Divinity: Transcendence: Book Two (The Divinity Saga)

by Reid, Susan

  A sudden realization gripped me. Seeing that large, mass of black smoke that billowed out of the body that they destroyed during the fight, stained an image into my brain. It was ugly, powerfully evil, and wildly violent. It was what had been lurking underneath the false flesh of that fallen. In the back of my mind, looking at Cam`ael now, I wondered if that same black mass was what lurked inside of him too.

  Touching him, kissing him—no, it couldn’t be, I decided. Darkness didn’t have a heart. It was incapable of feelings and love, and that wasn’t Cam`ael at all. I ignored that curiosity. I didn’t want to think about it. I didn’t want to make the comparison. There was none. I knew all I needed to know of him…for now.

  He didn’t seem to concerned about his wound. His mouth immediately found mine again, and he kissed me hard, full of eager passion. He missed me, that much I could tell. Even if I never said the words, ‘I love you’ to him, there was no way that he couldn’t detect it in my exploration of his mouth in return.

  The numerous tickling sensations along the bottoms of my feet were distracting. I chuckled and looked down into the water below.

  Cam`ael called them waterlings, baby water elementals. It made me wonder just how many beings occupied the spirit realm, and what their purposes were.

  This was like some fantasy or dream world.

  I wondered if the spirit realm was where people were visiting or seeing bits of when they dreamt. For humans, dreams were the only means of travel to the spirit realm. At the same time, the dark side of it made up the horrors of nightmares.

  When we kissed again, my own desire mingled with his and became overpowering. I wanted him.

  His hands played over my bare bottom, my thighs, the small of my back, and then slid up the sides of my body. His solid manhood, pressed almost painfully against my lower abdomen, and conveniently nearly slid up in between my breasts.

  His strong hands pulled my legs around his waist. I tensed in both fear and anticipation. My heart hammered in my ears, feeling the tip of his firm erection begin to probe into me.

  Then he stopped.

  Pulling away, a sudden look of concentration knitted his brows together.

  I instantly thought, this was it. This is where he turns and becomes what I dreaded after all. A demon who had tricked me into a vulnerable position. I felt apprehension twisting knots in my stomach.

  “What’s wrong? What is it?” I asked.

  He seemed upset. The flash of light in his eyes changed in intensity and color, which conveyed his emotions clearly.

  “Nothing. I forget that sometimes privacy isn’t a luxury out here.” He said almost angrily, as he scanned the distance all around us, watching and listening.

  Had someone else seen us? I didn’t see anyone. Or had other divine warriors or elders spotted us? I didn’t even want think about that possibility.

  I trusted him. He knew this realm better than I did.

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  The strange waterfall defied all laws of physics and gravity. Like a fountain, it cascaded upwards over a hidden cave on the side of the mountain. It fanned out like a glassy, sheet of water, spraying out of a water-filled crater, from some unseen source at the base of the cliff.

  Inside the quaint cavern, it was dim, but illuminated by glowing rocks beneath the pool of water in the middle of it. It was peaceful and tranquil here. The sound of rushing water cascading down over the cavern opening, echoed softly all around us.

  When he set me down, I looked around curiously at the unusual slick, rock formations. The water in the pool was fresh and clear; like a spring, apparently being fed from the Eternal waters.

  He was silent again. His beautiful face showing concentration, just like it had only moments ago.

  “What are you doing?” I had to ask.

  He appeared hesitant at first and then his expression relaxed.

  “Fallen can communicate telepathically. I try to stay in touch with those in my circle often.” He said.

  I didn’t know that. I admired that ability.

  It’d be awesome and helpful if the divine warriors could do it too.

  “Oh. Is everything ok? Is it about me? Did they…recognize me?” I wondered, seeing as his expression didn’t seem too pleased or happy afterwards.

  He smiled, “No. It’s fine. It’s funny, that was their exact question to me about you.” He said taking my hand, backing up, and leading me onward with him into the pool of water.

  “What? You mean if I recognized any of them?”

  He nodded. “Rahab is especially fond of you.”

  My brows furrowed. “Rahab?”

  “He’s the onyx colored one with the curved, knife-like claws, but you may remember him as…making your burger at Ray’s Fine Eats. We went there the first night we met.” He mused.

  I searched my memory, and a smile began to spread across my face.

  “I think I do remember him.” I whispered.

  Cam smiled. “It would probably make it easier if you saw him in the form he took when you met him.”

  I was sure I would recognize him then.

  I admired his perfectly sculpted body. It was smooth, muscular, hairless, and flawless; with the exception of his dark brandings…and absent belly button. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him.

  He pulled me closer once we were submerged in the water. It was warmer in here than it was in the Eternal waters. My feet barely touched the bottom, the water stopping just above my breasts. For him, the water stopped just below his waist.

  “This is nice.” I commented.

  “It’s one of my favorite hideaways.”

  His eyes were glowing again. They were frighteningly beautiful; softly burning more gold, then deep indigo and green this time. The heat emanating from his skin was like steam.

  It wasn’t just desire that I was absorbing from him. The power and energy that he gave off, swirled seductively around me, and it was both alluring and intense. I could fully understand why he was indeed a lust demon.

  The air was damp, and through the smell of earth, I still managed to distinguish and inhale the mixture of earth, cinnamon, and cool rain that was Cam’s scent. My heart pounded with anticipation.

  I knew this was wrong but I couldn’t deny loving him. He had my heart and now—I wanted him to have my body.

  I trembled nervously. Pulses of his sexual power pressed against every erogenous nerve beneath my skin, all with a smoldering gaze…without him even having to touch me.

  I wanted to inspect his supernatural beauty up close and personal. The ugly wound on his bicep bothered me to see, wishing I could hurry his healing along. It looked painful but didn’t seem to faze him.

  I supposed it was because he was right about the healing waters. His injury had improved since he removed the bandages and the sling. The new skin was just as smooth and flawless as the rest of him.

  Though ruined, his wings were still magnificent. His feathers were streaked with angry dark markings. I figured that the symbols must represent his sins, but the majority of his feathers were still pure white and lined with delicate, gilded edges.

  He remained still, curiously watching me with a smirk, as I began to admire all seven feet of his glorious tanned body. The heat of him intensified, and I heard him begin to breathe deeply, maybe anticipating my move this time.

  We made eye contact briefly as I waded around him to better marvel at his wings, though they both remained relaxed and folded in. His head was cocked slightly, and he continued to watch me with humor in his eyes. He made no move to fully turn around, or even ask what I was doing; allowing me full reign over him.

  I reached out, tracing my fingers softly around the firm ridges of flesh along his back, which seamlessly formed the base root of each wing. He shuddered slightly and softly moaned, as my fingertips lightly brushed his skin. It felt like hot silk, glistening with both water and perspiration, which accentuated every hollow, curve, ridge, and bulge of the taut muscles that lie beneath.
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  He sighed deeply, and I felt an immediate sensation between my own legs. It stimulated a pleasurable tingling, vibration that spread up into my groin, and my breath caught softly.

  I released a sigh that came out as more of a moan and I licked my lips.

  His heat was like an aphrodisiac, making me shiver with mounting lust. Desire warmed my blood, pumping heat throughout my veins and straight into all my nerve endings, which hardened my nipples.

  “Is this your version of seduction?” He asked softly.

  The hard beating of my heart was breaking up the steady breaths that I tried to maintain when I spoke, “Seduction? I should ask you the same thing. What was that?” I referred to his brief assault of pleasure on me just a moment ago.

  “Did you forget what kind of fallen I am?” He replied.

  I paused.

  My excitement was building even more at his reminder.

  “No, I haven’t forgotten. I’ve just always been curious.”

  “Curious? About which part?” He repeated with a raised brow.

  “Your wings.”

  “Does this curious exploration go both ways? I’ve been curious too, and for a lot longer than you have.” He turned his head to look down at me, giving me a naughty grin.

  “I don’t have wings.” I smiled to humor him.

  “No, you have something even more precious and sensually prized. Something that many male angels, both human and supernatural, have wanted, fought over, and literally fallen from heaven for, ever since the beginning of time.” He smirked.

  I pursed my lips. “As if you aren’t already familiar with many female bodies and parts.” I replied.

  He smiled, “Every female is different. Your body in particular, has held my desire and interest for quite some time now. I’ll let you in on one age old secret of the universe as a truth.” He continued to look over his shoulder at me.

  I paused and gauged him with an expectant rise of a single brow.

  He grinned slightly, “It’s not that big of a secret. In fact, it’s pretty obvious.” He licked his lips. His eyes were smoldering, literally making me shiver with need.

  “What’s that?” I urged him on.

  “Females, hold all of the power, no matter which dimension you venture to, or what kind of being you are. It’s all the same. We males are at your mercy, which can be dangerous and frustrating at times…but it’s never a bad thing.” He then smirked mischievously.

  Interesting. My heart skipped a beat when I swallowed and bit my lip. “Well, if that’s the case, why does it seem like you don’t want me touching your feathers. Too much power over you?” I teased with a simper.

  “I don’t really like anyone touching them. Feel free to wield your power in touching and stroking anything else of mine though. You should never start something that you may not be able to finish.” He smiled deviously.

  I looked at him inquisitively, “What does that mean?” I asked as my fingers continued their curious journey along the expanse of his muscularly broad back. This close up, I could see many veins running beneath the fleshy base of his wings. I was fascinated at how he easily they simply appeared and then retracted. I suppose the ability and process was much like the way that both he and we as warriors, wielded our weapons.

  His muscles flexed, and his quickening pulse jumped rhythmically beneath my fingertips.

  He shifted, “It means, that I will fuck you into numbness, well past my own multiple orgasmic ejaculations, just shy of completely dislocating your entire pelvic region. You’re turning me on past the point of dangerous return—for you.” He warned.

  I could only stare at him with my eyes wide and my mouth slightly agape. I nearly fell over with titillation at his vulgar statement, which actually…turned me on.

  “You asked.” He replied with another devious smile.

  I grinned naughtily, swallowing hard as another wave of lust pushed against me insistently this time, making me pant. Raging desire began to pool into my belly, and my heart began to thump rapidly.

  His eyes hypnotically held my gaze for a moment.

  “And just for the record, I never say anything I don’t mean or plan to carry out. It’s a good thing that you’re immortal now. You’ll recover quickly.” He trailed off with a smirk.

  I blushed, already throbbing and aching for him. Had we made love before I died?

  “Did we…ever…” I began to ask.

  “No.” he said softly, “We didn’t have long together.” He then whispered.

  I wanted to ask him why but that may turn into a deep conversation, and right now, I didn’t feel like doing much talking…yet.

  I continued to splay my fingers, running them through the exquisitely soft, downy white feathers. The gold edges shimmered, as if each one were alive and surrounded by its own celestial energy, magic, and power. I eyed the black ones and frowned. I felt saddened that they marred the beauty of his white ones. I could feel his sorrow and shame instantly. They were nearly as large as the white plumes, but they felt coarse and brittle.

  Cam instantly stiffened, and a deeper moan escaped him. He returned the erotic sensation once again, and it was more forceful. He was intent on having me feel the obvious pleasure that he was getting from me. A spasm of pleasure erupted deep within me, and spread warmly throughout my groin and thighs. I almost collapsed from the sudden shock of ecstasy that left me breathless.

  He towered over my mere five foot two. This would be tricky, but highly possible.

  “I don’t like it when you use your magic on me like that.” I told him.

  This time he raised a brow and finally turned around fully, looking down at me, “It’s not magic.”

  “Then what do you call it?”

  “My own foreplay.” He gave a half grin.

  I pressed my lips, pushing slightly away a from him. The cool water rippled around us.

  “You know what I mean.”

  “And you know what I want. You’re driving me crazy, Starling.”

  I sighed softly and bit my lip, scanning his glorious beauty. I was torn with indecision. I wanted him. I wanted him to have me, but…what would happen to the both of us? I had just taken an oath to destroy demons and fallen. In my eyes, Cam`ael doesn’t count, does he?

  “Why did you fall?” I finally brought myself to ask.

  I noticed a flicker of tension in his demeanor and it had my attention.

  “Why does it matter?” he asked sharply.

  I wasn’t expecting that tone and attitude from him. No doubt, when someone jumps to automatic defensive mode, there was a reason. Supernatural beings weren’t immune to that common assessment.

  “Because it does. I want to know if I’m in love with a sadistic killer, torturer or a rapist.”

  He seemed affronted. “Starling, I’m a fallen.

  What more do you need to know? If you’re looking for a saint or an angel, then you’re seducing the wrong being. I’ve done many things that I’m not proud of nor will I ever mention to anyone. None of it involves killing, torturing or raping if that makes you feel better. Regardless, you’re still mine, and you’re not going to get rid of me that easily anyway.”

  I frowned. I guess it did make me feel better, in a way. Ok, so no killing, torture or raping. What else was left then? I still wanted to know exactly why. It had to be bad enough for him to be cast down.

  “Yours? I’m not an object.” I finally said. My statement apparently tickled him.

  “You’re the object of my affections.” he smiled.

  He took my hand, kissing each of my fingertips gently, and then guided it to rest over his chest, where his heart was.

  I couldn’t help but soften and smile. His charm was addictive, and so was he.

  In a small sense, he did have a point. He was a fallen, and I knew that. But he owed truth to me, if he loved me as much as he claims to.

  Some small part of me still felt as if I were dangerously risking myself.

  He pulled i
n his wings and they disappeared. Undoubtedly, he was taking them away from me, so I wouldn’t continue to explore them. He slowly began to lower himself beneath the water, his eyes glinting with mischief.

  I didn’t move. On his way down, his hands slid over my firm nipples teasingly, massaging their way down to my stomach, gliding over to my hips, and down to my inner thighs—pushing them apart.

  I tensed, wondering where he was venturing. Once his head disappeared beneath the water, he thrust forward, pulling me towards him, my legs resting over his shoulders as he gripped my rear firmly.

  Arching my back, I gasped and cried out. The most incredible sensation speared into me, coming straight from between my legs, and jolting crazily throughout my entire body in a burst of ecstasy.

  His mouth was hot against me, his tongue moving like a fiery serpent. He skillfully, suckled, flicked, stroked, lapped, and rolled his ardently eager tongue over each and every nerve packed region with expertise. With his strong, warm hands supporting my lower back and hips, he had me perfectly balanced and positioned. Gripping his hair firmly, I tightened my thighs, pressing and grinding myself harder into his mouth.

  How was he able to breathe underwater while doing that? I wondered. I suddenly didn’t care, I didn’t want him to stop.

  My cries and wails echoed throughout the cavern. I didn’t care how loud I was. I couldn’t help it. The intense pleasure was deliciously mind blowing. My body trembled, nearing a climactic force that seemed foreign, yet natural.

  “Ohh, Cam!” I squealed loudly.

  My breathing quickened. My cries steadily rose into a high-pitched crescendo, in response to the mounting spasms of pleasure, which began to tingle and tighten in my lower belly and thighs.

  I screamed, trembling violently in his hold. My first orgasm had detonated into a massive explosion of clouds, lightning, and a star-filled sky behind my eyelids. My body stiffened, arching and bucking while he held me firmly in place. He continued to devour me, slurping greedily, after I spontaneously climaxed hard, once again.