“Easy there.” He laughed, easing away from me. “We don’t have to rush this.” But in the back of my mind, I knew that wasn’t the truth.
“Nineteen hours,” I reminded him. “Remember?” I used his hesitation to my advantage and pulled him back to my mouth, sucking his bottom lip the way he’d done to me before, biting down gently. His groan was like nothing I’d ever heard before, a mixture of want and frustration, and I went damp, my core burning, sweat beading along my spine.
“Hmm.” He stopped his lingering exploration of my mouth. “I remember. But this is your first time…our first time. And I want it to be memorable.”
I didn’t know how more memorable today could get, but I was willing to give it a go.
“Take your jeans off, Rex. I want to see you.”
He rose off the bed, slid the jeans down his thighs and kicked them off. I’d seen movies, and I’d read books. I’d daydreamed, imagined and fantasized. But there was nothing like having someone like Rex—his lithe, powerful body poised overtop me—in the flesh. Suddenly, I knew all those fantasies wouldn’t hold a candle to what I was about to experience.
“Catherine.” My name sounded strange on his tongue, but I liked it, and when he kissed me again, we tangled, lips and tongues and my hands in his hair and his body stretched along mine, my thighs falling apart to let him slide in between. The head of his cock nudged at my opening, then slid through my wetness, up and down, brushing my clit with each pass.
I arched against him, every nerve focused on the slide of his cock, jumping when he hit my clit, relaxing when he made another long, leisurely pass. “Are you ready for me?” he whispered against my throat, his voice raspy. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Yes.” I gasped, thrashing as he entered me, while at the same time sinking his teeth into my neck. The two sensations together overwhelmed me, and once again the world faded away and I was riding the wave of sensation, his cock slowly filling me to bursting, and the almost-painful pinch of his teeth holding me in place.
He pulled out slowly, then pushed back in, the motion causing my muscles to tighten, my legs to quake. If it weren’t for my arms around Rex’s neck, I didn’t think I’d have had any idea where I was, only that I was with him. He slid an arm beneath my leg and lifted, then plunged inside me, the sudden pressure causing my inner muscles to clench, the feeling of fullness almost unbearable.
With every stroke, my mind focused on the way he rubbed against my clit, the way his cock stretched me, the rising of a climax that was bigger and harder than anything I’d experienced before. I had no control over this, Rex did, and he rode me hard, slowing just before I orgasmed, then plunging deeper, driving me crazy.
“Open your eyes, Cat,” he ordered me. “I want you looking at me when you come.” My eyes fluttered open, taking in his tight face, the muscles corded in his neck, the way his shoulders bunched beneath my hands, slippery with sweat. He thrust in again, to the hilt, and then tipped my pelvis up higher, and I convulsed in a long ripple of contracting muscles that I had no control over. This wasn’t a gentle release of tension, it was a nuclear explosion, and it went on and on, Rex driving me further, harder, before freezing above me, a low growl coming from his mouth.
I felt him come, his cock kicking, the hot liquid flood inside of me.
Closing my eyes, I knew I was finally home.
Chapter Twelve
Catherine
I was wrapped in an oversized robe, and my eyes strayed to the clock. Seventeen hours and counting. The cup of coffee was so hot it was practically burning my hands, but I sipped it carefully, watching Rex pour another one for himself. The way he moved was a mixture of how he’d vanished from inside the bus and the way a confident man walked. Despite myself, I was transfixed.
There was a casual familiarity between us, and I didn’t want to speak and ruin the moment. I liked this feeling. I hadn’t experienced it since before my parents died.
“Jonas and Ambrose are on their way home. They should be here in a few minutes,” Rex said without turning. “They did a sweep of the neighborhood and found no other demons in the area. Although it troubles me how easily the Amenta—Death Devourer—lured you in.”
My hackles rose a bit at the insult, even though it was true. “In fairness, I wasn’t aware there were monsters lurking behind every newspaper ad. What was that thing, anyway?” Not that I really wanted to know. I especially didn’t want to hear what that other smell was, the rot beneath the stench of cat urine.
“Death Devourers wait for unsuspecting magical beings and then consume their magic. But like a spider, they first use their power to render their victim helpless.”
“That’s what she would have done to me, if you hadn’t showed up?” The thought was unnerving, especially since I’d seen nothing out of the ordinary. “Killed me and sucked out my power?”
There was a crash as the door flew open, the muffled sounds of boots and coats being taken off, then Jonas strolled into the kitchen, barefoot and in a t-shirt and jeans.
“Actually, she would have sucked out your power first, then eaten you.” Jonas shot me one of his lopsided grins as he reached for a mug. “Although…I guess the first way’s better, now that I think about it.”
“But I don’t have any power,” I protested, as Jonas stepped up beside me and poured himself a coffee. “I’m just a walking plague.”
“That’s because you’ve never been taught how to properly use your magic. And you’re wrong—you have an immense power inside you.” Jonas sipped his coffee, watching me over the rim. “But once we pass this test, all of that power will be unlocked. And when it is…”
“Don’t scare her,” Rex said, pulling me backward into an embrace. His arms felt good around me, and Jonas tilted his head thoughtfully, then set his cup aside.
Jonas reached out a finger and twined one of my curls around it. “I’d never scare you, Cat. As a matter of fact, I don’t think you scare very easily at all.” He tilted my face up to his. Softly, Jonas kissed me, brushing his lips against mine, and I opened up for him, braced against Rex’s body, his arms holding me still.
I closed my eyes and lost myself to the sensation of being held by one man and kissing another. By the time Jonas pulled away, I found Ambrose watching the three of us intently.
“I’ll go reinforce the wards,” Rex told us, releasing me and dumping his coffee in the sink. “Take good care of our queen.” He tipped my chin up and kissed me gently, reverently, before brushing his knuckles over my cheek as a goodbye.
“We’ll take excellent care of you,” Jonas told me with a wink, extending his hand in invitation.
After a small hesitation, I took it, feeling his warm fingers twine between mine.
“I have to admit, there’s something I’ve been dying to do ever since I first saw you.” He leaned close, so his breath tickled my ear. I waited for the warm press of his lips on my neck, but he said, “I want to feed you. I’ll bet you’re starving.”
I pulled away, and Ambrose smiled at my confusion. “We made a dinner run before we came home,” he explained, lifting two brown bags. The smell of spicy food filled the kitchen, and my mouth watered.
“I can’t remember the last time I ate,” I said, watching Ambrose pull containers from the bags and stack them on the counter. “That smells fabulous.”
“Burritos, taquitos and rice and beans. Plus the best damn salsa you’ve ever tasted,” Jonas added, popping the lid of a container and then ripping open a bag of chips, which scattered everywhere. He scooped some of the salsa onto a chip and lifted it to my mouth. “Tell me that’s not the best thing you’ve ever had.”
I chewed it slowly, the peppers burning my mouth. “It’s hot,” I commented, as Ambrose pushed a cold glass into my hand.
“Margarita. No salt.”
“It’s… We shouldn’t be doing this. We don’t have a lot of time.” Jonas looked blank as I waved my glass at the spread of food, lime-green liquid splashing on
the floor. “Remember? The test, the twenty-four-hour deadline. Like, really dead.”
“You still need to eat,” Ambrose said gently, tipping my glass so it was upright again. “And spending time with you, feeding you… This is important, too. You haven’t had anyone to take care of you in a long time. Let us do that for you.”
The kitchen blurred for a second before I blinked away tears. “All right. Let’s celebrate.” I lifted my glass, and Ambrose and Jonas did the same. “To us finding each other. Thank you for showing up when you did. I would have hated for that Death Devourer to kill me.”
“Steal your magic, and then eat you,” Jonas reminded me.
“Yes, that.” I agreed, enjoying the warmth flowing through me as Jonas handed me a plate brimming with food, along with a wink.
Chapter Thirteen
Catherine
With my stomach full and tequila still running around my head, I watched the guys put everything away. “Can’t you use magic for that?” I asked, enjoying the way they worked. Efficiently, not a single wasted movement.
“Not that kind of angel.” Jonas chuckled before dropping onto the couch beside me. “We usually have help, but we didn’t know we’d be coming back here today.”
“Because Rex didn’t find me until yesterday.” I sipped my drink, my head still spinning from all these life-changing events.
Ambrose sat down on the other side and refilled my glass. “Be glad he did.” He covered my hand with his huge one. “I feel your power growing, but you don’t understand it, since you were left on your own. That much magic can eat you alive, or we can teach you how to control it. I only wish you knew our history, so this wasn’t all such a surprise.”
“It was still a shock, seeing you for the first time, even knowing who you were.” Jonas ran his fingers down my face. “But they say the initial meeting is always a powerful moment.” Those dark brown eyes were gorgeous, and the hard length of his body beneath that thin t-shirt was all muscle.
“I was trapped on a porch with a monster and you were telling me everything would be okay,” I teased him. “I was about to pee my pants, so yeah, I’d say it was powerful.”
“Then let us make it up to you?” Jonas said, nibbling on my mouth. “I do love kissing you, Cat. You have the softest lips.” At the same time his tongue slipped between my lips, he pressed me back into Ambrose, who kneaded my shoulder, before trailing kisses down my neck.
Both of them were so gentle, and the feel of their hands on me left me reeling.
“Kiss me harder,” I ordered Jonas, sounding dazed. “And you can keep working on my neck,” I added to Ambrose, whose massaging turned vigorous. “Yes, just like that.” I purred, allowing my head to fall further back against his chest.
Jonas scooted closer and cupped my face, turning so he could slide his tongue in deeper. The man—angel, I guess—was sure inventive, teasing a flash of heat from between my legs with each practiced lick, even though I should have been perfectly satisfied from my earlier romp with Rex. But now I wanted Jonas and Ambrose. I wanted to feel both of them against me at once, just to see what it was like.
When Jonas pulled away to search my eyes, I smiled. “I’m all good. But something just occurred to me. Exactly what kind of angels are you…are we?”
As I sank into his body, Ambrose used both hands on my shoulders, and his touch felt divine. Jonas searched my face, then sighed. “Truly, you should know this already. We’re Nephilim. Some call us Watchers, some call us Grigori, but we’re a few ranks below actual angels.”
I frowned. “But I’ve been human my entire life.”
“You only look human. There’s a difference.” Ambrose went back to planting kisses along my neck, the brush of his beard against my skin giving me goosebumps. “Your mother was human, but your father, your real father, was an angel.”
I shook my head. “My father died when I was twelve. I killed him.”
“That was a mortal man acting as your father. He wasn’t your true sire.” Ambrose sounded so sure about this that I almost believed him. Anything to explain away my weirdness. Even if the explanation was even weirder. “We’ve all struggled with this, Cat. None of us are who we thought we were. It will take time to accept.” He smoothed my hair down, then kissed the top of my head.
“When my father died, I thought it was just bad luck. But still…normal.” I let out a little huff of laughter. “Since me and normal don’t usually go together in the same sentence, I guess that should have been my first clue.”
“You’re special, Cat. Just like us. If we pass this test—if our souls truly bond—then we’re free to do what we want,” Jonas said, taking my hand then turning it over and pressing a kiss to my palm. “Go where we want.” Another shiver of pleasure went through me, and I squeezed my thighs together. “As long as we do it together.” Unlike Rex’s frontal assault on my senses, these two were teasing desire out of me with languid kisses and tender touches. The approach was definitely working.
“Our angel,” Ambrose whispered in my ear, biting my lobe playfully, while he diligently worked out a stubborn knot. “Fuck knows we’ve waited for you long enough, but even my wildest fantasies didn’t do you justice.” He sounded hungry, and all of a sudden, I wanted him to unleash every bit of that hunger. On me.
“You dreamed about me?” My eyes strayed to Jonas and stayed there as I remembered what I’d fantasized about. “I dreamed about you, too.”
“When your power began manifesting, you would have unconsciously reached out for us,” Jonas explained, his thumb brushing my wrist in lazy circles. “Just as we’ve searched for you, you were looking for us.”
Somehow, that explanation hit a chord. “Yes, that’s exactly what it felt like, I’d wake from my dreams and think they felt so…right. And real life felt so wrong.”
Ambrose pushed the robe down to reveal my shoulder, just before I felt the wet glide of his tongue. For the next few minutes, I gave myself over to pure sensation, to the two of them worshiping my body with fingers and tongues, leaving me wet between the legs and my nipples hard enough to cut glass.
“We can continue this out here,” Jonas murmured. “Or we can get more comfortable.”
“Comfortable is good,” I said, although it sounded more like garbled nonsense. Ambrose swung me up effortlessly, then strode down the hall, Jonas right behind us. This heady sensation filling me might be new, but I realized just how much I’d missed the simple act of touching, this feeling of belonging, of being wanted.
Ambrose set me on my feet, letting me get my bearings. This bedroom was a testament to simplicity, a few pieces of furniture with simple, clean lines, and the huge windows overlooked a wooded ravine. “This is beautiful,” I said. “It’s like being in a tree fort.” I drifted to the windows, drawn to the view.
“Ambrose made the furniture himself,” Jonas told me, joining me at the window. “And you can thank him for the view. He chose this site.”
I glanced over to Ambrose, who instantly ducked his head. “This whole place…it takes my breath away,” I said, crossing the room so I stood in front of him. I ran my hand down his face, through his beard, feeling the coarseness against my fingers. “You’re amazing.” I went up on my toes and planted a kiss on his mouth, taking my time doing it. After a few seconds, he cupped my ass and pulled me against him. Jonas’ arms encircled my waist, and he untied the sash of my robe and pulled it open, exposing me for Ambrose.
Ambrose dipped his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue against it, causing me to jump with every brush. “Tell us what you want, Cat,” Jonas whispered. “I can leave if that would make you more comfortable.”
His arms dropped away, but I snagged his wrist. “No. both of you, I want you both. Together.” Heaven help me, but if I only had a few hours left, then I was damn well going to make all my fantasies come true. Ambrose pulled me tighter to him, my core riding along the bulge of his cock, and I moaned softly, still grasping Jonas’ wrist
.
The next thing I knew, Ambrose tipped me backward onto the bed, his hands never letting go of my ass, and his mouth still teasing my nipple. That coveted edgy sensation was filling me, especially when Jonas climbed in beside us and turned my face to his, his tongue delving in deep. Someone—Ambrose, probably—ran a calloused hand up the inside of my thigh, his thumb rubbing my clit and two fingers dipping into me. I made some horribly awkward sound, somewhere between a groan and a whine, while rolling my hips against his hand.
Then Jonas got into the action, his mouth tracing a blistering path down my body until he replaced Ambrose’s fingers with his tongue. Jonas grasped my thighs and pushed them further apart, spreading me for him to feast on. He lashed at my clit with his tongue, each pass causing me to arch my back, my hands searching for his hair, anything to grab on to.
“I’ve got you.” Ambrose pinned my hands over my head and watched my face with hooded eyes as I cried out, my moans echoing off the walls. “That’s it, babe, let me hear you.” Whether from Ambrose’s encouragement or Jonas’ magic tongue, pleasure ripped through me, turning my entire body into a quivering, sweaty mess.
“God,” I muttered, the word coming out in a rough gasp. Then Jonas slid into me, his cock longer than Rex’s, finding a spot that I didn’t even know I had, then pushing in even further. The glide of his cock inside me was a lovely sort of torment, a friction-fest of sensitive nerve endings and pure, velvety sensation. Angling himself, Jonas drove in again, and I cried out, my head thrown back by pure need.
Ambrose bent his head and suckled my nipples, going back and forth, while Jonas fucked me, the two of them working together to take me higher and higher. Finally, my climax crashed through me like a wave and my entire body locked up. I saw stars on the backs of my eyelids, my breath was coming in great, heaving gasps and I may have popped a blood vessel in my brain. I couldn’t be sure.
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