Archangels Creed Box Set 1-3

by Azure Boone

  “Sit up. Let me look at you in your wedding jewelry.”

  She sat up and looked down. “Wedding jewelry? Oh my God,” she gasped, looking from her rings to him. “You? How’d you?”

  He grinned, admiring his handy work. “I just used the metals in your body.”

  She gave an incredulous laugh. “Oh. My. God.”

  His cock jumped and she gave a tiny yelp. She always had that effect on him when she spoke His name, even in passing. What many would call vain. But not to him. With her, no matter how she said it, it wasn’t vain.

  “They’re like…tattoos, oh my God they’re beautiful, look at the detail and design!”

  “Yes. They say—”

  “They say?” Elation widened her eyes and Toren grinned.

  “They say: You’re my heaven on earth.”

  She sucked in a long breath of awe like it was the most amazing thing she’d ever heard. “They say that?”

  He smiled at her, his heart overflowing with love. “Yes. But in another language.”

  “Maybe it should just read it’s complicated.”

  He studied her body, running his hands up her sides, loving everything about her. “It’s not complicated at all. It’s perfectly.”

  She looked at the rings on her body. “How many rings did you give me? Wow.”

  “The number of perfection. Seven.”

  She counted the two on her ankles, the two on her wrists, the weave on her wedding finger, the one around her waist then glanced at him. “Where’s the seventh?”

  He touched the delicate silver woven ring around her neck. “Here.”

  She reached up and fingered it, giddy laughter bubbling out of her. “Wow.”

  Toren was ready to make love to her again at having her joy penetrate his pores until it stole his breath. He covered her breasts with both hands. Perfect fit.

  She placed her hands on his and he admired that view too. “Tell me what it says. I mean in the other language.”

  With great effort, he moved his eyes from her breasts to meet her wide blue gaze. “Eísai o ouranós mou sti̱ gi̱.”

  The words glided off his tongue like soft silk. Speaking them made him thrust his hips, pushing at things inside her that drew a beautiful moan and caused her to bite her lip.

  “That…sounded beautiful.”

  She examined the weave on her ring finger and turned her hand over. “Why does it only go halfway around?”

  Toren lifted his own hand and showed her the matching ring on his own finger, then he held his hand up and placed her palm on his. When their ring fingers came together, the weaves glowed.

  She sucked in a sharp breath of sheer delight, laughing happily. “Oh! My! God!”

  His cock jerked again.

  “Oh! Quit that,” she gasped.

  “You quit it.” He grinned, sliding his hands down over her sides now. He paused at her waist to relish in her petite build before finally gripping her slim hips. “Your bladder is full.”

  He raised his gaze to hers and smiled at her awe, before lowering it back down to where her body met his. “I can feel it. Pressing into me.” His cock again jerked with the need to take her to that new paradise he’d been blessed to partake in. He answered her delicate moan with a desperate grunt.

  “There’s a bathroom in this room.”

  She looked around and Toren willed the desire from his cock and helped her off him, pulling her lips to his as he did. “Mmm,” he whispered, tasting the passion lining her blood vessels. “Hurry so I can have you.”

  She gave a light mmm back and held his face with a gentleness that tugged at his angelic heart. As her fingers glided off his face and she traipsed off in her naked perfection, he noticed it. A painful sensation in his body that grew with every step she took away from him. Amazement filled Toren as he realized what their binding had done to him. She was such a literal part of him, his body felt the physical separation. He guessed she didn’t feel it the same or she’d have said something. He was glad because it wasn’t the nicest feeling to experience as a wedding gift.

  When she shut the bathroom door, he cut off the intricate connection he’d formed with her to give her some privacy. That hurt too. Worse than the distance thing. He got up and paced the room, trying to focus on something besides the agony happening in his mind and body. That wasn’t good. He’d have to learn to control that.

  Toren heard the shower and growled. Ten minutes would feel like ten years.

  She finally came out and he turned.

  Her mouth hung open and she widened her eyes, pointing to the living room. “That. Is my song.”

  At seeing her there, wrapped in a towel with her short hair tousled and drops of water still clinging to her skin, all his frustrations left as if they’d never existed. Toren thought about what she’d said and immediately listened, wanting to etch all her favorite things into his being. A slow smile bloomed on his lips when she dropped the towel and began to dance before him, shamelessly.

  Holy Father.

  She covered her mouth and laughed at seeing him gawk in open lust.

  “Please keep on. I beg you.” He made no pretenses about how badly he wanted her to, hand on his chest, sincere pleading in his tone. And desire.

  She gave him a seductive smile. “A wedding dance?” She bit her lip and swung her hips side to side and Toren lost his breath.

  “Yes,” he whispered, suddenly dizzy.

  She moaned seductively at seeing how much he got off to her dancing and thank God it emboldened her.

  Toren sat on the bed and watched her become his passion in motion. God, she danced like she made love. Toren couldn’t resist manipulating her metals to remove absolutely all inhibitions. He wanted no shame to stand between them and he especially wanted her to dance for him with all her soul. He mentally found the volume control on the music and turned it up a little more, then adjusted the sound settings so she could feel the music in her body.

  Toren had never been so aroused in such a way. The rhythm she displayed was all hers and rather contagious. It flowed into Toren and when she placed both hands on her ass and swung it left to right with a seductive glance over her shoulder, he stood. There was no denying his body’s need to answer her wordless beg.

  The second she put her hand in his, they became one. Breathing as one. Dancing as one. Toren molded her body to his and it was as though he’d danced this way with her before. Then his own rhythm emerged, hard passion mixing with her sweet spirit. He felt the change in her body, what they made together, and Toren forced the music to match their unique tempo. Erotic Ballet to describe it in human terms flavored with the pulsing grind of dirty dancing. But there was nothing dirty about it. Toren was lost in the moment, fusing their metals to the music, creating the perfect wedding dance.

  It was more arousing than he could stand and when the opportunity presented itself, he lifted her leg high on his hip and sheathed his cock in her without missing a step.

  She cried out and arched her body into him, the explosion of desire so intense the music stopped. The timeless moment echoed with the sound of a hundred swords being drawn as Toren’s wings erupted behind him. He locked his gaze hard to hers, gasping through the breathless passion.

  His hunger surged and the music returned, driving Toren to lick up the center of her chest. The taste of her sweat sent him into a feral frenzy of need, his mouth unable to leave the succulent taste of her body.

  “Toren,” she moaned. “Make love to me.”

  The sweet tone in her voice changed his entire world. Toren’s power swirled to accommodate her need and the music in the air changed to waves of silk gliding over their skin. The hum of a victorious warrior vibrated Toren’s wings and body, clear to his erection buried in her.

  He cradled her body with his wings, freeing him to adore her with his hands and mouth. Her breasts were his beloved and he was all over them, tasting her unique flavor, memorizing h
er soft yet firm skin with his tongue. He sucked her plump and perfect nipple between his lips then scraped with his teeth. She rewarded him with a throaty moan that turned him into a mindless being. An angel man in an alternate universe where only Samantha existed. His wife. His flesh. His soul.

  His reward for being a faithful angel? He wondered. She was definitely the best thing he’d ever experienced.

  “I want you so many ways.” He hardly recognized his own voice, desperate and driven.

  “Do it,” she whispered, thrusting her hips.

  “I want you on your stomach. On the bed.” He used his wings to get her there and laid her down. He slid himself out of her and adored her breasts with his mouth even as he turned her over. Before he could lament their absence, he was taken with staring at her backside in this position.

  She enticed him, lifting her cute butt off the bed and wiggling it sensually as she glanced back at him. Animal mixed with angel as Toren pulled his wings, ready to be more human.

  “Oh, no, with your wings out,” she begged sweetly.

  Hers to command, his wings obeyed as eager as the rest of him.

  Toren carefully spread her legs and angled his head. His breath rushed out of him. “God help me you’re blowing my mind.”

  Suddenly driven with the need to taste her, he slid his hands under the juncture of her legs then hoisted her straight up to his mouth. He buried his tongue inside her with a groan of delight, loving the way her muscles clenched on him.

  “Oh Jesus, yes.”

  He groaned harder, sliding his mouth to her clit to suck softly. He always felt her guilt when she used that expression. Sex had been such a negative part of her life, she’d grown to think it wasn’t holy.

  He couldn’t wait to break that notion.

  When she was close to orgasm he stopped and lowered her, sliding her sex slowly down his chest and abs, loving the view the entire way. When he positioned his phallus at her entrance he stared at that too.

  “Oh God, do it, please.”

  Toren’s eyes rolled shut and he entered her at a snail’s pace, wanting to feel everything. Her muscles embraced him sporadically and he was sure he could orgasm in that first slow thrust if he wanted. Not this time. When he reached bottom, he remained buried deep and worked her hips on him with the perfect pressure and angle. Not too much, not too little. Building an inner fire that would unlock the woman buried in her. She was so sensitive and ready, it didn’t take her long. Soon she was moving on him, fighting his pace, wanting more, harder, faster.

  He’d never suffered such temptation.

  But he resisted. Resisted her.

  He soon found she didn’t like being resisted. She fought him for more pleasure, up on all fours, her moans and grunts filled with a very persuasive aggression. She finally gave up and let her upper body fall to the bed, panting. “Toren please. Please fuck me.”

  The word did something to his mercury and he fell on her with a flick of his hips, his face next to hers, there to catch the beautiful cry he knew that would earn him.

  “Yes, yes. Do it,” she begged weakly.

  He rolled his hips again, a demanding and complete stroke against her core.

  “Oh God, yes.”

  Toren growled next to her mouth as he continued with that perfect roll, tasting her building orgasm in her every cry.

  He felt her reach beneath her and began to rub her clit.

  Toren nearly orgasmed on the spot. He bit her shoulder and laced his fingers in the hand next to her head, causing their wedding rings to glow. ,

  “Oh God, oh God,” she cried, her brows drawn tight.

  “Sam,” he gasped, beginning to lose his angelic control. “Sam, Sam.” He pressed his lips on her cheek, their hot gasps mingling as his pumps became vigorous.

  She began that scream that mind blowing orgasm scream. It started out low then built, into a soul shattering tempo that Toren controlled with his thrusts. He roared when the sound peaked and broke his control, bringing his own earth moving climax. His hips pumped at a frantic pace and he filled her with his angelic passion for nearly thirty seconds, all while her body writhed under his with intense pleasure, making it perfect. Wanting to feel every bit of it, Toren pressed his body entirely into hers, grunting his satisfaction in her ear. “Toren?”

  Terror seized him at the tone in her voice. He quickly pulled out of her and turned her. “Oh Father!”

  “I can’t see, I can’t see!” she cried, grasping at him.

  A sensation that Toren could only guess was panic launched him off the bed, calling Dorn and Kassern immediately. He held her close to him. “Shhh, shhh, it’s okay, it’ll be okay. It’ll pass, it’s temporary.”

  The words were spoken in complete and utter faith as he stroked her.

  “I can’t see,” she whispered, scared.

  The two angels appeared and Toren double checked she was covered. “Can you help me here?” As hard as Toren tried to sound calm, he knew he’d failed by the way her heartbeat sped up.

  Thankfully his brothers did a better job as they came closer and examined the white irises in her eyes. Kassern waved a hand before them. “Can you see anything at all?”

  She shook her head, frantic. “Wait. I see…” She turned her head and Kassern waved his hand on the opposite side of where she looked. Her head snapped toward it. “Red. I see something red.” She moved her head a little. “And…blue. There.” She pointed at Dorn.

  Toren felt like he’d be sick. She suddenly turned and looked at Toren and gasped. “I see your colors. You’re…silver. Like mercury.”

  She laughed a little, seeming grateful while Toren eyed the two angels with a what the fuck is going on glare, as if they were somehow responsible.

  “Oh wait, wait, I see more. Oh my God, I see a lot more!” She turned and looked at Toren and gasped. “I see you.”

  “You can see again?”

  “Yes! Yes, oh my God can I ever see.” She clenched her eyes shut then opened them again. “Oh shit shit.”

  “What’s wrong?” Toren stroked her hair, panicking all over again.

  “I’m seeing…too much, I’m seeing inside you. Toren, what’s happening?”

  “She’s gained angelic sight?” Dorn asked aloud.

  “Are you seeing beneath my skin baby, like how far?”

  Toren’s voice was a soft coo.

  She opened her eyes slowly and looked at him, hesitantly then shut them back with a troubled, “Ohhhh too much too much! I see your brain!”

  “Holy Father,” Toren muttered.

  “If she’s gained angelic sight, then you can teach her how to control it.” Kassern’s voice was stern and reassuring.

  “Yes,” Dorn agreed. “That’s all this is, she’s gained part of your powers, they all do, it’s always a little different for each of them.”

  She sniffed then and leaned toward Toren. “Oh my gosh you…smell amazing.”

  “Scent too?” Dorn wondered, amazed.

  “I hope so,” Toren said. “The more power she has the better I feel.” He looked at Kassern. “That’s one trade I’ll never regret.”

  “I feel you brother.”

  She looked around and gasped. “I can see through the wall! Oh my God.” She covered her eyes. “I don’t like this, you gotta help me stop it, control it. I don’t want to see all of this, I feel like a voyeur!”

  Ezekiel sat reeling from his first encounter with Peggy’s brood. And with Peggy. When they’d told him to brace himself, he was expecting strange looking dogs or something, not strange looking monster children. And Peggy. The name was a laugh for such a freaky ass being!

  Lucian sat on the other side of the coffee table, scowling while tapping furiously on his computer. Wonder what had the librarian so worked up? Besides the fact he was bent over in an impossible position with his laptop on the coffee table and elbows on his knees.

  Ezekiel was getting tired of the in
activity. He'd expected non-stop action after Troy and Lucian explained a little more about the mission. They'd left out the part about sitting and waiting for the bad guys to make a move. At least he hadn't been totally vegetating, though. Dorn, the blue angel, had turned the en suite fitness center over to Ezekiel with orders to provide martial arts training to all the humans.

  At least he'd gained a new appreciation for the females on the team. They might be American, but there was nothing superficial about any of them. Especially not the ferociousness they brought to their training. The bruised ribs Devyn inflicted on him still ached, and he could have sworn Sally'd broken his tibia with her bare foot.

  "Uh, Ezekiel?" Lucian sat back from his laptop for a moment. "Do you happen to know anything about buying or selling big weapons? At least I'm assuming it's big. You were a soldier, right?"

  Ezekiel's hackles rose. He'd told none of them about the situation that had led him to the small town in Montana. So why was the librarian asking him about weapons dealing?

  "Sorry, man. Forget I asked." Lucian bent over the laptop again. "Didn't mean to offend you."

  The heavy frown tightening Ezekiel's brow relaxed a little. Shit, he'd better be careful or he'd give too much away. "No offense. Didn't mean to react that way. What do you need to know?"

  Lucian looked up and flashed a quick grin, transforming his usually serious face into what women must find devastatingly handsome. "Okay, part of my job for the mission is to monitor online stuff that might be related to enemy plans. With the data given to me from the angels' reconnaissance reports on the spiritual side of things, it seems there’s a demon overlord for every large scale operation of evil. And our job is to locate as many as we can and disrupt them in some legitimate way.”

  “Large scale?”

  “Weapons, drugs, sex, at the traffic ring level.” He pointed wide green eyes at his screen and whispered. “And guess what I just found. Encrypted conversations about a special event not far from here. Something they're calling the 'ultimate weapon' is to be demonstrated, which likely means it will also be sold, which likely means they’re trying to start a world war with it. Of course, all that assumes I've decoded the conversations correctly." He shrugged shirtless shoulders, lifting the broken angel tattoo that sprawled across his torso.