Archangels Creed Box Set 1-3

by Azure Boone

  She gasped when his fingers grazed her short pubic hair. Troy's hot breath heated her leg and worry filled his brow as he opened his mouth wider and gently bit the muscle just inside her knee all while those fingers continued to explore the entire shape of her limb, slowing to a snail crawl when it neared her privates. Like he wanted to go further but wasn't quite ready yet. He was making her crazy with need she'd never felt before.

  Troy groaned and lowered to the floor on his knees and Devyn lifted her head to see why. The vague worry that he was stopping for prayer dissolved when he slid his hands up both her thighs. He moved closer until her shins touched his chest and he nudged her legs apart.

  Oh God. She was so not used to such gentleness.

  Locking his gaze on hers, he stroked along her thighs. Goosebumps covered her flesh, making her nipples tighter. Troy's gaze dropped to the rapid rise and fall of her breasts and the desperate look that came over his face made Devyn whimper acknowledgement of the level of his restraint. He suddenly stroked over her hips and wrapped his hands about her waist. Before she could wonder over the firm purpose in his fingers, he pulled her to him in one smooth move.

  Devyn gasped, not altogether sure what he had in mind. Surely not what she thought. Surely…

  Troy's head lowered between her legs and Devyn clenched her eyes. She'd had oral sex once, and it wasn't all that. Really more embarrassing and uncomfortable than anything. "You don't have to do this… I mean, it's not necessary." She barely recognized her voice without all the strength she'd meant to put in her words.

  "But I do," he whispered, stroking along the juncture at her thighs, his tone pained. "This," he dipped a finger just inside her then slid it up to her clit, "has haunted my dreams." He drew soft circles over the tight bud making Devyn moan and reach with her hips for his soft touch.

  "Troy." It was a plea to do it and never stop.

  Devyn gasped when his hands pushed against her inner thighs and spread her wide. She wanted to watch but kept her eyes shut, just feeling. He kept his fingers pressed firmly into her muscle, almost pressing her legs into the bed. Why did that feel so damn good?

  A strobe of warmth touched her clit. "Oh God." The warmth of his tongue circled the hard bundle of nerves and flowed back over the tip like a slow moving shower of heat. Devyn clutched the covers and bucked her hips under the assault of pleasure.

  She felt his finger at her entrance, creating tiny circles before he eased it inside her in increments. Using only a quarter of his finger, he slowly moved it in and out of her, keeping up with those fluttering strobes on her clit. Oh God, so hot.

  Devyn began to mewl softly when Troy moved that one finger faster in and out of her, just inside her opening. How could that feel so good? Was this what he'd done in that dream of his? Mmm, what else?

  Desire sang in her veins and made her raise her head to watch the magic Troy worked in her body. She wasn't a looker, she was an eye-shutter, never wanting to see the reality of who she was. But as she gazed at Troy's face between her legs, the crescent of dark lashes on his flawless skin, her mouth opened in delicious awe.

  As though sensing her eyes on him, he raised his. When their gazes locked, his fingers dug into her thighs and he placed his entire mouth on her pussy. His eyes slowly shut while he moved his lips between hers in the most tender, passionate kiss.

  The urge to see more brought her up on her elbows. Troy's tongue swirled over her clit while his lips remained soft inside hers. She gave several consecutive gasps mixed with moans as he created lava with such silky motions. "Troy, yes." He groaned against her and his finger sank in deeper. Devyn's head fell back when his finger could go no more.

  Troy had never tasted anything so exquisite. She felt like the softest silk on his lips and tongue. And her scent and taste. He groaned against her, that foreign hunger stealing into his fingers and making them dig into the delicious muscles inside her thighs. There were no words for what her essence did to his senses. Not to mention the way she moved under his mouth and the beautiful sexy sounds she made. The combination brought out urges in him that hinted at barbaric. Not a feeling he was at all familiar with.

  And his dream. How accurate it had been. He'd known things in that dream that he'd never been taught, and yet he knew them like he knew how to breathe. He just knew. God she felt amazing inside. He explored her tight warmth with precision and curiosity, mentally mapping his discoveries.

  When his finger hit the little spongy spot he somehow knew to search for, he obeyed the instinct to rub the pad of his finger against it. Devyn's gasped response, and the frantic thrust of her hips against his mouth nearly snapped his threadbare control. The struggle to bring his desperation under control pulled a heavy growl from his throat.

  "Troy, Troy, yes." Her breathless plea left no part of him untouched, inside or out, as her sweet passion rose ever higher.

  God help him. How could her voice do that to him? Make him lose the control he'd just fought to gain. Bringing his focus back to Devyn's pleasure, he flicked his finger inside her and returned to delivering those light flutters on the little bud between her folds.

  Troy let out another groan when her fingers slid into his hair and her nails raked his scalp. His manhood throbbed painfully with every pump of her hips. She was close to what he'd done to her in that dream. The contraction of hot silk on his finger, the tremble in her thighs, the strain of her legs to be wider…all the signs were there.

  His eyes locked on her perfect breasts and the nipple calling for his attention. He slid his hand up along her tight abs and barely stroked over the tip of her nipple. She cried out and her fingers spasmed in his hair, pulling but not causing pain.

  "Oh God, Oh God yes, yes." This was it. Break for me baby. Give me your locked away dreams. They're mine.

  With one final cry, she erupted beneath his lips and around his finger, the sweet sound like nectar to his body and heart. The spasms in her limbs drove him to the edge and he fought not to release right there, groaning while he carefully moved his lips between her silky petals, mindful of the delicate pressure he knew to continue as she went to pieces under his mouth, and just after the peak of her climax. Just like he'd done in the dream. My God, what had he done to deserve this blessing? This woman?

  "Troy, yes, yes, yes." The astonished words were as silky as the now sensitive flesh under his lips. He administered butterfly kisses before sliding his tongue lower to taste the evidence of what he'd done to her, filling his hand with the firm silk of her breast.

  He finally rose to his feet, reluctant to take his mouth from her, but driven by the need to make her completely his. Devyn's pleasure-sedated eyes gazed at him, while the flush of passion made her delicate skin glow.

  Her gaze on him produced physical sensation, making his hips rock in response. She noticed his throbbing need and gasped, then bit her lower lip.

  Troy felt like a victorious warrior as he crawled over her body until their gazes were even. His thick shaft rested between her thighs and throbbed against her warmth. He clenched his eyes, willing the surge of pleasure back before it over took him.

  "That was so amazing."

  Her soft whisper came with the stroke of her fingers along his sides, again driving fire through his body and into his member. He couldn't speak, he could only breathe. His need to feel her hot silk around him was all he could think about. Reaching between them, he carefully stroked himself over her wet folds. She panted against his mouth, escalating the feral urge to demand and take what was his. Had to go slow. Be soft. Careful.

  The wise words could have been moths next to a fiery inferno. All he could think of as he stared into the wide gray eyes inches before him, was becoming one with her. Giving himself to Devyn in every way. And making her his, forever.

  The fear Troy had anticipated would bumble his performance surprisingly flared in Devyn's eyes. He lowered his lips and placed a kiss on her nose, then each cheek. He kissed the edge of her mouth.
"Why are you afraid?" he whispered.

  She bathed his lips with her nervous breaths. "I-I'm not sure. I never…"

  Remaining poised just outside of paradise had to be the hardest thing he'd ever done. He stroked over her lips with the tip of his tongue, coaxing her desire, both hands holding either side of her head. Encouraged by her whimper, he drew her lower lip into his mouth, sucking softly.

  The taste of her mouth and the stroke of her rapid breathing pulled him into another dimension that had only one purpose. He angled his lips and entered the paradise of her mouth with hunger, stroking along the edge of her tongue with his, lost to the silk of the underside and the contrasting top side. Breathless, she grasped his face between her hands and pushed her hips into his, inviting him in.

  Somehow he took the invitation like a gentleman, refusing the barbaric urge to drive hard. He pushed in barely, and both their lips opened more with the sounds of their slow joining. Their tongues danced, hungry for something neither seemed to really understand but had to have. Devyn's legs clamped his sides, pulling him in further. Troy broke the kiss and trailed rapid nips along her jaw before planting his mouth on the smooth column of her neck. Her fingers raked his scalp and her moan filled his lips and tongue. Losing the battle against the demanding desire, he sucked vigorously.

  She cried out and her fingers left his hair and dug into the muscles on his butt. And pulled hard.

  Troy's head rose with a roar at the explosion of pleasure. Unable to stop, he began pumping in and out, driven by Devyn's desperate cries of yes yes do it.

  He brought his gaze back to hers, needing to see her. Her hands held his face as she gazed at him with all the shocked pleasure in the world. Troy's jaw hardened with the fast approaching heat in his groin. He wouldn't deny it. She wanted it, he wouldn't deny her.

  Devyn met his thrusts and Troy kissed her. Kissed her right as his orgasm flooded his body. He raised his head, body locking up with the force, before moving him to its demand. Hard and fast. Devyn's cries of ecstasy came with his own roar, as wave after hot wave pumped from him into her. His thrusts began to slow and lessen until the strength left his body and he collapsed half on her, winded and dizzy while still suspended in that dimension between heaven and earth. That dimension where two souls met and became something intangible and divine.

  He became aware of Devyn's sobs and jerked his head up. "Oh God did I hurt you?"

  She wrapped her legs around him and hugged his neck tight, burying her face in his shoulder. "Wasn't supposed to be that way," she cried.

  What way? Fuck! How could something so perfect be horribly wrong to her?

  "Wasn't supposed to be the best damn thing I've ever known! How do I deserve this?"

  Before he could enjoy what her words meant, a loud roar from inside the room bolted them upright.

  Kassern.

  ****

  Kassern's angelic patience wore threadbare. He'd had no clue Devyn's orgasm would be powerful enough to break through the barrier he'd placed over the house. Who would imagine two virtual strangers could have such a strong experience? Not only that, but the reverberating energy shot clear into earth's atmosphere, literally calling all devils in the hemisphere. The best part of that bad news was Troy and Devyn's union created one hell of a spiritual explosion. For Kassern, that meant creating a kick-ass warrior. He'd chosen his couple very well, it seemed.

  Standing stark still in the center of the living room, Kassern felt the legion of devils closing in, while Troy poised at the entrance to his paradise, and the key to Kassern's power. The need to meet the demons in battle nearly overcame his common sense. He couldn't leave the couple now that the demons knew their location. Evil would attack them the moment he turned his back.

  The alternative, hurrying them along, might cost him dearly in the long run. There was an exact formula for physical pleasure, but the heart and mind of the individuals made the intensity of every binding between two people like fingerprints. Those fingerprints could change with only a thought, making the whole thing a seat-of-the-pants scenario. Nothing he wasn't used to.

  He could only pray his back-up would arrive before the demon hit-squad rang the doorbell.

  Rising energy from the bedroom started trembling along Kassern's spirit-skin. Ought to be interesting. Come on, come on. Kassern waited, listening to the escalation of pulses, feeling the end, the doorway right there, the spiritual portal opening a bit more with each heartbeat.

  Kassern geared up for heated battle, flipping the mental switch that brought his ruby armor out of concealment. Following his well-honed instincts, it formed the impenetrable seamless second skin, making him appear washed in blood. .

  His wings clinked as the primary flight feathers transformed into twelve ruby swords. When the blades became contaminated from the corrupt flesh of devils or the poison blood of demons, his holy fire would cleanse away the filth.

  Troy's roar shook the spiritual air followed by the white holy fire of a righteous man's passionate fulfillment. That would hold the demons back temporarily. No evil thing dared get in the path of such purity for fear of being eternally crippled.

  At the peak of the orgasm, Kassern produced the tool required for him to join the human realm via the divine binding. The body-length ruby staff, thin as a toothpick, glowed as Kassern flashed into the bedroom, remaining invisible for the procedure.

  He entered the intense light of the couple's passion and slammed the tip of the staff into the solid floor of white. "Tendo tertius!" He spoke a few more words in the sacred language of Heaven. Crimson fire exploded throughout the room, mixing with the brilliant glow.

  Holding tight to the vibrating staff, Kassern roared with the exchange. One-third of his angelic being entered Troy and Devyn, while one-third of their humanity flowed into him. The three became one flesh, one spirit, one being, bound together by one of God's most sacred gifts to humanity.

  Kassern had known it would hurt like hell. Downgrading was a bitch while upgrading was like a spiritual orgasm. But forming an entirely new being… Well, Kassern hadn't been sure what, exactly, that might entail, given the union's chameleon-like characteristics, all controlled by thought and mood.

  As soon as the exchange was complete and Kassern became visible in the room, Troy and Devyn scrambled for privacy.

  "Sorry to cut the afterglow short," Kassern said, winded. "Get dressed now. We've got company coming in two minutes." Unaccountably aware of their self-consciousness, Kassern turned his back.

  Troy hurried to obey, and Devyn followed suit, both more in tune to his emotions than before. First benefit of the exchange.

  "Who's coming?" Troy jerked his jeans on, wincing as the fabric encountered flesh unaccustomed to being so sensitive.

  "A legion of devils."

  As Kassern wondered in dismay exactly how to cram himself into Troy's car, the company of devils arrived. To the average human without angelic upgrades, it would have looked like a swirling dark cloud. Kassern clearly saw the cluster of nasty demons, but couldn't quite distinguish individuals. Ahh, the benefits of humanity. Accustomed to seeing their grotesque features clearly, he almost enjoyed the respite from the ugliness. The sulfuric stench of the things hadn't decreased at all, though.

  "Stay put." Kassern left the car. With every step, his ruby armor appeared. He formed his right arm into one of his favorite weapons that resembled a blood-red Uzi, only it delivered calculated blasts of angelic force with withering accuracy.

  A thought materialized his ruby staff in his left hand, ready to discharge more sustained blasts of power while his wings stirred the air upon springing forth.

  Making every second count, he opened fire on the pack. The new munitions he'd fashioned for the mission were things of beauty. Forged from varying levels of supernatural power woven together, the rounds streaked through the air in blood-red flames, flaring first gold, then dark red upon striking the target.

  He paused firing long
enough to lob a series of power-grenades toward the leaders. The compact orbs of fiery cleansing turned the sky to swirls of black and washed the second rank of demons with the blood of their brethren.

  Kassern's staff and wings deflected the barrage of annoying armor-piercing rounds filled with hell-fire. If they followed the usual pattern, their next volley would also hold brimstone.

  Preferring to avoid the painful chemical burns from the toxic substance, Kassern decided to end it before the disgusting gnats stepped up their efforts. A steady stream of golden lightening flashed from his staff, slicing through the demons without effort. The reeking horde dissolved under his assault into globs of sticky black goo that clung to the survivors.

  Finally he heard the approaching Cavalry. As the band of war angels took over, Kassern flashed into the back of the car, remembering to change from his armor to more normal clothing. Well, as normal as he could tolerate, considering human clothing was so restrictive of movement as to be dangerous. Jeans and no shirt were as normal as he cared to get at the moment. At least he'd solved the puzzle of getting into Troy's car. All that remained was to figure out what the hell to do with his knees and feet in the three inches of foot space.

  "Best be going now." Kassern settled for using the entire back seat for leg space as his couple jerked to face his sudden appearance.

  "Leave. Like now." Kassern flicked his fingers forward.

  Troy wasted no time shooting out of the driveway. "Where to?"

  Kassern sighed, resting his head against the window. Explaining every move already bothered him. "We're picking up Karly." The next phase of the transformation would allow his triumvirate, as Uriel had labeled each Archangel's unit, to communicate wordlessly. Kassern could hardly wait.