am.”
Another wave of pain washes over me with the force of a tsunami. My joints lock, my muscles tighten, and my lungs burn from lack of oxygen. It feels like acid is pumping through my veins.
“I am not your friend, nor am I one of your brothers. I am the leader of the Immortal Knights, the first of the original seven and you will treat me accordingly, shifter, or I will show you what I am truly capable of. I may have chosen you as my protégé, but that does not give you the freedom to disrespect me at will. The last man to do such a thing now resides in hell, so unless you would like to join him, I suggest you learn to hold your tongue.”
Finally, the pain begins to subside and I am able to pull air into my lungs.
“Why… are you…such a…dick?” I pant.
Seriously, when it comes to winged warriors I drew the short end of the stick. Everyone else seems to have this unbreakable bond with their Archangel. Micah and Uriel have that whole calm exterior trait going on while Cass and Gabriel used to spend hours discussing Zen like philosophy. Raphael loves Adam so deeply that he gave up his wings not once, but twice to ensure the man’s happiness. Me, I get stuck with the most pigheaded, heartless, egotistical bastard in all of heaven. And to think I actually missed him.
Even when I was a child, Michael never showed me an ounce of sympathy. Our time together was spent training, teaching me strategy and the best techniques to kill my enemies.