Archangels Creed Box Set 1-3

by Azure Boone

  “You look good.”

  She looked at him with a worried brow and he smiled. “Thank you.”

  “I can’t believe you’re awake, thank God.”

  He studied her face, loving how beautiful she looked in worry and concern for him. She seemed to remember his head and leaned to probe it softly. She finally drew back and leveled a narrowed gaze at him. “You big idiot. What were you thinking to go in there like that? You could’ve been killed.”

  Triumph surged through him. She cared whether he lived or died. With her, such an admission was a major victory. “You’re welcome. How’s the foal?”

  “The foal is fine. Thanks to you. It was tiny and weak and hadn't nursed yet, so it didn't have long.” Tone softer. "He's doing good now, growing strong, and Glory is finally being a good mother."

  Toren suddenly felt like he’d explode if he didn’t have her touch right now. “I’m cold.”

  She quickly looked around. “I’ll put more wood—”

  He caught her arm before she could get up. “Just…” he swallowed, knowing he shouldn’t. “…lay with me.”

  She stared at him and every conceivable emotion flashed in her eyes.

  “I promise not to touch you.” Though Toren meant the words, his mercury was vehemently opposed and let him know with a wave of pain that caused him to wince and catch his breath hard.

  She seemed to regain that feigned composure she was so good at using with him. “Alright. I guess I do owe you.” She looked at the bed and he went to make room. “Don’t you dare try to move! I’ll manage.”

  “Okay.” He needed to remember he was supposed to be injured.

  She took her boots off and lay next to him, half on his body half on the bed, but outside the covers. “Am I hurting you?”

  “God no.” He put his arm down next to her then pressed his palm into her back and pulled her closer. “Feels like you’re falling off the bed.”

  “I’m fine!”

  A few seconds of silence passed during which he relished the feel of her nearness and wished for more. “My legs are cold.”

  She lifted her head to look then covered his legs with one of hers.

  “Mmm. They almost feel numb.”

  She sat up abruptly. “Numb? How numb?”

  He shrugged a shoulder. “Hard to tell.”

  She removed the covers. “Oh my God,” she gasped, throwing them back over his groin.

  “Sorry, I don’t remember getting undressed.”

  “No, no, it’s…it’s not your fault. I had them undress you. I just forgot.” She began rubbing on his legs. “Do you feel this?”

  “Yes. But they ache.” To be touched by you.

  She began rubbing them roughly and Toren winced.

  “Too hard?”

  He nodded.

  She softened her touch.

  “Now I can’t feel it.”

  She paused thinking then grabbed the blankets at his feet and slid them up to his groin. She began softly massaging his legs again. “Better?”

  “Much,” he sighed.

  She worked her fingers up and down his legs and Toren lost the power to will the heat from his phallus, grateful for the bunched up blanket on his hips. “Thank you…by the way,” she said.

  Toren clenched his eyes shut as her hands slowed and softened even more, driving him to desperation with every millimeter of movement.

  “Thought you were going to die,” she whispered.

  Father. His heart pounded furiously with need as her fingers lingered on his upper thigh, thoughtful and silky. He slid the opposite leg to the left, making room for her. Then he remembered she’d spoke. “You told him to shoot her.”

  He shuddered as her fingers dipped between his thighs and stroked up toward his straining desire. “I…was scared.”

  “For me,” he whispered.

  She pressed her entire palms against his inner and outer thigh, back to a more professional touch. But Toren could feel it was just a façade. He could feel how much she loved touching him. And that knowledge made him insanely aroused. “Stupid Joe nearly got you killed.”

  “Keep touching me.”

  She paused. “I am.”

  Her tone was timid. So different from what she usually was. Much more pliable. His mercury loved that, made it eager to dominate. “Like you were. Before.”

  She glided her fingers softly over him, slowly.

  “Yes. That.”

  She didn’t say a word as she focused on her job, reaching down to his ankles and slowly sliding her soft fingers over his legs. When she got to his upper thigh, she slowed but ventured higher. Toren couldn’t stop his hips from moving, reaching for her touch. Nor could he keep the sound of his hunger from escaping in labored breaths.

  She stroked slowly back down his leg but began the journey back up much sooner and again went extremely slow on the slide up. He was near delirious with need. “Touch me.” He pushed his hips, knowing he was being too forward with her but he couldn’t help it. His need for her was reflexive and undeniable. He moved the blanket aside, wanting her see how much she affected him. His phallus stood tall and hard and she stared at it. Not wide eyed, but with a hooded gaze.

  He opened his legs more and thrust his hips. “Please,” he begged, shamelessly.

  She hesitantly reached for him and his shaft nearly jumped into her hand when she got close enough. She wrapped a warm hand around him, soft, like she were afraid to hurt him.

  “Squeeze it harder.” The words came on his ragged breaths as he instructed her.

  She did as he said then began to move her hand up and down the length, oh so slow. Toren’s head fell back with a loud groan. “Yes.” He pushed his hips into her hand, amazed that she knew to do that.

  Toren hadn’t looked into the man’s part of the sexual process, only what he should do for the woman, not dreaming he’d need to know how to manage the power she created in him with such simple touches. He’d figured he’d play that part by ear, like he did with everything else. Not knowing what to do in this one thing, he realized was foolish.

  Toren’s hips undulated in coordination to her delicate strokes. He strained on the pleasure, his body hardening with it. She suddenly looked at his abs and placed her other hand on his belly, stroking his muscles. Her full lips parted with a passionate hunger she’d buried so well inside her. His back arched under her hand stroking along his chest. He moved his hips faster and he watched her gaze lock onto his cock.

  He gasped when he saw what she considered. She wanted to take him into her mouth but wasn’t sure if she should.

  The idea that she considered it hit him hard in his groin. Of course, just like he wanted to do to her. “Do it,” he whispered, wrapping his hand around hers at the base of his shaft. “Please.”

  She slowly leaned and kissed the very top of him and Toren gasped at the amazing sensation. Her excited breaths on him intensified the feeling. He watched in hazed astonishment as hunger took hold of her, much like it seemed to do to him.

  Then she devastated him, taking his whole length into her hot mouth with sounds that said it was the best thing she’d ever tasted. Toren got up on his elbows and opened his legs wider, eternally shocked with how heavenly good it felt.

  She caressed his balls and her nails scraped the skin lightly and Toren growled with need putting his hand on her head and pumping his hips instinctually faster. His mind and body knew how this all worked, he just had no clue how it felt.

  The pleasure was dangerous. No wonder his mercury sought this, the power in what he was feeling was so immense. It sparred with the most basic logic and reasoning, threatening to overwhelm and overpower it.

  Beyond glorious.

  She grew hungrier, getting between his legs and opening his thighs wide, sliding her pretty mouth along his length, whimpering as she consumed him. Her eyes opened and locked on his and his heart slammed in his chest at the look there. Bold. Pure
. And So. Hot.

  Toren sat up and pulled her to his mouth, kissing her with desperate hunger while placing her beneath him. His turn to taste this woman. He yanked her t-shirt up and found her perfect naked breasts. “God, so beautiful.” He lowered to feast on them, one then the other then back again, his mercury shooting sparks of fire into his manhood at her every gasp and cry. His fingers roamed over soft skin, etching her every muscle and bone into the forever parts of his being. The feel of her body moving like liquid beneath him, her fingers on his naked scalp then neck and shoulders was driving him to a point he was not familiar with.

  It was dangerous…reckless.

  He grew hungrier.

  He took her wrists and slammed them onto the bed as the mercury sped up in his body, causing his breath and body to heat up.

  “Toren!”

  The sweet way she cried his name made him bite her neck, her shoulder, her arm until she was beside herself with the most beautiful grunts and moans. She was strong. The more aggressive he was, the more she loved it.

  She was perfect for him.

  He held her waist and lifted her off the bed, swirling his tongue in her naval. “I’m going to suck you. Taste you. Lick you. Till you’re screaming from it.”

  His words came out warped with his mercurial power, a deep resonating rumble.

  She suddenly gasped and sat up. “Wait.” She licked her lips, breathing hard. “How are you…” she looked at his body. “You’re all better, that’s impossible, how are you moving?”

  Toren sat back on his haunches, heaving through the need racing through him. He wanted to take what he wanted and knew it was not permitted but he was totally amazed with the barbaric need to do just that. “I prayed. Now I need to taste you and I’m pretty sure I’ll erupt into flames if I don’t.”

  Her gaze melted with desire and Toren leaned toward her, having to smell her, touch her. She slowly leaned away as he drew near, afraid but curious. He could work with that.

  As he got closer, he paid close attention to her body’s signals. “Your heart is racing.”

  She aimed her gaze at his approaching mouth. “I’m scared.”

  He shook his head at the timid whisper. “Not just scared.” Toren reached her cheek and he drew her scent inside him. “Excited.” He slid his nose slowly along her face. “You smell better than anything in all the universes…do you know that?”

  “U-universes?”

  He slid his lips over her skin. “Mmm, yes.” He glided his mouth to hers, then grazed the soft satin. She parted for him and gasped. He answered her passion with his own tormented groan before demanding more with tiny nibbles on her lips. “I want you Samantha.”

  “Oh God.”

  “Mmmmm.” Toren’s entire body hummed at those perfect words and he slid his tongue along her lips, tasting. “Such a strong woman...I love that about you.”

  She whimpered in his mouth and Toren pushed her down on the bed and held her entire neck and jaw in one hand, working her lips apart more, tasting deeper. He finally picked the lock to that buried hunger inside her and her fingers gripped his shoulders as he slid his tongue all over hers. “You want me too.”

  “Oh God, yes, yes.”

  The hot gasp set his angelic bones on fire. His mouth left hers and settled on her neck, sucking and licking at her pulse. “I wonder what you will sound like when I lick your essence.” Toren couldn’t wait any longer to find out. He worked his lips down her body and lifted her by her waist when he reached her naval. “I adore your taste.” He swirled his tongue in the tight depression before easily removing those blue jeans.

  “This…” He skimmed his fingers over the white cotton panties. “…imprisons my every waking thought.” He hooked his fingers in her panties and worked them over her perfect hips, letting his gaze meet hers.

  Worry mixed with desire in her clear blue eyes and Toren shook his head slowly. “Don’t be afraid of me.” He latched onto her knees with his hands and opened her. “Don’t fight it. I only want to hear you make those sounds.”

  She gasped. “What sounds?”

  He looked between her legs and his fingers dug into her muscle at seeing her again. “You’re beautiful.” He slid his finger along the slit, agony filling him. “You removed the hair for me.” His gaze slid up to hers. “Because you knew I wanted to taste you here.” With his eyes locked on hers, he dipped the tip of his middle finger inside her. “You wanted me to like it.”

  She couldn’t speak with words. But she didn’t need to. Her body did it for her in the most delicious way. A soft moan and her legs opening more. Inviting him.

  Toren slowly closed his eyes. “That sound. That’s what I need to hear.” He pushed his finger into her slowly, his breaths reverberating with his mercury powers when she opened even wider and lifted her sweet hips for it.

  He laid between her legs and kissed her inner thighs, sliding his lips and face all over them. He watched her perfectly dainty breasts that he adored, rising and falling with her own passion. For him.

  “Look at me Samantha.” When her gaze met his, he leaned and placed his first kiss on her pretty sex. He watched her face as he continued kissing with soft, sensual, nibbling kisses. “You smell divine.” He kept his eyes on hers and licked her slit from bottom to top, pushing between the folds and swirling his tongue on that hard little bud.

  His body jolted when her mouth flew open in astonishment with more of those earth moving sounds.

  He carefully worked that little bud, watching her every move, learning her perfectly in less than a minute. He soon had just the right pressure, speed, motion, and she rewarded him with the sounds he craved. When she began squirming beneath his hands and lips, he added those movements to his eternal needs, along with her sounds, scent and taste. All things he simply could not exist without.

  Another minute of experimenting and things changed. Her moans and whimpers turned aggressive. Not a begging for mercy sound, but a do it now, right now sound. Toren realized it was the combination of his tongue and finger inside her. He’d found her core and was stroking it softly. Before long, she was beside herself, flicking her perfect hips harder and faster. Toren growled right on her as she scratched his scalp and dug her feet into his back, pressing herself harder to his lips. Merciful Father in heaven.

  Toren gripped her firm butt as he guided her to that edge he knew was coming. The climax. The orgasm. God, yes, it was wonderful, he loved watching hers, commanding it, bringing it, what a privilege.

  She began to repeat his name in high pitched moans. Then she cried out those words that would haunt him for all eternity. “I’m coming, God, I’m coming, I’m coming!”

  Holy Father. Toren’s cock threatened to explode as she bucked under his mouth. He pressed his hands harder into her butt, letting her orgasm pass into his palms, fingers, tongue and lips. Toren let the agony fill him, an intense storm of pleasure raining through her clear to a molecular level. Utterly traumatic.

  Toren slowed his motions, kissing her with extreme softness on her swollen moist folds as she whimpered in the aftermath.

  It wasn’t consummation. And they hadn’t said he couldn’t make her feel good until that.

  The idea that he had such a thing to entertain himself with until the consummation filled him to bursting with unspeakable joy and rapture.

  He could handle that.

  Oh. My. God.

  Sam was afraid to open her eyes and find that it was all real and not a bad dream. Wait. Why was she afraid to find it real? Oh right. Because the man was gorgeous and gorgeous men didn’t want to do what he just did much less do them. And there was no pretending she hadn’t practically begged for it.

  Images and memories flooded her, specifically the feel and taste of him deep in her mouth. Holy hickory, why did she do that? Because he was goddamn irresistible. The only thing she regretted was having to deal with the rejection that was sure to come. Maybe…maybe if she acted as t
hough it was no big deal then it would be less humiliating. She could do that, she wasn’t a child, she was a woman. Damn did she ever feel like one at the moment.

  But showing weakness wasn’t an option. She had to be strong and not vulnerable. She slipped up bad when she opened her body to need and…lust. Time to put on her big girl panties. As soon as she found her literal ones. Lordy.

  She sat up, holding the pillow to her chest and looked around for her clothes, avoiding his domineering presence on the end of the bed. On his knees yet sitting, legs open wide as you please, hands draped casually between them. Watching her. If she made the mistake of looking, she’d never stop and God only knew what she’d do to him. Yes to him, she needed to do things to him. Hell, he needed her to do things to him, and that alone was shockingly the more difficult thing to refuse. She was behaving like a slut. She could never let him think she did these things on a regular basis or he’d surely use her. Shit. Hadn’t she just done it and now she was acting like it was nothing special? No big deal, do it all the time?

  She’d just clear that up right here and now. “What happened here today? Consider it a once in a life time. I owed you.” Dammit, now she sounded like a little nasty prostitute. “But don’t think that’s how I’m accustomed to paying for things, I assure you it isn’t.”

  He snorted and she glanced at him. He’d turned and sat at the edge of the bed, his beautiful back to her, head shaking. What was his problem? Surely he wasn’t angry. Probably glad.

  He glanced back and she got stuck in that bright sexy gaze of his. “Baby…” the word was loaded with hunger as the heat in his eyes burned her straight through the pillow, “…I would so gladly suffer eternal demotion…” he raised his gaze back to hers. “… for just one more taste of your divine secrets.” He followed the heart stopping statement with a sexy lick of his lips.

  Sam’s pulse boomed in her ears as she fought to think and speak at the same time. “Fine then,” she heard herself say. “I have errands to run. And since you’re looking so damn good, you can come help me, I’ll need some muscle.”