Repent in Love

by J. Hali Steele

  Morta wanted what was coming badly.

  He held his cock and slid it through the wetness between her thighs. With one brutal thrust, his thickness filled her. Uri slammed his shaft into her tightness. Using his rhythm, she moved with him and never missed a stroke.

  Uri was lost.

  Morta’s tight walls stretched to take all of his cock and he loved it. He rode her hard and she met each assault with one of her own. She clamped her pussy around his dick and milked him.

  “Take what you want.” He pummeled her over and over. “You like it don’t you?” His breath came in short gasps.

  “Yes.”

  Leaning over, Uri grabbed her white hair and twisted her head toward him. He possessed her mouth with his and stole her sweetness, swallowing it deep into himself.

  “I’ll never let you go. You’re mine,” he whispered in her ear. He claimed her with his penis. Uri’s heart soared as he took more and more. His orgasm close, he was overwhelmed with the desire to have her taste him. Morta groaned when he pulled out and turned her over. He got on the bed and straddled her, his stiff cock waving in her face. Before he could tell her what he wanted, she took it.

  Her mouth closed over the slick head of his shaft and devoured him.

  “Aww, shit.” There was nowhere for her to hide as he stabbed in and out of her lips. She sucked him to the back of her throat. Her tongue whipped around his penis each time he pulled out to let her breathe. The warm suction of her mouth nearly killed him. “Do you like tasting yourself?”

  “With you, yes.”

  His cock disappeared again and again. Uri couldn’t hold off coming much longer. “Baby, please.”

  Her tongue pushed him out and she licked the tender underside of his erection and it scorched his soul. Mort’s hand found his balls and, moving his cock out of the way, she laved them with wetness. Taking one, then the other in her hot mouth, she sucked both hard. Her teeth teased the tight flesh. Morta bit him until he trembled.

  All the while, her eyes remained closed tight.

  “Look at me, baby, see what you do to me,” Uri pleaded. She never opened them. He tore into her mind, and once there, he forced her to see him. You will see me, damn you, he snarled, sinking back into her wet mouth. He flooded her mind with the vision of his cock invading her lips. Uri blanketed her thoughts with his own salacious need.

  Cum ripped from him in an avalanche. His cock pulsed as he came and Morta sucked and milked him until there wasn’t anything left. Uri watched her tongue sweep out to capture the last drop from the slit of his shaft. She licked his whole length dry.

  She whispered, “What more do you want from me?”

  He fell beside her and lay on his back, one arm across his face, Uri hid his eyes from her. “You won’t get what you want until you’re mine.”

  “Why are you doing this?”

  “Because I can.”

  “You’re a bastard.”

  “And you’re a cold bitch.”

  Uri spoke to no one. Morta had vanished.

  Shit. That wasn’t how he planned the night to end. What the hell did you plan, jackass. He didn’t expect her to fall into his arms and have everything be picture-perfect. But he had hoped to hold her, feel her cool body next to his. Now what? Cold air drifted over his nakedness, reminding him of her.

  The ice queen.

  Uri’s mouth opened and he emitted a hollow cry that rumbled through the bowels of Earth.

  Chapter Three

  “Before you even ask, you know what the hell I’ve been up to, Ram.” Samael’s face flushed with anger. He threw an empty lager bottle against the wall. It shattered into a million pieces then disappeared. “My favorite wide receiver has been cut loose and I don’t need your bullshit.”

  “What are you going on about?” Ram asked.

  “Oh, nothing, not a thing. You wouldn’t understand with your pansy ass anyway.”

  “You’re crazy, you know that? Where is Uri? And you’ll crawl in somebody’s mind one day and get bitten. Stay the hell out of mine.”

  A huge grin spread across Death’s face. “With Morta. Miss him, don’t ya? I wondered how hope would work without repentance. You boys need to get your shit together.”

  Samael was right. Ram had fumbled along without Uri’s help long enough. There was still one question he had for Samael. “What happened between Osce and Morta?” If Ramiel had an understanding of what had caused the hatred between Uriel and Osce years ago, he’d be better prepared to handle what might ensue “Osce still bears scars from that debacle and I’m sure if given the chance Uriel would still see him dead.”

  “I’m the Grim Reaper, don’t confuse me with the devil, man, who you can believe had a hand in it somehow. You have to ask Lucifer about that one.” Sam’s eyes pierced him. “Been home yet?”

  Ramiel grinned wide at the thought of seeing Yael. “First I have to see Michael and perhaps you should join me. I can crawl into a mind or two myself. The kid is hands off until we at least give Uri a chance to fix this. He’s one of us.”

  “Sure, sure. It’s always fun to see what you guys can get into next.” Sam looked at him. “Playing with this kid’s soul is going to cause a lot of shit, Ramiel, you know that.”

  “I know, damn it.”

  They entered Michael’s domain and received icy stares.

  “You’re late.” Michael paced the length of his study before he turned to face Decima. “Are you sure Morta can handle this problem with Uriel?”

  “Yes.”

  “I understand there must be change, even here in Heaven. Yet we cannot afford another mishap like the one with you.” He glared at Ram and that pulled a grunt from Samael.

  “That turned out well don’t you think? Yael’s been a breath of fresh air.” Ramiel smiled at Michael. He had thought the angel general no longer concerned himself with that situation. Yael and Ram’s meshing had actually worked out for the best. The balance she brought to his life and his love for her restored compassion to the world. There was more peace and harmony among men and it had continued to this day. Hope springs eternal!

  “How did you manage to transform Yael and make her a part of yourself?” Michael asked. To do such a thing without his awareness was unheard of. Michael gestured upward with his head. “He seemed to find humor in it.” Ram was surprised to hear Decima chuckle.

  Michael was charged with helping to maintain the balance of good and evil and now Ramiel could assist him more since he had Yael. Thousands of years of keeping angels and humans apart had been hard enough. The powerful bastard offspring of angels ran amok and created havoc on Earth. The miscreants came under the control of Uriel who had not been attentive lately and the Nephilim had become a little too friendly with Lucifer, but Ramiel had a handle on that.

  The three of them remained silent. An angel meshing with a Fate would be much worse. To garner the favor of any of the Fates and hold it to oneself could be disastrous. For Morta to be involved with Uriel in any way could destroy the threads of death.

  “Uri’s so unpredictable,” Michael stated. “We can only wait and see if Morta can manage this on her own. Should she not be able to, we will intervene.”

  Ramiel knew what that meant and he glanced at Sam, who wore his face of death.

  “Lucifer and I are going to see Uri now. Sam, stay out of this for now.”

  “I don’t like losing, so hurry.” Samael took his duties seriously.

  * * * * *

  “Get out!” Uri thundered at Lucifer and Ram. “I don’t need your crap right now.”

  “That’s not going to happen so you may as well calm down,” Lucifer said. “I won’t continue to clean up behind your sorry ass either.” He spun around to Ram. “Why the hell does he have to live in my house?”

  “Enough, and because he needs to keep an eye on your devious ass. Damn, you’re both like kids. Uri, you have two choices—us or Samael, and he will kill you if need be.” Ram’s voice jarred Uri. “Let’s go somewh
ere to talk.” Ram dematerialized with both Uri and Luke in tow.

  They ended up sitting in a club full of noisy humans with raucous music blaring in the background. Bodies gyrated on the dance floor. Laughter rang out at the table beside them. Uri was pissed Michael had sent them. He refused to be baby-sat by the devil and the angel of hope, which reminded him of something.

  “Ram, this is your fucking fault.” In a singsong voice, Uri continued, “Just being with her may help. Bullshit, it’s worse, man.”

  “What do you want to hear? You knew this wouldn’t be tolerated. Can’t you just be happy screwing her?”

  Silence wrapped around them like a vacuum. The air became thick and nothing moved. Ram had gone too far. Just as Uri was ready to strike out, a white light danced in the corner of his eye.

  Light demon. Shit.

  They thrived on the discord of angels. One of Luke’s stupidest creations and Uri wondered how many there were. Luke and Ram saw them too. A bolt of searing white light pierced Uriel’s arm and jolted him into action. Thank God it missed his back, which would have caused the inability to open his wings. “Jesus Christ, can the night get worse?”

  Wings unfurled in a flurry and the angels lifted into the air. The demons had made a big mistake. They hadn’t counted on three of the strongest angels and they surely hadn’t counted on one being so pissed off he looked forward to killing something. There’d be no repentance tonight. They flew off and Uri burst into the night sky in pursuit. Luke and Ram could catch up. Spotting one, he followed it. There were five of them and their essence trailed behind them leaving a clear path. He zeroed in and released a blue line of fire, searing the demon immediately. His ass is toast.

  “Look out.” Luke’s warning came too late for Uri to dodge a bolt to the wing from one of the creatures who had doubled back behind him. He’d been careless. With a useless wing, he tumbled through the air toward the ground.

  His body never hit.

  “Shh,” Morta whispered as she caught him and streaked toward his domain inside the earth.

  Luke and Ram could handle the other demons alone. Serve Luke right if he got nailed. Those little shits carried one hell of a blast and could put an angel out of commission for a while.

  “Couldn’t let me go, huh?” He smiled at Morta.

  “Shut up,” she hissed. “I need the child and it’s not too late to drop your sorry ass.”

  Agony ate at Uri, but his laughter filled the night air. “I would have been fine. Is that the only reason you helped me?” Uri peered at her hard.

  “Yes.” She deposited him in a nearby chair. Fine down-soft feathers knitted together as he began to repair his wing.

  “Mort, why are you so cold? Did what happened between us mean nothing to you?”

  She flinched and turned away from him in an effort to gain control of her emotions. Morta refused to say what was in her heart even though the thought of him in pain seared her chest with anguish. Let him believe the boy was her major concern.

  Candles flickered and cast beautiful prisms of color through the cavern. Crystal walls danced with shadows. Her gaze fell to the bed in the alcove and she grew warm with memories of the pleasure Uri had brought to her body there.

  She was the Fate responsible for ending life and though it bored into her each and every day of her existence, it’s what she did. Morta worked hand-in-hand with Death and soon he would come to her for the child. At least she felt happy he wouldn’t be visiting Lucifer. The boy would go to Heaven. “You understand my duty so why are you doing this? We can be nothing more than what we are now.”

  “And what are we? What do I mean to you other than a good fuck?”

  Morta’s throat constricted as she struggled with her feelings. “Nothing,” she spat out. The word hung in the air.

  “Then there’s nothing left for us to say.”

  After white light dissipated from his leaving, Morta stared at the bed. Her feet carried her to its side and she breathed deep of their commingled scent. If only she could forget him. Her thoughts drifted to Osce. Maybe he could help her with this.

  * * * * *

  “Hey, Mort,” said Osce. “Been a while since I’ve seen you. What’s up?” Unsure of the reason for her visit, Osce eyed her warily.

  “I needed someone to talk to.”

  “Hmm, and I’m the first person that came to mind of course?” Osce’s mouth lifted in a sneer. “Wouldn’t have anything to do with the one bastard I’m not going to discuss with you?”

  She looked at Osce’s face. A puckered scar started at his temple, ran the length of his right cheek and stopped just short of reaching his full lips. It would never go away unless Uri removed it. Damn if it didn’t manage to make him look even more handsome in a sinister way. If only she could feel for him what she felt for Uri. Because Osce was an exulted and imbued with lesser powers, the rules regarding being with him were different.

  The sleek brown braid now reached past his waist. She remembered how soft it had felt fisted in her hand. That was as far as it went. Her intention even then had been to use Osce to wipe the angel of repentance from her thoughts. It hadn’t worked.

  “Look, Mort, I forced the kiss. I know what you’re thinking and none of this is your fault.” Whiskey-brown eyes lanced through her.

  “I can’t help feeling responsible.”

  “For what? I knew what you were doing. I could have said no. It wouldn’t have been any different. He has set his mind on having you.”

  “That can never be.” Tears threatened her eyes and she turned from Osce. His footfalls sounded far away as he crossed to where she stood. When his arms enfolded her, Morta let go. Silent sobs wracked her body and her dear friend just held her. She should hold him after what he’d been through. Osce’s face had been disfigured in a jealous rage when Uriel believed his exulted wanted to possess Morta. Uri had intended to teach Osce respect by kidnapping the woman Osce was falling for. The problem was the woman, Patricia, happened to be Yael’s best friend, and that brought Ramiel into it. Morta had retrieved Patricia but bad feelings lingered. “If only Ramiel hadn’t been involved. Christ, he and Uriel need each other.”

  “Shh, baby. It’ll work out. It gets easier.”

  “Yeah, like you could forget Patricia.” She wiped her eyes and smiled up at him. “Tell me how easy that is.” She was sorry the words had left her mouth. Osce stepped away from her going to stand by the window.

  “I don’t want to talk about her.” His shoulders slumped.

  “Why are you torturing yourself? Do you know how lucky you are that you can be with her?”

  “Yeah, right.” His glare was full of anger when he faced her. “Do you think for one minute Uri would leave her alone if he knew how much I cared? This isn’t over for him, Mort.”

  “He’d never harm her. Not now. She has Yael’s protection and Ram would never allow it.”

  “I won’t involve them again.”

  “I’ll tell him the truth. It was just a kiss; it meant nothing to either of us.”

  “Felt pretty hot from my end. Back then I’d hoped…Look, it doesn’t matter. Uri thinks there was more.”

  “So because I don’t owe him an explanation, it’s my fault?”

  “I said it’s not your fault. Mort—”

  “I must go.” It is my fault. If Uri hadn’t seen that one kiss, none of this would be happening. She had to find him, make him understand about what he saw. Ram and Yael would never let Osce be hurt again, but she couldn’t take that chance. A need burned in her to make it right for Osce and Patty. At least somebody could come out of this sad affair with some happiness. Sure as hell won’t be me.

  Michael and the Father had set rules and Morta understood why there must not be an alliance between her and Uriel. Ever.

  Morta felt her sister Fate’s presence as she whipped through the night sky.

  Are you close to a remedy? Decima asked.

  Yes, I am. It’s just that he’s still angry about s
omething that happened a long time ago. Able to bury it deep in her mind where her sisters couldn’t see it, she’d never fully explained her and Uri’s story to them. He knows he can’t keep the boy forever.

  Michael will send Samael to do what is necessary. Be careful.

  Decima was right, the stolen soul needed to be located without further delay. There had to be a way to get information from Uri. Mort hated games but she might have to play his or they could both be in dire trouble. Sam had already warned her and now Decima delivered the very same caution. The only way to handle this was to give Uri what he wanted. At least make him believe that’s what she was doing. She’d wait for him in his home. Feminine wiles were not her strong point yet she had a few tricks up her sleeve.

  * * * * *

  “You’re crazy as hell, you know that.” Lucifer said to Uri. “Michael will have you singing soprano if you don’t leave her alone.”

  Uri had decided to see what Lucifer and Ram were up to after their run-in with the light demons. He didn’t want to return home. He caught up with them at a club they all frequented. The place was packed tonight and provided just what Uri wanted. Distraction. Pulsating music helped to erase some of his blues. Uri breathed deep and took in the female smells rampant in the room.

  “Shit, it’s never stopped any of us before.” Uri’s eyes went to Ram, who nursed his bourbon. “Ask Goody Two-Shoes over there.”

  “Don’t pull me into your bullshit. I’m having a nice evening out with the boys.” Ram smiled.

  “None of this would be happening if it wasn’t for Osce.” Uri grimaced.

  “Do not even think about it. Yael will cut off your balls and hand them to Michael if you touch him again. And I’d probably help her.”

  Uri knew when to leave well enough alone. Deciding to take it out on Lucifer, he leveled his gaze on him. “You’re the one who needs to be castrated for inflicting us with your damn demons.”