Solstice Seduction

by Bronwyn Green

  "Please,” she breathed as she tugged at his shoulders, urging him closer. “I need you."

  Shoving off his jeans, he slipped his arm beneath her waist and surged onto the bench of the couch with her. The head of his cock hovered outside her dewy entrance. Despite the fact he'd met her no more than a few hours ago, he felt like he'd been waiting for her his entire, endless life.

  Emerson stared at the man who lay cradled between her legs. If she stopped to think about the situation, she'd likely freak out. She needed him inside her. Now. Sliding her hands along his sides, she grasped his ass and urged him forward. Bracing his hands on either side of her head, he surged into her body. She cried out as she struggled to adjust to him. The tiny bit of discomfort was worth the feeling of having him buried within her.

  His eyes fluttered shut, and his arms shook as if he fought to hold himself motionless. “I don't want to move,” he gritted out. “You feel so damn good. So hot and tight. God, Em,” he groaned as he pushed deeper.

  Her pussy rippled around his thick cock. Apparently nothing was spared when it came to the perfection of angels. All semblance of thought vanished as he slowly withdrew from the clasp of her body. Bracing her feet on the cushions she lifted her hips and met his next advance.

  Sliding a hand over her chest, he plumped her breast and bowed his head to take her nipple into his mouth. Sucking greedily, he fucked her in time with the rhythmic pulls on her breast. Her need for him coiled deep in her womb, and every fierce thrust wound her a little bit tighter.

  "Harder,” she demanded. “Fuck me, harder!"

  His eyes darkened, reminding her of thunderheads. “It's not hard enough for you, Em?"

  She shook her head.

  In a movement too fast for her to register, he'd pulled free from her body and dragged her off the couch. Facing her toward the cushions and nudging her knees apart, he placed his hand in the middle of her back and shoved. She sprawled face first and her pussy clenched in needy anticipation. Nervous energy built in her middle as he stroked the blunt head of his arousal up and down her cleft. She loved the feel of it grazing her agonised flesh, but she needed more.

  "Please, Taliesin,” she moaned.

  Reaching around her, he brushed his thumb over her clit. “Please what? I want to hear you say it."

  "Fine.” Looking over her shoulder, she met his gaze. “I want you to fuck me. Hard."

  His smile was almost feral as he grasped her hips. The smile vanished completely the moment he drove himself into her aching cunt. Cupping her mound, he played with her clit, sliding his fingers to caress where they were joined. The combination of his cock and fingers was maddening as he brought her to the edge of release over and over only to leave her dangling there.

  Stretching across the seat, she hung on to the back of the cushion as he pounded into her—his strokes measured, even and deep. At least, they were for a while. She slammed her hips into his, grinding against him as he fucked her. He filled her like no other man had ever come close to doing. If she believed in nonsense like fate, she might have thought he was made for her. Of course, maybe he was—after all he was an angel.

  Dragging his free hand up and down her spine, he chased away any remaining thoughts she might have had. He fisted his hand in the hair at the nape of her neck and leaned forward, his breath rasping across her cheek. “You're mine, Em."

  He chanted her name like a dark prayer as their bodies met and parted. The wet slap of his balls against her flesh sent sharps jolts of pleasure through her cunt as he shafted her harder. Each driving lunge pushed her closer to her peak. Her pussy rippled around him and she knew it wouldn't be much longer.

  Taliesin must have sensed it too. He plucked at her clit and all sensation started and ended with his pistoning cock and his clever fingers. The coiled urgency within her twisted and pulled until it finally snapped and spread like fire through her body. A primal scream tore from her lungs only to be muffled by his hand. A fresh rush of cream coated his shaft as he continued to plough into her, and she contracted almost violently around him. Who knew restraint could be so arousing?

  He loosened his grip slightly as her cries faded to whimpers. “I love the way you scream for me,” he groaned. “Later, when we're out of here, you can yell as loud as you like.” He let go of her hair and locked his arm around her waist. “But right now, I think we still need this."

  Pushing her tightly to the couch, he picked up the pace again. Each thrust rubbed her sensitised clit against the soft fabric of the cushion, and she cried out. Grateful for his hand over her mouth, she gave in to the bliss of his cock surging through her swollen channel. The overwhelming contractions raced through her body, holding him almost immobile for a moment before he pushed deeper still and shuddered. On a tortured groan, he pulsed hot and heavy inside her.

  Boneless and utterly satisfied, she couldn't bring herself to move from where she lay flopped on the couch. Still buried to the hilt, Taliesin covered her with his body, sliding his hands down her arms to lace his fingers with hers where they lay limply on the cushion.

  "Does this facility handle addictions?” he muttered.

  She rubbed her face against the fabric of the couch and tried to get her foggy mind to work. “Yes ... why?"

  Nuzzling her, he buried his face against her neck. “Because I've developed an unhealthy addiction for a certain red-head."

  Feeling happier than she could remember feeling in years, she laughed. “Dork."

  Withdrawing from her body, he pulled her to lay on the couch with him. She reached for the afghan draped across the back, the one her gram knitted for her clients to use just in case someone took a chill and dragged it over his or her body. Wouldn't gram be surprised if she knew how it was being used today?

  Taliesin stroked her face and dropped tender kisses on her upturned lips as she tried to make sense of the insanity of the situation. She'd just had the most amazing sex of her life with a client ... well, a former client since he was right, he really didn't belong there. And he didn't belong there because he was an angel, of all things. Well, a fallen angel, she amended. It was almost too much to be believed and yet, how could she not believe him after the things he'd shown her? And all things considered, he didn't belong in a mental hospital.

  "How long have you been on earth?” she asked, curiosity getting the better of her. She should be arranging his discharge, but instead, she was quizzing him.

  His brow furrowed as he thought about it. “Since shortly before the time of Christ. When I was first exiled, I ended up in what's now known as Wales. A woman named Cerridwen cared for my wounds and taught me the language of her people."

  Emerson couldn't help but wonder what else this woman had taught him. Pushing her jealousy aside, she focused on the present. And the present involved the hottest man she'd ever known staring adoringly into her eyes while he worshipped every inch of her body. Too bad it was only temporary. He had the world at his fingertips. Why would he want to stay in small town Michigan? Geez Emerson. Get a grip. Just because he fucked your brains out doesn't mean he's interested in picking out furniture together.

  "I stayed there a long time, but eventually, I had to move on.” His eyes took on a faraway look that twisted her heart. “After a while, people start wondering why they're growing old and you're not."

  It was clear he didn't form more than a passing bond with humans. What would be the point? The relationship would be over in the blink of an eye. Her breath caught in her throat at the sensation of loss she hadn't expected to feel. She had no business thinking of him in any sort of permanent framework. Brushing his hair from his eyes, she met his gaze and wondered if she'd signed up for him too. If so, she was in for more heartache.

  He shrugged. “Vampires and were-creatures have the same problem."

  "Vampires? Were-creatures?” She blinked a few times waiting for him to take it back, but he didn't. “You're not joking, are you?"

  "You've probably had contact with several
of them over your life time."

  She frowned. Well, wasn't that comforting? Reality came thundering back. Despite the magic of this brief interlude, she still needed to deal with the here and now. And her present life didn't involve vampires or fallen angels.

  Taliesin smoothed her hair out of her face and smiled down at her. “I could get used to this,” he murmured as he leaned in to kiss her

  Yeah. So could she. That was the problem.

  She sank into his kiss, into the heat of his body loving his comforting weight against her, pressing her into the couch. Wrapping her arms around his neck, her fingertips brushed across the horribly scarred skin where his wings had been removed. He flinched slightly at her touch.

  "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you,” she murmured.

  "It's okay."

  "Why didn't your healing ability work?"

  "An angelic weapon was used. I guess they wanted to make sure I remembered I was being punished.” He smiled depreciatively. “It doesn't hurt too much anymore. It's more like an uncomfortable reminder of what was."

  "You miss heaven,” she said. It wasn't a question.

  Taliesin gazed at the woman in his arms. “I do, but there are some things that make up for the loss.” He pulled her closer. “You're one of them,” he murmured.

  She smiled, but he could tell her heart wasn't in it. She didn't believe him.

  "You don't have to drag out the lines on my account,” she said lightly. “Or worry that I think this is more than what it is.” She trailed her fingers along his chest. “I get that you're not staying.” She pushed at his chest. “In fact, I should get your discharge papers in order. You don't belong here."

  He was beginning to think that maybe he did—not in the hospital but with her. For endless moments, he stared into her eyes. Sudden desire had darkened them to the indigo of the night sky and he wanted to fall into their depths and lose himself forever. An odd sensation expanded throughout his chest as he stared at Emerson, and then he realised what it was. Joy. Even before he'd fallen, he couldn't remember experiencing this kind of elation. He'd certainly been happy, he wouldn't deny that, but this was something else entirely. What he'd felt before was a shadow compared to this.

  Worry flared at the edges of his consciousness. She was human. He was immortal. Perhaps this was his true punishment. Now that he finally found someone who touched the cold places inside of him, he wouldn't be able to stay with her for more than forty or fifty measly years. If he was lucky. Was that what Gabriel meant by “heed what you're to learn?” Was he supposed to learn that true happiness was fleeting and to make the most of what he had? As far as lessons went, it was pretty pedantic. No matter what, he wanted as much time with Emerson as he could get.

  "What are your plans for the rest of the night?” he blurted.

  She looked at him sceptically for a moment and then shrugged. “I'm not sure. Go home, maybe make some dinner, read for a while."

  "Change of plans,” he announced.

  Chapter Three

  Emerson raised a perfect red brow in question and she opened her mouth to protest.

  He laid a finger over her tempting lips. “Come with me Just for tonight,” he amended. He wanted her with him a hell of a lot longer than tonight, but something told him she wasn't ready to hear that. He swallowed a sigh. Even if she was, she didn't have an endless life to while away as he waited for forgiveness that would likely never come.

  What if he did obtain forgiveness? Would he be whisked away to heaven never to be with her again? If that was the case, maybe he'd stay right here.

  "What did you have in mind?” she asked before she drew the tip of his finger between her lips and swirled her tongue around it, distracting him from his thoughts.

  Staring into his eyes, she sucked hard, and he wished her lips were wrapped around his cock instead. He hardened rapidly, jutting against her hip.

  The corners of her mouth quirked slightly as she tried to hide her smile. Releasing his finger, she waited expectantly.

  Right. She'd asked a question. Sliding a hand over the curve of her hip and across the taut flesh of her quivering belly, he grinned at her. “Come with me and find out."

  Reaching between their bodies she took hold of his cock and slid her hand up and down his length, gently caressing and squeezing. “Are you sure you wouldn't rather stay here?"

  He lowered his head and caught her lower lip between his teeth. Nipping slightly before releasing her, he soothed the tiny injury with a swipe of his tongue. “I think we've got time for both."

  Slipping her free hand behind his neck, she pulled him closer and kissed him. She slid her tongue into his mouth and tasted him thoroughly as her nipples hardened against his chest. He loved the way she writhed against him like she couldn't get close enough. He knew the feeling. Despite the fact he'd just been locked within the tight, wet heat of her body, he wanted to be back there again.

  Breaking from her kiss, he nipped along her collarbone to her sternum and downward between the valley of her luscious breasts to tease the sensitive undersides with his lips and teeth. Her back arched, and she released his cock bringing both hands to his head trying to drag his attention to her pebbled nipples. He blew on the tight flesh watching as goose bumps raced across her skin and she shivered beneath him.

  "Don't make me keep you locked in here,” she threatened.

  He drew one of the hardened buds into his mouth, feeling the delicate flesh crinkle further against his tongue. His cock jerked at her response and he felt his pre-cum drip against her belly. A shudder of desire ran through her at the sensation. He released her nipple and replaced his mouth with his fingers, continuing to tug and pull at her tight flesh. “That would be such a hardship,” he murmured. “Staying here, with you would be...” He lightly pinched her nipple, smiling at her strangled cry. “Pure, unmitigated torture,” he finished.

  Scowling at him, she tugged at his waist, trying to urge him to lie between her spread legs. Like he needed any urging. He slipped between the satin skin of her thighs, groaning as the head of his cock grazed her slick pussy—the entrance to heaven. The metaphor was probably bordering on blasphemy, but it wouldn't be the first time and he sincerely doubted it would be the last. Besides, it was true. He'd begun to think of her as his salvation.

  Emerson lifted her hips and pushed against him. He was lost. Holding her gaze, he sank into her beautiful cunt. Slowly, he withdrew, shuddering as her body clutched at him. Groaning, he surged forward as her internal muscles clenched and released around his shaft. She tangled her hands in his hair and wrapped her legs around his waist, locking him to her like a vice. There was nothing better on this earth than being wrapped in her exquisite heat.

  He stared into her wild eyes and rocked against her. Unable to hold back, his thrusts deepened as he drove himself into her over and over. Fierce tremors wracked her body as she neared her peak. Fearing her desperate sounding cries would bring building security down on them, he captured her mouth, swallowing her screams of ecstasy. She tumbled over the edge as her orgasm hit her—hard. She stiffened and milked his cock, drawing on him until he thought he'd explode.

  Wanting to extend her release as long as possible, he shoved into her, filling her, burying himself again and again. Pleasure streaked up his spine, so intense it bordered on pain as it constricted his balls pulling them up tight. Each time they slapped her wet pussy she cried out and it was all he could do not to let go completely.

  Breaking free of his mouth, she sank her teeth into his neck and shoulder as she came again. He gathered her closer. She shook so hard he thought she'd come apart in his arms. Her breathless cries stoked his hunger and roared though his blood. He couldn't hold back any longer and release ripped through him. He pumped unrelentingly as he filled her in shuddering gushes.

  Taliesin panted for breath as he rested his forehead against Emerson's. “You're going to be the death of me."

  With a trembling hand, she pushed the hair from his
eyes. “Yeah, right."

  Joy filled him as he stared at the woman in his arms. How had he gone centuries without experiencing this sensation? The answer was simple—he hadn't known Emerson.

  Her stomach growled loudly and he felt the vibration against his own. Unable to stop the ridiculously huge grin that spread across his face, he nuzzled her neck. “That's what happens when you ogle clients instead of eating your supper."

  "Whatever.” She tried not to smile, but she hadn't been able to keep the amusement from her voice.

  Easing from her body, he pulled her to a standing position. “Let's go.” He rubbed his stomach. “It seems I've worked up an appetite, too."

  * * * *

  Emerson willed her hand to stop shaking as she laid the papers on her supervisor's desk. There was a good chance she'd get in trouble for not following protocol come Monday morning, but right now she didn't care. She wanted Taliesin out of here where she wouldn't have to worry about his secret getting out.

  She walked him to the release area and handed the orderly a copy of the forms she'd filled out and Taliesin had signed.

  The young man at the desk scanned the papers, confusion in his eyes. She smiled broadly hoping to allay his concerns. “Would you get this gentleman his coat? I'm hoping he'll be out of here in time to catch the last bus home."

  The orderly nodded as he checked the patient number and went into the locked room where client belongings were stored. A few moments later he returned with Taliesin's wallet, shoelaces and coat then handed them over one at a time. After putting the wallet in his back pocket, Taliesin knelt and quickly laced his shoes. His shirt rode up a little as he switched feet. She noticed a flash of his perfectly muscled back and her mouth went dry. Despite the hot, frantic sex they'd had, she hadn't gotten enough of him yet. When he stood, she handed his coat to him, trying to appear unconcerned as he slipped it on. Sure he'd said he'd meet her in the parking lot of the Taco Bell down the street, but she couldn't help but wonder if this would be the last time she'd see him.