Pale Wings Protecting

by Lesley Davis

  “And if I submit?” Daryl asked gruffly, her hand slipping between their bodies and cupping Blythe’s sex. Her fingers moved to trap Blythe’s clit between them, and she squeezed softly making Blythe see stars.

  “Then I would see to make it worth your while.” Blythe rocked her hips into Daryl’s hand and coated her palm with her excitement. “I promise you, you can do what you like with me. Just let me have you now and show you how much I want you.” She eased off Daryl’s hand reluctantly and gasped when Daryl put her fingers in her mouth to suck at the sticky wetness. When she removed her hand, Blythe kissed her, pinning her to the bed and roughly fondling her breasts. She loved how Daryl shifted beneath her as her ministrations turned her on.

  “Turn over,” Blythe ordered and Daryl frowned a little. “Roll over on your stomach.” She helped Daryl over to rest up on her elbows, leaving her back bare for Blythe’s perusal. She lightly ran her fingernails down Daryl’s back, loving how the muscles twitched underneath her. Blythe straddled Daryl’s buttocks and spread herself open on top of her, rubbing herself gently against Daryl’s tight ass. “I have been fascinated by your ass from the moment you walked into that office in your fitted suit.” Blythe rocked a little more, moving easily on the wetness she was leaving behind. She knew she could get herself off on the firm muscle, but that wasn’t her intention. She eased off reluctantly and Daryl looked over her shoulder, obviously disappointed too. Blythe squeezed each cheek of Daryl’s ass and then settled between Daryl’s spread legs. “I know that my first time with you should be gentle and sweet, but I really want to just fuck you and make you mine.”

  Daryl’s face flamed and her eyes bore into Blythe’s. “Gentle and sweet can wait,” she said.

  Blythe ran her palm over a cheek and squeezed. “Do you know how furious I felt today when I saw Jenn touch you?”

  Daryl frowned. “Jenn? When was that?”

  “In the gym today, she had her hand on your arm.” She watched as Daryl tried to recall. “You don’t remember?” She was rewarded with a blank look and a shake of Daryl’s head.

  “I remember watching you on the treadmill and thinking how long your legs were and how much I wanted them wrapped around me as I fucked you. I remember watching you take a drink from your water bottle and some trickled down your neck and I wanted so bad to lick my way down your throat and into your cleavage to get it. And I remember watching you boxing and feeling myself get wet as I watched you move and release your power.” Daryl’s eyes never shifted from Blythe’s. “I don’t remember any other woman because all I could see was you.”

  Blythe stretched up Daryl’s body and kissed her hard. “I don’t like other women coming on to you.”

  “I’m here with you. I only want you. Make me yours. Mark me as yours and they won’t bother you again because you’ll know I’m taken.”

  Blythe tugged on the soft flesh of Daryl’s ear. “I can be possessive.”

  “Good, so can I where you are concerned. Don’t think I didn’t see those women in the gym checking you out too. It drove me crazy seeing them eye your body when I was no better and doing the exact same.”

  “You’ve had me. You’ve had your fingers inside me and made me come.” She smiled against Daryl’s back as she reacted to Blythe’s words.

  “Yes, I have and I want to do that again.” She made to move, but Blythe stilled her.

  “My turn, then you can fuck me.” She loved how responsive Daryl was to her words and her touch. The lengthy groan Daryl expelled spurred Blythe on to do what she had been fantasizing about. She kissed a line down Daryl’s back and then bit down on a tight butt cheek making Daryl suck in a breath. Blythe licked at the bite then marked the other buttock the same. “Mine,” she said and then spread Daryl’s legs. She slipped her hand between them and found Daryl’s sex. Her fingers slipped in the abundance of arousal. “You’re so wet,” she said.

  “That’s because you’re driving me insane.” Daryl rose onto her knees at Blythe’s insistence and lowered her head. ”Please,” she whispered, widening her legs further.

  Blythe ran her hand through Daryl’s soaked lips. She captured the distended clit and pulled gently on it, then rubbed over the head making Daryl jerk into her hand. With her other hand, she pushed a finger inside Daryl; it slipped easily inside so Blythe returned with more and filled Daryl up. She could tell Daryl wasn’t used to being penetrated. She was tight, and she could see how Daryl’s body tensed at the intrusion. “I have you.” Blythe rubbed her cheek against Daryl’s ass and began pushing inside her again, making Daryl follow the rhythm she was setting. Daryl’s clit grew longer and firmer in her grasp, and she tugged it harder, feeling Daryl clench around her fingers. She let go and heard Daryl’s moan of disapproval smothered into the pillow. She couldn’t hold back a grin. Blythe took another bite at Daryl’s butt and sped up her fingers. Daryl’s groans were muffled, but she pushed back against Blythe’s hand, seeking to push her fingers in further. With her hips rolling erratically, Daryl’s moans left no doubt how desperate she was to come.

  Blythe withdrew her fingers, and in a swift move, flipped over and positioned herself between Daryl’s legs. She pulled Daryl down onto her mouth. Daryl shouted out Blythe’s name and bucked against her lips. Blythe’s tongue speared inside Daryl’s opening; pushing in as far as she could go. Then she lazily dragged her tongue up to lick over Daryl’s exposed clit. Blythe barely had a chance to marvel at how beautiful Daryl was before she felt Daryl’s thighs tighten around her and she began to erratically pump against Blythe’s mouth. Daryl’s climax came quickly and Blythe greedily lapped up the wetness that escaped in Daryl’s pleasure. She clamped on to Daryl’s hips and refused to let her go as she rode out her orgasm.

  Her face buried in Daryl’s sex, Blythe could feel the spasms pulsing through her. She flattened her tongue on Daryl’s clit and felt it move against her as it twitched with every last orgasmic beat. She pulled back just a little to let her eyes focus on Daryl’s most intimate place and pressed a kiss to the hard clitoral head that was barely covered by the hood of flesh it rested in. No wonder she’s so sensitive, Blythe marveled, as it jerked beneath her lips. She felt Daryl try to dismount from her face, and she reluctantly helped her, letting her ease onto her back before swinging a leg over her hips to keep her anchored in place.

  “Oh my God,” Daryl gasped. “No one has ever done that to me before.”

  Blythe’s fingertips traced idle patterns along the bright red flush of orgasm that painted Daryl’s sweat streaked flesh. “What? Had you hump their face?”

  “Taken me from behind and then let me ride their face for my pleasure.” She sucked in air greedily. “That was…” She shook her head in wonder. “Mind-blowing!”

  Blythe laughed. “Glad I could help. How long has it been since you’ve made love, Daryl?”

  Daryl hesitated. “Why? Was I really bad or something?”

  Blythe’s chest ached at the sound in Daryl’s voice. She liked her lover confident and forceful. Her heart broke when Daryl sounded unsure of herself.

  “No, you were fantastic, and I have a few toys at home I really want to have you wear and take me with.” She could feel the heat from Daryl’s blush warm her as she pressed a reassuring hand on Daryl’s face. “I ask because you were tight and I was worried I might have hurt you.”

  “You didn’t hurt me at all. I don’t…” Daryl hesitated again, and Blythe raised herself up on an elbow to be able to see her face. “I don’t usually have lovers inside me. They don’t expect me to want it, and I kind of got used to not having it done.”

  “Did I make you uncomfortable doing it?”

  Daryl shook her head. “No, you made me realize what I have been missing. God, Blythe, you made me come so damn hard I still have fireworks burned on my retinas!”

  Blythe snuggled into her, satisfied she hadn’t hurt her. “I love how hard your clit gets,” she said, resting her hand over Daryl’s sex and rubbing her fingertip just inside
where she could feel the hooded bump. “I love how it feels between my lips.”

  Daryl groaned and trembled at Blythe’s husky words. “I loved it when you sucked on me too, but unless you want me to come again, I suggest you take your finger off it.” She removed Blythe’s hand and placed it on her stomach, pinning it in place. At Blythe’s moan of displeasure, she said, “I don’t think I could come again just yet. You’d give me an aneurism.”

  “How do you feel about all this?” Blythe asked. “Because I have to say that I feel this was meant to be between us, and I’m thankful I’ve finally found someone who can match my passion.”

  “You’re quite the dominant in bed, aren’t you?” Daryl said, smiling.

  “I submitted to you without any argument,” Blythe said. “It was my idea to come home and get naked and you took my best laid plans for fucking you and took me first!”

  “Equal partners in all things, Blythe. I’ll give as good as I get and, if that was anything to go by, your lovemaking is so good I may never leave this bed again.”

  “I like the sound of that.” Blythe snuggled into Daryl’s arms. “I can do soft and gentle too, just so you know.”

  “And I can strap on a cock and drill you into the mattress springs whenever you wish.”

  Blythe thrilled to the devilish grin that Daryl wore. She shivered at the thought of Daryl doing exactly that to her. “This partnership just got so much better than I imagined.”

  Daryl’s eyes grew serious. “I don’t want you ever worrying about another woman, Blythe, do you hear me? I fell for you the minute I saw you. You’re all I want.” She remained silent for a moment then said softly, “I love you, Blythe.”

  Blythe’s heart beat so loud that for a moment she feared she hadn’t heard right. Daryl leaned up and kissed her gently. Smiling down at her, Blythe finally was able to admit what she felt. “I love you too, and that has nothing to do with being your wife here. It’s the simple truth in my heart.”

  Daryl’s smile was so beautiful it made Blythe want to cry. “Then I’m yours if you want me.”

  Blythe pressed her lips to Daryl’s chest, right above where her heart beat. “Oh, believe me, I want.”

  Chapter Twenty-one

  Daryl lay propped up on her side, brushing a hand over Blythe’s curly hair. The soft, silken strands slipped through her fingers and captivated her. She couldn’t touch enough. She was almost afraid that if she stopped feeling Blythe’s skin that somehow she’d disappear and Daryl would be left achingly alone again. Blythe lay on her back gazing up at her, her own hand tracing patterns on Daryl’s arm.

  “Tell me something about you no one else knows,” Blythe said.

  Daryl blinked at the request. “Like what? You already wheedled out of me my favorite sexual position.”

  Blythe laughed. “It didn’t take much wheedling when you were more than willing to share it with me and we found that it’s now a favorite of mine too.” Blythe brushed a fingertip over Daryl’s smiling lips. “Tell me something you’ve never told anyone else.”

  Daryl thought for a long moment. She felt that she could trust Blythe with all that she was. Even if Blythe would never truly understand what Daryl could do when it came to her ability to find missing children. She’d never trusted anyone before, but she felt she could trust Blythe with her life. She nodded once, deciding to share herself fully with Blythe. “You know I said I have these gut feelings about finding the missing children?”

  Blythe nodded, her hand stilling as she listened intently to what Daryl was opening up to tell her.

  “I also said I’m not psychic or anything like that. I’m not, but I did have a dream once. It’s never happened again, but the memory of it remains so vivid in my head that I can’t dismiss it.”

  “What was it about?”

  “I was among a squad of agents going into a house. I wasn’t part of them. I wasn’t an actual member of the team, but I was just there, following. I remember the woman in front of me had curly hair like yours, tied back and it hung long over the back of her Kevlar vest. The guy in charge silently signaled for everyone to take their positions, and we burst into the house, guns drawn. Inside, there were men in various stages of undress, and we swept the rooms, finding children in some with other men. The place wasn’t well kept and it had many floors with what seemed like hundreds of rooms. I followed behind the woman the whole way.

  “She went down some stairs to a basement, where the dark walls were lined with bunk beds. Children were everywhere, curled up on the mattresses and terrified by the noise of us coming in. There were shouts from the agents and the men as they were captured and it all echoed around the house. It was deafening. I’m guessing we’d just stormed in on a pedophile hideout. I remember the agents gathering the children and hurrying them out up the stairs. One little boy kept crying for his mother, and the woman had to scoop him up in her arms. He clung to her so tightly, like she was his savior. I guess she was. It was an awful dream.”

  Daryl’s eyes weren’t seeing the prettily decorated walls of the room she was in. Instead, she was back in the basement seeing the filthy conditions the children had been subjected to. She didn’t even want to think about what they had been put through in the rooms above. “The weird thing was, my dream abruptly changed just as the woman in front of me was about to turn around. Then I was suddenly at the door of another house with a small blond by my side. She had the prettiest face, was surrounded by a sunshine glow of light, and had the brightest blue eyes I have ever witnessed. She went in alone and confronted a man at a computer. I remember worrying he would hurt her because she was so small. Then the weirdest thing happened.”

  Daryl shook her head. “It sounds so crazy, but it was just a dream after all. He began to change before her and these huge horns sprung from his head. Horns, just like a goat has. I swear I must have watched a horror film before I slept because he changed into a monster right before us, and this woman never even flinched. The last thing I remember is seeing him jerk as if something had stabbed him and he just disappeared.” Daryl looked down into the widened eyes of Blythe who barely seemed to be breathing.

  “I woke up with a start, my heart racing, but feeling oddly at peace. I went into work the next day and put out some calls to my buddies dotted around on the forces to see if a ring had been busted. Sure enough, there was one and they’d caught the guy behind the distributing of the films too. I’ve never had another experience like it, before or since, but I swear I was there and saw it all happen.” She shrugged self-consciously at Blythe. “I’ve never told anyone about it because it’s too damn bizarre and I’m considered weird enough with what I can do. I really didn’t need to draw any more light in my direction telling people I’d had this dream.” She watched as Blythe licked her lips and seemed to be struggling for words. “What’s wrong, baby?”

  “I was part of that bust, and the child who wouldn’t let go of me left little finger sized bruises on my arms that took weeks to fade.” She sat up slowly and Daryl did the same. “He was barely five years old, snatched from outside a grocery store and subjected to terrible abuse for the four months they had him in that house. He screamed when I had to leave him in the hospital, but I couldn’t stay because I had to finish my job. But I wanted to stay and keep him safe until his parents could be informed he’d been found. I wanted to give him back to them, make sure they realized what a gift they had having him back alive. But I never got the chance; I had to be debriefed.”

  “You were there?” Daryl couldn’t believe it. She ran her hand over Blythe’s hair, trying to reconcile what she’d seen in the dream with the woman she had beside her now.

  “My hair was longer back then.”

  Daryl frowned, trying desperately to process what Blythe was telling her. The dream had been real and Blythe had been in it? “This doesn’t make sense.”

  “The blonde you saw was Ashley, Rafe’s girlfriend. Her part of the job was to go after the porn distributor. And I rea
lly need you to meet her now because your dream obviously wasn’t just a fluke.”

  “What do you mean?”

  Blythe took a deep breath. “Rafe and Ashley are here working on our case as well.”

  A flame of anger ignited in Daryl’s gut. “This is my case. I only involved your team. Since when are they investigating?”

  “They’re following up leads on Lailah. She’s who Ashley is after.”

  “How does she know about her? It’s only through what we’ve found out that Lailah’s part in these snatchings has come to light.” Blythe looked as if she was bracing herself to say something. Daryl frowned at her. “What else have you not told me?”

  “They think Lailah is something not quite human.”

  “Something not quite human,” she repeated carefully, not entirely sure she’d heard correctly.

  “Like as in a demon,” Blythe said.

  Daryl searched her face. “You’re joking, right?”

  “No joke. I was as surprised as you are when they told me. Rafe was nearly killed by a demon and now she can see them.”

  Daryl couldn’t believe she was hearing this.

  “Daryl, you have some kind of special power with what you do. Surely you, of all people, can see beyond what looks normal and maybe see something else?”

  “Like demons? Are you saying you think I’m possessed when I find these kids?” Daryl flung herself off the bed to stand beside it, trembling with anger. “Is this what you really talked about when you met your friend? That you all think I have some kind of supernatural power that I call upon to find the children?”

  Blythe got to her knees on the bed quickly. “No, I never said that, but these demons…”

  Daryl raised her hand to cut Blythe off. “Don’t. I have spent all my life hearing whispers behind my back about my ability and how weird I must be to be around. I have hardly any friends, Blythe, because of it. I focus on the children and it takes over my life. Who can compete with that? I’ve hidden myself away in my office and dealt with the cases that have crossed my desk and done it alone because, that way, I can’t be judged. But I brought this case to you all and hoped I’d be treated with respect. I know what I do scares people.” She brushed a hand over her face horrified to find it wet with tears. “It scares me. But I thought I could trust you with me, all of me, but instead I find you’re talking about my case behind my back and wondering if I’m conjuring up demons.” She began snatching up her clothing and pulling them on roughly. “I thought you would know me better than that.”