Angel's Fury

by Meg Xuemei X

  My male pride was sated for the first time since I’d tried to seduce her.

  Her scent of arousal slammed into me, weaving a net around me to prevent my escape and not caring that I had no intention to flee.

  I hadn’t known a fey female could be so territorial.

  “My Rose,” I whispered against her full lips.

  Her hand glided up from the base of my shaft to its crown, then slid down the length with a naughty force.

  I groaned deeply.

  I had fantasized about her fondling me like this, and her touch was better than fantasy.

  Rose tightened her grip and rapidly stroked me. When she reached the hard crown again, her thumb brushed over it and her forefinger joined to divide its slit and squeezed it mercilessly.

  For the first time in an eon, I felt a drop of moisture beneath my crown.

  Could the fey female make me come? What would it be like to have a true orgasm?

  Rose pumped my cock harder, and her teeth grazed over my throat. I had never bared my throat to anyone, but Rose’s breath and scent were too delicious and disarming. She smelled like the sky in my homeland, a red planet thousands of light years away.

  I slid a finger into her heated channel, all the way up into its tight depth.

  “Seth!” she screamed my name, and I could see pleasure rippling over her.

  “Hold onto me, baby,” I said, withdrawing my finger an inch or so and thrusting up again and again.

  As I picked up the rhythms, Rose leaned her weight against me, unable to stand straight now.

  This most stubborn, fiery fey female could no longer fight her own scorching desire.

  My Rose was in heat, I thought with satisfaction, a satisfaction I hadn’t felt for a long, long time.

  She would be mine.

  PRINCESS ROSE

  The kiss was nothing like a poem that the breeze carried to the treetops in the twilight realm, as described by the finest Mysthian poets in my kingdom.

  It was fire and sky and wind.

  It was a song on the mighty angel’s wings.

  And I shared my first, true kiss with an angel, whom I was supposed to hate and destroy.

  Eternal enemy or not, it was just a kiss—one that would get me back to Atlantis to finish what I’d started. A necessary evil to the higher calling.

  I wasn’t in it for pleasure, I told myself. It was a mission accomplished.

  But Seth, a wild whirlwind and firestorm, broke through my defenses.

  His scent and touch and stroke became the only real things in the world.

  His wings cocooned me like a warm blanket to keep out the cold of the world.

  It was just us and only us under the sky and the sun and the faint moon, with an earth-moving kiss that would be our last.

  So I gave it all.

  Our breaths were shared, mingled, and cherished. His scent was the spring rain at night in Mysth’s forest. I didn’t know what mine was to him and dared not ask.

  But it was a puzzle how the angel could smell just like my home.

  When his tongue met mine with raw, savage hunger, I felt his power—ancient, boundless, and infinite—enfolding me. The words “Sky Power” burned on my tongue.

  “Find the Sky Power,” the Dragonian rebel leader had parroted what the oracle had proclaimed. “Only when the Earth Magic and Sky Power become one, the flesh will save Earth and all earthborn.”

  I at once banished the ridiculous idea that there was a connection between Seth and the Sky Power. It was a power, not a person. Seth’s ability to roam freely in the sky and cloak and throw nasty lightning bolts didn’t make him the Sky Power or the one who possessed it.

  Maybe subconsciously I really wanted this hot angel, so I started to make up things to deceive myself.

  Even if Seth had the Sky Power, I wouldn’t know how to extract it. And even if I knew how and then stole it from him, I still needed the great earth magic to meld with it. Against all beliefs, the elemental magic just wasn’t in me.

  Seth took over the kiss and shifted to be a magnificent kisser.

  His tongue entwined with mine, dancing, teasing, challenging, and doing all sorts of wicked, sensual things. My mind forgot the world and remembered only his touch, scent, and scorching lust.

  I became a feather, drifting in the night sky and passing by the stars. I heard their secrets. I flowed with time and watched the stars wink out one by one.

  And then I found myself standing in the center of the firestorm and had no care.

  PRINCE SETH

  She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. My chest tightened when I looked at her.

  With her sunset-auburn hair flowing in the wind and her eyes lit like stars from the secret universe, she was a goddess incarnate.

  The legends said that Rose was the descendant of the Earth goddess.

  And I was thrusting my finger hard into the moist channel of goddess’s daughter. Skies, she was so tight and hot inside! I wanted to plunge my cock into her, but I needed her permission. The silky walls of her sex clenched around my finger. I made an effort pulling out half an inch from the tightness in order to plunge back in deeper and further.

  “Seth,” she moaned, her eyes half-closed. “More please.”

  I could feel that she was about to come. My heart pounded harder than it’d had in an eon. I wondered if she could hear its racing beat. It would explode for her when she came.

  Then it stopped, and I stared at Rose in awe.

  She glowed. White light—born of sunlight and starlight altogether—radiated through her skin.

  I didn’t slow the thrust of my finger, but my heart ached for her in tenderness I hadn’t known I possessed.

  Was the great earth magic finally manifesting in her? But she was experiencing pleasure, not crisis.

  The light faded in a heartbeat.

  The scent of her arousal thickened, and the aroma of midnight jasmine formed like mist around me.

  Rose, however, wasn’t aware that she’d shone. She stroked my cock urgently, and a rush of intense pleasure slammed into me. It drove me out of my mind that she still wouldn’t let me fuck her. But when she climaxed, she would be most vulnerable and she would cave.

  I inserted two fingers into her sheath while thrusting my cock wildly into her palm. I was waiting for her first wave of orgasm, and then I would spread her legs and shove my cock into her rosy flesh.

  I wouldn’t ask her permission then.

  She was breathless from my every fever stroke. Her head fell back, her lips parted, and her legs opened wider involuntarily.

  Two more thrusts and she would come.

  I withdrew my fingers slowly, an inch, then two inches, ready to plunge back with one powerful thrust for the final finish.

  Rose’s hand caught my fingers. “No,” she said, pulling them back out of her sheath.

  “Rose?” I growled in a low, lust-filled voice.

  “No.” She swallowed hard.

  “I won’t fuck you today, Rose,” I said, and my promise didn’t sound convincing, even to my ears. “I just want to give you a sweet pleasure and some relief. Come on, eroma. Come on me.”

  “No,” she repeated, her eyes flashing in fury, but it was more at her than me.

  She wouldn’t allow herself to come. She hadn’t planned to come. And she was the type to stick to her plans.

  A gust of anger rippled through me, ready to blow down the wall she’d just pulled back up.

  No female had frustrated me like this one.

  “You said one real kiss, Prince,” she said, trying to sound careless while the pink hue still spread on her cheeks from her undeniable passion. “And I believe I’ve delivered it.” And she focused on putting her clothes back on as if she hadn’t moaned against me like a cat in heat a second ago, as if she hadn’t stroked my cock like it was the only thing that mattered.

  “You delivered it too well, Princess,” I sneered coldly. “I’ll give you a ride home since you’v
e earned it.”

  “Thank you,” she said with icy haughtiness.

  And I restrained myself from smacking her butt.

  “Hop on,” I said emotionlessly.

  She inched toward me cautiously, as if all of a sudden I’d become the most dangerous species that would bite her head off.

  Her scent of arousal twirled and paraded in the air. She still wanted me. And my cock, frustrated and furious, stayed hard as a rock.

  She laid her elegant hands lightly on my shoulders, then they clasped around my neck.

  I didn’t have time for this or any of her games!

  I grabbed her to me, my wings stretching, ready to take into the sky.

  She immediately jumped onto me and wrapped her legs tightly around my waist, no longer demure.

  “I’ll aim for speed this time,” I said. “The ride is going to be rough.”

  She chinned up. “I can take it rough.”

  “Can you really?” I snorted as I shot into the air, then flew at nearly maximum speed at high altitude.

  My fury gradually ebbed as her soft, warm body clung to me.

  I held her preciously against me, wondering why I couldn’t stay mad at her for long. I hadn’t cared about anyone before, but Rose—Rose had become my only weakness.

  Dusk started to recede from the horizon.

  I was reluctant to let her go, but I had to return her to the king’s palace.

  The deaths of Victoria’s soldiers might have reached Atlantis already; the king, by now, must have realized how long the princess had been absent.

  With Rose in my arms, I vowed to bring her to the safe shore while riding the dark storms.

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  THE EMPRESS OF MYSTH 6: ANGEL’S MATE

  PRINCE SETH

  The safest way to hide Rose was to ship her to my secret planet Valhalla.

  My spaceship would be waiting on the other side of the Earth portal.

  I’d considered taking the Forbidden Glory, but the Lord of All Angels could also command the Glory. I hadn’t found a way to turn it against him. And if I stole the Glory, he would hunt Rose and me to the end of the universe.

  I wouldn’t want that kind of life for her—forever on the run and always looking over her shoulder.

  Without taking possession of the Forbidden Glory, my running away with Rose would piss off my father and make him go after me for a while, but the hunt would eventually stop.

  Now was good for Rose to take off. Agro wasn’t in town. The pompous king had left for Babylon to end its free governing. He also joined his army to smother the sparks of the Dragonian rebels to show his mighty force and make sure they wouldn’t come to harass his wedding ceremony, which was three days away.

  The rulers of the conquered nations had all gathered in Atlantis. All sorts of Earth species milled around in the city in a hedonistic mood. Earthling mortals had short lifespans and shorter memories. They’d forgotten how we had conquered them and that they were forever second class beings in the city of the angels.

  But the chaos of their presence and activities would provide good cover for Rose to depart Atlantis.

  She had sent two-thirds of her courtiers back to Mysth, using her charm to convince Agro that they would accompany her emperor father to Atlantis for their wedding. Agro had no idea that his ‘bride’ was executing a retreat. He was pondering when to inform her of the change of date for their wedding.

  It wouldn’t come to that. I would have gotten Rose far away from him by then.

  I would talk to Rose after a nap. I hadn’t slept much lately, worried as I was for my lamb and busy planning our escape.

  At high noon I returned to my quarters in the golden tower.

  Then I scented her—jasmine of the night sublimely weaving into her natural pheromones.

  My nostrils flared and my heart leapt. I strode into my bedchamber.

  Rose leaned in bed, reading a book.

  She wore black lingerie that stressed her generous breasts. Its hem barely reached her enticing golden thighs, and she wasn’t wearing any panties.

  She glanced up at me through her thick lashes, a sensual smile ghosting over her pink lips. She returned to her reading, pretending to be oblivious to the provokingly erotic view she presented.

  The blood roared in my veins. My dick sprang to full size inside my trousers and pushed against the fabric, seeking a way out.

  I was at the bedside in an instant. Then I put her on my lap.

  She didn’t protest or resist, like she’d usually done, but threw her arms around my neck. Tossing her elegant head back a little, she gazed up at me, heat ablaze in her whiskey-colored eyes.

  For the first time her face was open as all inhibition had departed from her.

  Her unfaltering desire for me made my blood boil, and I wouldn’t ask the stupid question, “Are you sure?” I wouldn’t give her time to think it over.

  I, the High Prince of All Angels, who had never yielded to any female, was ready to hand over my control to her, mostly because I’d been burning in the hell of lust.

  I threaded my fingers into her lustrous hair and crushed her against me. My mouth came down on hers, raw and hard and hungry.

  Rose widened her eyes at my roughness.

  She had only herself to blame for starving me too long.

  But I was an angel, not a total beast. So I pulled back a little to prevent my teeth from crashing onto her soft lips.

  My mouth slanted over hers. I tried to be gentle, but I couldn’t get enough of her. My male instinct urged me to brand her. I kissed her harder and deeper.

  I didn’t want to scare her with this degree of intensity, but Skies, I couldn’t slow down. I couldn’t tone it down.

  I wanted her. I wanted all of her now.

  Rose gasped at my ferocity, then kissed me back with equal fierceness.

  She didn’t mind this savage part of me!

  She grabbed my hair to hold me in place and opened her mouth in invitation. As my tongue charged inside, hers was quick to meet mine. She matched my fire with hers, which was no less hot.

  That pleased me to no end. My Rose had awoken as well.

  She tasted as sweet as honeysuckle, her scent haunted me like my long-forgotten home, and her desire for me was the wild singing wind.

  My type of girl.

  A moan escaping from the back of her throat sent me to a new fever pitch.

  I grabbed her breast.

  I needed to rip her clothes off. I wanted nothing between us, and my cock wanted to be inside her now.

  Angles were both a savage and refined species. The refined side warned me to be civilized with her. If I acted too roughly, I might turn her off, even though she welcomed my savage self for the moment. But being tender and patient proved to be a hell of a task when the dam had opened, when all I wanted was a quick fuck first.

  My hand kneaded her tit as my tongue fucked hers wildly. I moved my hand from her breast to her plump pussy.

  She was wet, her scent unbearably erotic. I needed to kiss her down there and twirl my tongue inside to taste her thoroughly and solicit her sweet juice.

  I broke from the kiss, and Rose tried to pull me back, not gently.

  I let out a low chuckle. My Rose was no longer ice, but the wildest fire burning through all.

  My fingers stroked her soft, shivering folds as my thumb rubbed her clitoris in circles. She let out a cry of pleasure and spread her legs wider.

  Before I went further with her, I had to make sure. “Has anyone seen you coming here?” And I was amazed that I had the presence of mind to remember to ask her that, but her safety was more important than my pleasure.

  She tried to slow her breathing. “Femi put glamour on me, so whoever saw me would think I was someone else.” She added with a sly smile. “You’ve been entertaining females lately. It wouldn’t be a shock if anyone saw another female enter your suite.”

  “But you look just like you,” I said
. “If I can see through your glamour, others might as well.”

  “The glamour fell off right before you came in,” she said. “When I’m ready to leave, it’ll come back up. Femi will take care of that.”

  I was still worried. “What if the king’s guards find out you aren’t in your chamber?”

  “My double is taking a nap in my suite right now. The guards were ordered not to disturb Her Highness.”

  “In that case, I wish Her Highness a good, long nap.”

  I laid my Rose in bed, ready to fuck her.

  The princess stared up at me, her lips parted, her breath uneven, and her eyes bright.

  My trembling hands fell on her lingerie. I meant to remove it gently, yet it came off in two pieces in my hands. The fabric was just too damn frail. The good thing was that Rose didn’t mind my being too eager.

  I threw the torn lingerie on the floor on top of the white gown she’d shed earlier and swiftly shoved off my weapons, belt, shirts, and trousers.

  Staring at my naked form, the princess inhaled sharply. The weight of her gaze made my blood race and my cock twitch above her face. Her eyes roamed over my torso, then fixed on my male member. I watched her lick her full lips.

  I wanted them to suck it before I shoved my aching cock into her moist heat. I wanted to do so many things to her, all at once.

  I decided to taste her first to quench my eon of thirst. I lifted her hips up. The next, my mouth fell on the plump lids of her sex. Her scent became the thickest, filling my nostrils and making me abandon all reason.

  I was planning to kiss her tenderly and savor her slowly, at least at first, but now that the hunger had taken over and spurred me, I had no mind or will to be civilized.

  I kissed her lovely pussy savagely.

  Rose moaned louder. Her thighs jerked at my attack, then she leaned up to grab my hair.

  I slid my tongue inside her satin flesh and thrust as far as I could go through her small, pinkish opening. As my tongue twirled inside her tightness, she cried my name and propelled her hips forward.

  I pinned her and withdrew my tongue.

  “No, Seth, no!” she protested vehemently and commanded, “Do more.”