by Azure Boone
Each non-question was formed in light sing-song statements. The kind of tune that preceded shrieking and postal behavior, and judging by the alarm on the face of the beautiful man before her? Oh, yeah. He felt it.
He stood and paced. Now that couldn't be a good sign.
"How about we start with who are you?" Sally tilted her head in her best impression of a TV shrink.
He paused and faced her like he was glad for such an easy question. "I'm Dorn."
She raised her brows, encouraging him to go on and tell her something besides his damn name.
No such luck.
"Dorn," she repeated, dry irritation coming through. "I'm inclined to think you're an angel, but your inability to answer simple questions tells me no. But you did do some pretty inhuman things back there so, you must be something and I'd like to know what, I mean I think I'm entitled to know—"
"Archangel." He threw the word lightning fast as though to put out a fire.
Sally's mouth remained open with silenced ranting. "So the demon dude wasn't lying," she finally said, not hiding her flabbergasted shock.
"For once, no."
She sort of fell back entirely against the couch and looked around unseeing. "This can't be real, I mean, I must be…hallucinating, I must be still at the convent. Drugged." She looked at him, feeling like he were a very real apparition. "I'm still there, aren't I and this is a dream? You're just a dream, a fantasy because I want to be free." She sucked in her breath, widening her eyes. "I'm about to die, aren't I? You're like the light at the end of the tunnel, but…different. That would explain this… It's all just me getting my dream come true of… some amazingly sexy guy wanting me, although…" she thought a moment, "he was a demon, but now you, …" she body-scanned him, "you're even more amazingly sexy…so this must be my life flashing before my eyes only…" she thought about it. "Only I'm getting a break since my real life sucked. Right?"
He stared at her like he were watching a third eye sprout on her face with every word she spoke. "You're not dreaming. I'm real."
Sally was sure she'd heard regret in his tone. Which bothered her. "Is it me or do you sound a little disappointed."
His beautiful blue gaze narrowed then searched her face a little. "Why would I be disappointed that you're alive?" He sounded truly baffled, but more from being unaccustomed to not knowing the answer to a question it seemed.
She stared at him now. Really, really stared. She finally walked over to the impossibly large man and stood exactly before him. Then poked his shoulder.
Well, he was definitely physically there.
She looked around the room, searching for a glitch in the reality. Everything seemed right. She regarded him again, suspicious. "Okay. I feel like I should ask why you said I was your…chosen. Chosen what?"
"Chosen bride."
Sally tried not to laugh. "You uh…." She nodded. "Right. You mean my commitment to God."
"No," he said easily. "Your commitment to me. As my bride."
Sally choked. "You say that like you mean it."
Confusion puckered his brow. "Because I do."
She stared at him for several long moments then lowered her head, shaking it. "This is getting ridiculously weird, I mean surely you can't expect me to believe—without the aid of heavy drugs—that you are serious."
He looked at her, concerned. "Do you need chemical aids to--"
"No! I don't want drugs to believe you! I want you to stop telling me stupid shit. I mean crap," she corrected when shock filled his eyes.
"It's real. I need you to be my wife." His earnest expression almost fooled her into thinking he was serious.
Might not hurt to ask. "Need?"
"Yes. To help build the triumvirates evenly."
She blinked rapidly. "Trium- what?" Sally had the feeling she'd gone to sleep and woke up a century later, having missed everything that happened during her nap.
"Triumvirates." His casual reply only reinforced the feeling. "In this case, it's a special group formed with two humans and an Archangel. Necessary to build a warrior suitable for destroying the types of filth you witnessed at the convent. My Brother Kassern made serious miscalculations in his mission and…" He paused to shake his head. "It doesn't matter. What does matter is that now all the Archangels must take wives in order to properly form the warriors meant to battle this new plan of Satan's. I've determined you to be the optimal match for me."
Her mouth hung open. "Oh my God. You're serious, I can't believe you're really serious."
"Of course I am." He paused and jerked his head right. "I'm always serious." He shook his head a little.
"Is something wrong? Something more important than this conversation?"
He regarded her, his eyes wide. "Oh, no. Nothing, just…I think they're pursuing this. Now!"
"Pursuing what? Who?"
He suddenly closed his eyes, brows narrowing. "Oh Father," he gasped, wavering a little, as if unsteady on his feet. His eyes opened and the blue seemed much darker.
Interesting.
****
Lucian removed his clothes while keeping his green gaze on Jessie's. When his black boxer briefs came down she gave in to temptation and broke eye contact. Holy Mother of the Heavens! Her breath caught at his size, at his beauty.
As a nurse, the anatomy of the male body was no secret to her, and she'd even sneaked a few glimpses of porn. None of that prepared her for the reality of Lucian fully aroused and intent on possessing her. Fire danced across her skin at the mere sight.
He climbed on the bed starting from her feet, looking like a sleek panther, black hair hanging over liquid green eyes on fire with things that made her whimper. Where had the shy man gone? Who was this feral, dark haired man with the broken angel tattoo stalking hungrily over her body like she were the last meal on earth and he'd claimed it?
He made quick work of peeling her pants down her legs and tossing them aside to join her shirt. She lay there in only her bra and panties and feeling painfully self-conscious and inadequate. He reared back on his knees and stared at his work with a look that sent fire racing through her blood and threatening to erupt.
Lucian's eyes glowed with a shade of green she wouldn't have believed possible in human eyes if she hadn't seen it herself. Arousal had made his eyes go from their usual sage-y forest-y green to something closer to neon. Staring into her eyes, he straddled her hips and grazed her already incredibly sensitive nipples with gentle fingers.
Sally cried out and arched into his teasing touch, suddenly beside herself with hunger and desperation. She sat up and took hold of his lean tanned hips, relishing the smooth feel of his satiny skin against hers. For a moment, she just sat there facing his cock, so ready to taste him, so ready to… How could she have ever found the idea unpleasant? But if she didn't take him into her mouth right then, she'd die.
Lucian knelt there, hands at his sides, waiting. Letting her do what pleased her. By his ragged breathing, it pleased him too.
She slowly looked up the line of his body, stroking along his abs, tracing the angel's wing upward. She paused to caress the tear-drop on his nipple. His chest rose and fell quickly, moving to the rhythm of his heart beneath her fingers. His gaze burned into hers as he glided one finger along her brow. "Inima mea este a ta," he whispered, stroking down her face and over her lips. "My heart is yours."
There were no words to express the soul-deep joy his words gave Jessie. She could only show him. Taking his hard length into both hands, she watched his beautiful face transform with pleasure as she stroked over the tight ridges of his silken shaft before placing a delicate kiss on the very tip. The drop of desire there beckoned for her tongue and she obliged, licking it up with a soft moan at tasting him. All hers.
Jessie abandoned her intention to go slow and indulge, taking as much of his length as she could into her mouth. The choked groan Lucian gave went to the tip of her clit and made it pulse. She gripped his muscu
lar hips and moved him in and out of her mouth until he gasped and held her head still. "Gura ta este cerul."
He took her hands and pulled her to her knees, his mouth descending on hers with an explosive passion. His strong arms went around her and he lowered her to the bed, his probing tongue and full lips filling her mind until he was all that existed. His lips left hers and began a slow burning trail down her body. At the pulse in her neck he lingered with soft Romanian words against her skin.
He was finally at her breasts, pushing her bra aside, freeing both nipples. With eager fervency, he sucked and licked and Jessie pulled his hair when the pleasure became unbearable between her legs. "I need you in me Lucian. Please." She whispered the aching plea, her fingers digging into the muscle at his waist. She'd never wanted anything more than to be filled by him in every way possible all at once.
"Trebuie să te gust, Jessie." He locked gazes with her as he worked her panties over her hips. "I have to taste you."
****
No doubt about it, he looked decidedly green about the gills, as the old woman who'd lived next door when Sally was a child would have said. "What's wrong, are you sick? Can you get sick?"
He shook himself a little and looked at her with something like surprise before his gaze cleared and became that brilliant bright blue again. "Forgive me. My human couple are joining and I'm somehow being affected."
"What? Who, where, when?"
His eyes were wide, worried looking. "My couple. Lucian and Jessie are—"
"What?" she nearly shrieked. "Jessie my sister? Are you kidding? And Lucian? That sex-god looking Romanian?"
Sally was sure the angels face hardened a little. "Yes. Them. They're about to consummate." He went back to looking sick with worry.
"Consummate?" This time she did shriek. "Okay, what kind of sick perverted operation are you running here? You're talking like some kind of pimp angel, or spiritual sugar daddy, and I know—I mean, I'm sure… that this stuff is not in the Bible!" She had to stop to catch her breath.
"You're right, this is definitely not in your Holy Scriptures. This is something different, never done among mankind before." The beautiful angel turned to brace against the wall, his head hanging and breathing hard. He shuddered and groaned like a woman in labor.
"Is it…hurting you?" Sally asked, concerned.
He ran a hand over his face. "I wish it were painful. Pain would be better than…no not better."
She went to him and touched him on the shoulder. "Can I help?"
He turned and stared at her, his eyes, dark again and… nearly liquid and… shit, touching her!
Her heart caught in her throat just before desire rocketed through her blood.
The literal heat of his gaze caressed her neck and she lifted her hands to touch skin several degrees warmer than before. His gaze zeroed in on her mouth and she gasped at feeling the heat licking at her lips, making her thirsty, so...hungry.
"What…are you doing?" Her voice was barely recognizable to her own ears.
He shook his head and clenched his eyes shut, cutting the feeling off immediately. "I don't know, I've…never done this before. When they consummate I… I give them part of my power and in turn I… inherit part of their humanity."
Sally gasped. "This is… how you create that thing you told me?"
"Yes." He turned and placed his back against the wall, a light sheen of sweat covering his immaculately handsome face. He suddenly looked… lickable.
"What you just did to me… that demon did the same--"
The angel's eyes flew to hers, bright light blue, fierce, angry. "No! Not the same. Never." He grunted as if someone had punched him hard and he shut his eyes again.
He turned away from her, keeping his head against the wall.
The sounds he made were incredible, calling to something in her… arousing her. She had to know. "Are you… Can you feel what they're doing?" The words were barely whispered, an echo of her desire.
But his answer sent a nuclear blast of need shooting through her.
"Yes."
****
Oh God, yes. The very idea sent waves of heat rolling through her. When she was free of the garment, Jessie pulled her knees back and opened for Lucian, eager for his lips there. "Do it Lucian." Her hips rocked slowly against the bed in anticipation and Lucian lowered between her legs.
Pressing his large hands on her inner thighs, he pressed his fingers into her muscle, pinning her tight. It made her moan and squirm as he kissed her folds with a maddening gentleness. She cried out when he slid his tongue inside her and licked up her slit to her clit to make lazy circles over it. "Oh God," she gasped, her entire body flashing with intense heat.
"Ai gust de miere suge." He pressed his lips between her folds and sucked her clit into his mouth, making her cry out and buck. "Just like honeysuckles," he breathed against her.
Dorn had never in his existence been at the mercy of anything, so it was with some consternation that he found himself at the mercy of his body's responses to intense sensations originating from beyond his influence. That humans willingly and regularly engaged in such activity was confounding.
His male organ had unaccountably swollen to the point of bursting, a condition he would prefer to keep private. He rushed toward the couch, grateful for the cloak he wore over the durable leather breeches he'd chosen from the vast array of human garments suitable for both battle and peaceful efforts. At least sitting seemed reasonably safe. Until he did.
The movement brought his leather breeches into direct contact with the monstrous limb, causing friction that made his toes curl and creating an intense desire—no, a need—to repeat the action and the result.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Sally's voice, rather than soothing him, only fanned the need higher.
God, how could she not know the answer to that? He dropped his head into his hands, gasping for air, torn between struggling not to sense what was taking place in the next room and the desire to experience it for himself. Was Lucian really doing that to her? Incredible as it seemed, he could suddenly imagine himself doing the same, only with Sally.
Dorn jumped when Sally sat next to him. The residual stink of that demon filled his nostrils and triggered a possessive response he would never have dreamed himself capable of. The compulsion to cleanse that thing's stench from her and replace it with his own indelible mark hit him like a rogue comet out of hell.
His blue whip snaked out, and before he could recall it, wound sensually around her body. In a flash, it strapped her down to the couch. Dorn's body, overcome by a will he hadn't known he possessed, followed until he hovered a hairsbreadth above her.
No doubt shocked beyond speech, Sally gasped and stared into his eyes. An unfamiliar power or instinct brought his nose to her skin to inhale deeply, searching for scent-marks left by the Enemy. A bit of filthy residue clung to her cheek and he slid his tongue over it.
The animalistic urges to lick her clean horrified the part of him accustomed to the veneer of civilization but the forefront of his mind demanded it and he couldn't seem to do it fast enough.
The sound she made in response made all his problems infinitely worse when it caused a hunger to erupt in him unlike any he'd ever felt in his existence. He struggled to resist the opposing needs to consume and preserve her. Excruciating insanity!
He gazed into her eyes and froze at the fire he saw there. It belonged to that filthy demon.
He'd marked her.
The elements around them shook with his fury, dousing the orange glow in her eyes. Her lips trembled violently with the frigid air around them from his dragon's breath. The beast was a hair trigger away from releasing and storming hell with unquenchable fury.
Dorn needed to get control before he hurt her.
In the next room, Jessie suddenly exploded with unspeakable pleasure from within. The intensity shattered Dorn's control. "Father!" he gasped, eyes shut tight.
; The heat of Sally's breath hit him as she spoke his name and his mouth crashed down on her lips, pushing them open with his, driving his tongue inside her, licking, sucking, tasting, consuming.
Dorn wasn't prepared for the reaction she gave. Her soft body pushed against his as she returned his eagerness with her own, making sounds that threatened to explode his angelic mind. He captured her jaw with his entire hand, holding her exactly the way he wanted while he tasted her entirely and thoroughly, angelic utterances flowing from his mouth into hers.
****
Lucian couldn't believe how utterly delicious Jessie was. And the way she moved under his mouth drove him crazy, leaving him barely able to think straight. He knew one thing only, and that was to make her insane with pleasure.
Holding her firmly to the bed by her thighs, he licked with stealth and precision, resisting the urge go fast. "Lucian, Lucian," she cried softly, kneading his scalp with her nails and thrusting into his lips. He pumped his hips into the mattress, his cock painfully hard for her, getting harder with her gasps, moans and sexy mewls. He was going to make her come. No waiting.
He slipped a finger inside her and groaned when she pulled his hair and called his name louder followed with yes yes. Working his finger into her tight wet silk, he pulled up to watch. Once his finger was in as far as he could go, he explored her core with delicate probes and strokes, seeking her pleasure spot. He switched from watching her grip his finger to longing for the eager peaks of her breasts.
He leaned and delivered several flicks to the swollen gem between her folds and his cock jumped in response to her bucking pants. The heat of her desire awed him, but knowing he was responsible for it made him feel invincible. He adjusted his hand to keep his finger inside her while the pad of his thumb stroked the erect nerve bundle so he could watch her.