by Mandy Lee
“Are you sure?” she whispered.
“Abso-fucking-lutely.” B’s eyes smouldered as he leaned down to give her a scorching kiss.
Mara felt her stomach flip-flop as B took her mouth with a force of desire that matched her own. She wrapped her arm around him, pulling him as close as she was able. Lying there beside him, her hips arched toward his. She slid her leg up to wrap around his hips, locking his body to hers with her inhuman strength. Mara felt B’s hand slide into her hair, his fingers setting off decadent shivers where they slid along her scalp. Her moan seemed to spur him on, his hips jacking forward as he pressed himself against her. His grip in her hair tightened as he pulled her closer, his tongue duelling with hers as they writhed together on the bed. Breaking their kiss, B moved his head down to Mara’s collarbone, nipping gently as he moved up her neck to her jugular. He licked her lightly over the vein, and then bit down. Mara moaned. B reached up and covered her mouth with his hand. He lifted his face over hers, chuckling silently as he motioned for her to be very quiet. Mara raised her head and her eyes followed his finger that pointed to the closed door and the murmuring voices beyond. He leaned back down and nipped her lower lip playfully. Mara swatted at him gently and smiled, her two sharp white incisors had descended. He reached out and touched the point of one fang with the tip of his finger. Mara’s eyes began to swirl with a mixture of red and gold, both turned on and hungry, as she sucked the tip of his finger into her mouth. She twirled her tongue around it, looking deep in his eyes with a hunger that made him hard as a titanium rod. Leaning her head back, his finger slid out of her mouth with a pop.
B groaned quietly and whispered. “Woman, you’re going to kill me before we even get started.”
Mara gave him a delightfully evil smile as she reached down and grabbed his ass, pulling him even tighter against her aching body. B reached down and began popping the buttons of her shirt open one by one, licking the skin he revealed button by button. He locked eyes with her as he passed the valley between her breasts and made his way down her taut belly to dip his tongue into her navel. Mara bit down on her lower lip, her fangs flashing ivory as he licked his way further down to the waistline of her jeans. B flashed her a wicked look as he flipped the top button of her jeans open and drew down the zipper ever so slowly. He crawled onto his knees with catlike grace, straddling Mara’s legs as he slid his hands up her body to her hips. He grasped the waist of her open jeans and slid them down her legs, never losing eye contact. When the material hit her knees, she shimmied them off, wiggling under him until she was able to toe them off her feet. B reached down and flipped open her shirt to reveal the black lacy bra that matched her black thong. He covered her body with his, taking one of her nipples into his mouth through the black lace. Mara’s breath hitched as her back arched up toward his mouth.
As he teased her breasts with his mouth, B slid one hand up her leg toward the lace covering the juncture of her thighs. He slipped his fingers between her legs and felt the wet heat that had pooled there. Mara made a tiny whimper as he began to rub her gently, allowing the material to provide extra friction. Her hips jerked up, seeking a firmer contact that he denied, lifting his head from her breast to give her a tiny evil smile.
“Please,” Mara whispered.
B shook his head. “Not yet.”
“You suck,” she whispered back.
He chuckled. “Not yet.”
B slipped his fingers under the elastic of her panties. He could feel the heat radiating from her body. He bent his head back down to swirl his tongue around her nipple again as he slowly slid his fingers along her core. Her body wept for his touch as he stroked her slowly, her hips rising and falling in time with the movement of his hand. He glanced up to see her head thrown back on the pillow as she whimpered quietly. B had never taken the time to please any of the women he’d been with before. It had always been all about him, his issues, and his experience. With Mara he wanted everything to be all about her. Seeing her body shiver with pleasure was better than anything he’d experienced before. He slid a finger into her tight channel. Mara cried out before silencing herself. He locked eyes with her as he began to slide his finger in and out, pressing down on her clit with the pad of his thumb. Her hips jerked up and down as she made love to his hand, grabbing at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.
B felt Mara getting close to orgasm. Her channel pulsed and clenched around his finger. He slid his hand away. Without breaking eye contact, he raised his glossy finger to his lips and licked it clean. He shivered as he tasted her, and he knew he wanted more. He reached down and grabbed the flimsy lace. With a sharp jerk, he tore it free of her body, exposing her to his view. There was something supremely erotic about Mara, lying there in a black bra, the rest of her body exposed to his gaze. B slid down her body and hooked one of her legs over his shoulder. Mara writhed in anticipation.
“I’ve never done this before,” B whispered. “You’ll have to tell me if I’m doing it wrong.” His face flushed with embarrassment.
Mara shook her head. “You won’t do it wrong.”
B looked at her core and licked his lips. This was definitely something he was going to enjoy. He wedged his shoulders in, hiking her leg up farther to make room. Leaning in, he nuzzled her gently before tasting her. He was immediately intoxicated. He licked up her slit, swallowing down her essence. B closed his eyes in rapture. When he opened them, they connected immediately with Mara’s. Her eyes were now pure molten gold, a sure sign that her sexual hunger had overtaken her blood lust.
Spurred on by her reaction…and the intoxicating smell and taste of her…B dove in, burying his tongue in her folds. He slid his fingers back inside as he licked and sucked on her tight bud. He kept his eyes on Mara’s the entire time, having her watch him as he pleasured her had him lit up like a fuse. He ground his hips into the mattress, unable to keep himself from moving with the rhythm of his fingers and tongue. The zipper on his pants bit into his erection, the tiny sharp pain the only thing keeping him from coming. Mara’s channel pulsed around his fingers as she got closer to release. She reached between her legs and grasped the back of his head, pulling him closer as he tongued her. Her body shook as her orgasm began to take over. She twisted her head to the side to bite the pillow, stifling her cry.
“I can’t take any more.” She whimpered.
B didn’t listen. He was relentless, clamping his free arm down over her belly, he kept going, licking and sucking her as she wriggled under him. Her juices flowed as he continued, pushing her higher. He swallowed her down as he moved his fingers faster inside of her. He felt her tightening around him again, and began flicking her nub with his tongue, faster and faster until she cried out softly, clamping her hands to his head to hold him in place as her pleasure overtook her.
Mara flopped back on the pillows. B crawled back up her body, tucking a stray red curl behind her ear as he smiled down at her.
“So? Was that okay?” he asked.
Mara chuckled. “If that was any more okay I think my heart would have started beating again. You’re definitely a fast learner, sir.”
B gave her a cocky smile. “We’re just getting started, darling.”
“I was hoping you’d say that,” Mara said with a wink. “I’d like to return the favour.”
“Oh, no. Not this time.” B slipped off the bed and stood.
Mara pouted at him as he stood. “Where are you going?”
B didn’t answer; he just slowly dragged down the pyjama pants he'd borrowed from Sergei, his erection sprang out quite impressively as soon as it was freed from its confines. He slid the pants down his legs, stepping out of them, and kicking them across the room. He stood before her for a moment, sliding his hand down his belly to grasp his erection. The hunger in her eyes was primal; he couldn’t wait any longer. Without a word he crawled across the bed, using his knees to part Mara’s legs as he settled his body in between them. She raised her hips and slid her slick channel along
his rock hard cock. B’s hips jerked forward and he groaned low in his throat. Mara went to reach down and B grabbed onto her wrists, pinning her arms above her head gently on the pillow. He positioned his hips so the head of his cock was snug against her opening. He pushed his hips forward slightly, breaching her body. B groaned, dropping his head into the crook of Mara’s shoulder. Her tight heat enveloped him, squeezing along his length with an erotic pressure that drove him wild. Mara sighed as his full length entered her. B’s hips began to piston back and forth, his control snapping as he made love to his woman.
“Feed,” he whispered in her ear.
Turning her head into his neck, she licked along his jugular. B shuddered, tiny electric shocks of pleasure exploded, setting off aftershocks that spread throughout his body like mini orgasms. Every touch felt like a bolt of lightning striking him in the heart, breaking it open for her. He felt her fangs slide into his skin, and the tiny pop of the vein being punctured. He was falling into an abyss of pure pleasure. His skin was sensitized beyond anything he could ever have imagined as they moved together, his pelvis brushing against her tight bud with every powerful thrust. After centuries of exile he’d found his way back to Heofon through this woman. He wanted to stay in this bed with her for the rest of time. He felt Mara’s fingers scrape against his scalp as she held his head still with one hand, taking in his lifeblood as he gave her pleasure. B felt her free her other hand from his grasp to travel down his chest, past his sigil, down his abs and belly to touch herself as he slid in and out of her. B felt himself getting closer; he heard Mara’s tiny noises of pleasure as she swallowed him down.
Her fangs slid out of his neck and her tongue swiped sensuously over the puncture as her channel began to pulse again. She stifled a cry next to his ear. B felt electric tingles shoot up and down his spine as he came. The aftershocks just kept on going until B felt like his heart was going to explode in his chest.
As the erotic storm subsided, B rolled over to Mara’s side so he wouldn’t crush her with his weight. He turned his head on the pillow, facing his woman, and revelling in her expression of bliss. Mara reached over and ran her fingers through the hair at his temple lovingly. Her irises were swimming crimson, gold, and emerald green. She gave him a small, peaceful smile, and edged over to lay her head down on his chest over his sigil, her arm snaked around him, holding him close. No words were necessary; they were both in absolutely the same place, but B needed to say it out loud.
He kissed the fiery mass of curls on the top of her head. “I love you,” he whispered.
The greatest sense of peace he’d ever felt washed over him as he closed his eyes.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Sergei stood alone in the darkness of the balcony gazing out at the pinpricks of light in the windows of the adjacent apartment buildings. How the hell was he going to explain this one without giving away his mysterious accomplice? He’d left the living room with no hope in sight, and now he was returning with a sparkling vial containing a miracle treatment…from a balcony…where he was presumably alone. Was there really any explanation that Sam and the guys would buy? He looked down at the tiny glass vial in his palm. It was hard to believe that such a tiny thing could contain something as powerful as the essence of Heofon.
Sergei took a deep breath and turned to open the glass slider. He drew back the curtain just enough to step back in and slid the door closed behind himself. The vial felt like it was burning a hole in his palm. Everyone was right where he’d left them, noses buried in books, Gadreel muttering to himself on the couch, and the bedroom door closed with Mara and B behind it. Sam glanced up at him as the slider clicked shut. He popped up from the armchair he’d been reading in and made his way over to Sergei.
“Any bright new ideas to try out?” Sam asked
Sergei cleared his throat, not sure what to say, there was no story he could weave that would make any sense. He simply opened his palm, showing the glittering vial to Sam — who stared down at it, his eyes as wide as saucers.
“Is that what I think it is?” Sam asked, his voice full of awe.
“Well, if you think it’s the essence of Heofon, then yes.” Sergei replied, praying that the next questions weren’t going to be about where he got it.
Sam’s gloved hand stretched forward toward the vial before drawing back suddenly. “I can’t believe it!” He shook his head. “It’s been centuries since I’ve seen this…not since before my fall.”
“It’s pretty incredible, isn’t it?” Sergei gave Sam a small smile. “It must have been amazing in Heofon.”
Sam shook his head wistfully. “You have no idea. But where did you…?”
Before he had a chance to finish his question, the sparkling vial drew the attention of the other fallen. Al and Bill jumped up from their seats and raced over, desperate to get close to a tiny piece of their former home. It was as though they were drawn to the vial’s contents by a force beyond their control.
“Yo, Amir. Come over here and take a look at this shit. Bet you’ve never seen anything like it.” Bill shouted over to the Jinn.
Amir glanced over and visibly shuddered. “Sorry, boys. I think I’ll keep my demon ass safe over here—that shit might make me break out in hives.”
“Dude, you are fucking brilliant!” Al exclaimed, clapping Sergei on the back. “When in Sheol did you summon the angels? And how the fuck did you get them to land on your narrow-ass balcony?” He shook his head and waved it off. “Never mind, I don’t give a shit…just brilliant!”
“No kidding!” Bill exclaimed. “Fucking awesome! How long will it take to cure Gadreel?”
The how’s and why’s now forgotten, Sergei took to answering the second half of the questions.
“It’s not going to cure him, guys. It’s only enough to slow the infection down.” Sergei looked around the room, connecting with each of the fallen. “It will buy us time to really find a cure.”
The guys nodded, understanding that this was, without a doubt, their best option to keep Gadreel alive. They started chatting amongst themselves about how they might be able to get more heavenly essence. It was rumored some had been hidden millennia ago by warrior angels, to be used to combat powerful demons should an apocalypse ever be triggered.
Sergei gave a silent “thank you” to whatever power made the fallen forget the bigger question of how he’d managed to get his hands on the vial. He’d have to find a way to contact the mysterious woman that was helping them, though he had no idea where to start. He could have done a locator spell if he'd had something of hers...a lock of hair, some blood. Maybe someone at The Advocate would know who she was if he described her; he’d have to look into that once this was all over.
“Come on. Let’s get this into him before the infection spreads any further.” Sergei motioned for everyone to join him over by the couch. “Do you guys mind holding him down? I’m not sure how he’ll react.”
Gadreel was still mumbling to himself about demons and evil, his head tossing and turning on the couch pillow. Al held onto his shoulders as Bill moved around to grab onto his ankles. Sam pulled out a knife and made a small incision in the middle of Gadreel's forearm, directly in the center of one of the sludgy veins. The stench of death and evil seeped out of the open wound. Sergei gagged. Breathing through his mouth, he popped open the vial and dropped the shimmering substance into Gadreel’s open vein. As the liquid hit the black ooze, Gadreel’s body jacked up off the couch. He started flopping up and down like a fish out of water, seizing, his head snapping back on the cushion with a force strong enough to break a mortal man’s neck. His teeth snapped together, his back arched so violently Sergei heard the bones in his spine snap and pop from the pressure.
“Shit!” Sam yelled as the fallen all scrambled for a better grip on their friend’s body.
As quickly as the spasms started, they ceased. Gadreel’s body crashed back down on the sofa to lie still as the dead. His breathing evened out and his face fell into a state of c
omplete relaxation for the first time in hours. The fallen released him and stepped back, staring down at him as he lay there, deep in sleep.
“Damn.” Sam whispered. “That was intense.”
They backed away slowly, dropping onto various couches and chairs one by one as the exhaustion of the past few days finally caught up with them.
“I think you guys are all due for a bit of rest.” Amir said, walking to an empty space in the room. “I’ll check in on you later. Gonna head out to my place for a change of clothes and a nap.”
“Yeah, no kidding. Thanks for your help, man.” Sam gave him a tired wave and dropped his head onto the back of the armchair he’d flopped down in. “Something tells me there won’t be much rest for the wicked.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Mara smiled as she lay nestled beside B, her head on his shoulder. She ran her index finger lightly over the angelic sigil that rested over his heart. The intricate design was unique to every angel, an outward symbol of their connection to Heofon. While he’d slept it had begun to glow with a soft gold light that was only growing brighter. B twitched beside her and suddenly burst out laughing, grabbing her hand gently and rolling them both to pin her under his body.
“Hey!” She cried out.
B smiled down at her, still chuckling. “That tickles.”
“Oh, is my angel ticklish?” she said with a naughty wink. “That’s definitely something for me to keep in mind in future.”
He leaned down and gave her a quick peck on the lips. “I like the sound of that.”
“What? Being tickled as torture?” she asked.
“No,” he smiled down at her. “I like the sound of a future, even if it’s a future where you’ll tickle torture me.”
Mara gazed up at him and saw the love in his eyes. “Me too,” she said softly. Reaching up, she snaked her hand around the back of his neck and drew his head down to whisper in his ear. “FYI, you snore.”