Repent in Love

by J. Hali Steele

  Why had she been crying? “I know but I want to get out. I want to see and feel the rows of colorful cloth. It may give me some ideas.”

  “Why the sudden urge to redecorate?” Her sister’s eyes followed her.

  “I…I don’t know. Why the sudden interest in what I want to do?” Something wasn’t right. The emptiness inside threatened to consume her. “Would you care to join me? Nony’s probably busy spinning and weaving life.” Air huffed from her body as she flounced into the nearest chair. Morta’s duties usually came at night. Funny how human souls didn’t cry out for relief often during daylight hours. She wished right now they did. It would give her something to do aside from playing with bolts of cloth. She stood so quickly the chair rocked on its legs before bouncing with a loud knock back to the floor. “Never mind, I really want to be alone.”

  Mort twirled quickly, allowing her essence to dissipate into the air. She streaked toward one of her favorite haunts on Earth. A drink and a man were what she needed. Someone to hold her and ward off the chill that had burrowed into her like a tick.

  Her foot swung idly as she sipped her drink and gazed around the bar. She didn’t understand how her sisters could go without male touch. Two consenting adults soothing and warming each other was a blessing they were allowed to have. They just couldn’t get entangled.

  Drawn to a secluded corner of the club, Mort strained to see who it was that glared at her. The heated look mentally touched her body from head to toe. Sniffing, she caught the scent of animal mixed with…vampyre. Just what she needed. Someone who’d be a little rough, someone who’d bite and nibble at her nipples, tease her clit with his fangs. Maybe take her blood. Everything she loved in a man.

  So why wasn’t she hot and bothered?

  Because you belong to someone else.

  What the hell! She should have sensed anyone strong enough to enter her mind. I don’t belong to anyone.

  Follow me.

  A vacuum of air sucked her right out of the room. Mort soared behind the strange winged creature. It had been a million years since she’d seen a bird of fire. Why was he on Earth? Worse yet, why didn’t she want him?

  The firebird dropped down onto a grassy knoll and took on the appearance of a man. Her feet lightly skimmed the ground as she landed beside him. Long, oddly silver and black streaked hair pulled into a ponytail touched his waist and emerald-green eyes sparkled at her. A sly smile curved his lips.

  “Who are you and where are we?” Feeling disoriented, she should have paid more attention to how far they traveled and in what direction. Instead, her mind had been on satisfying her baser needs.

  “I’m not important.” He gazed down the hill and said, “We’re in The Valley of Elah and the angel down there is why I brought you here.” Snapping his fingers, he snatched her beautiful black shirt with the glittering silver threads from midair and handed it to her. “Never lose this again. Your sister would be very disappointed.” He reached out and traced a line down her cheek. “Listen to his prayer and you will understand.”

  Morta was sure she hadn’t blinked or missed a thing, yet before her stood the enormous bird again. It was taller than her and twice as broad across the chest. Bright red, vivid yellow and purple plumage glowed as the wings flapped and lifted it into the air effortlessly.

  You can thank me another time. The animal dissolved into a thousand particles of colored light and blew away on a strong breeze.

  Silence surrounded her for a moment. Then she remembered the angel below. Whispered words reached her and she spun to look down the embankment at the man who knelt beside a pristine lake.

  Uriel.

  The last angel on Earth she cared to see. Sharp pains stabbed her chest, bringing her to her knees. A strong breeze lifted her white hair and carried his words to her.

  “God saves not with sword and spear, for the battle is His. God loves you, God forgives you and I pray to be absolved of all my sins.”

  Morta trembled at the words and a stark chill shook her to the bone. Crouched on the ground, she pushed her arms through the shirt and was glad the stranger had returned it to her. She pulled the cloth tight around her body, loving the way the soft material warmed her. Glancing down, she smoothed one hand over the front of the pretty garment. The silver threads vibrated in the sunlight, playing tricks with her eyes. It seemed they twined around some of the black threads and formed a braid.

  Letting her head fall to the side, she continued to listen. He still prayed. She swallowed uncontrollably.

  “Forgive me, Father, for taking the life of one of your children. He was the child of an angel, a child of the Lord, and I beg that you absolve me of my sins then and now.”

  Sucking in air, she hissed in pain as tears flooded her eyes and streamed down her face at the sorrowful sound of his voice. Love flowed from every pore in her body. Mort scooted down the hill until she was only a few feet from the archangel on his knees.

  “Uri,” she said softly.

  He turned to face her with moisture dotting his cheeks. “Morta, why are you here?”

  “I was brought here. I… I…” There were no words to encompass what she felt.

  “Please leave.”

  “No.” She tugged the top tighter around her. “Don’t send me away.” She didn’t know how or why; Morta only knew she needed to be with him. Memories washed over her. Their time together, the night he took her to dinner. The evening he oiled and massaged her aching body and afterward, he tried to perform her duties.

  But he’d never said he loved her, and she didn’t care.

  Standing, he shoved his hands in his pockets. “You can’t be here, we can’t be together.” He stared at her hard with his hair lifting on the breeze. His dark blue eyes ravished her body.

  This was the man she’d wanted all along. How she ended up in a bar looking for a stranger was beyond her. She’d worry about that later. She rose from her position and walked over to him. Mort reached out and placed her hand on his chest. His heart pounded beneath her palm, and she knew. “I won’t leave.”

  He pulled his hands from his slacks and grasped her shoulders. “Christ,” he hissed, as he arched away. He studied his hands. “What—” His gaze drifted from her face and moved down the front of her. His fingers trembled as they brushed over the shirt she wore. “Where’d you get this?”

  “My shirt? Nony gave it to me before Marmaroth…wait, it was him! He took me away. He gave me something to drink, a potion to make me forget you.”

  “Your sister gave you this?” He was still stroking her arms and her chest. Her nipples stood at painful peaks beneath his fingertips. “Do you know what it is?”

  “It was to keep me warm.”

  “Morta, she gave you our binding threads. They’re laced through the shirt.”

  Stepping back, she gazed closer at the material. It wasn’t the sunlight. She tugged hard and pulled out the thick black and silver strands that had knitted together to form a braid. The shirt no longer glittered but the fibers in her hand did. “No, Uri!” she cried. “Marmaroth will make her pay for this.”

  “Baby, you can’t stop it. Nona knew all along we belonged together. We won’t let him hurt her.”

  “What about Samael? He can stop us unless we follow through with the meshing and I won’t do that. Ever. It would bring harm to my sisters. Please, you have to understand.”

  “Come here, honey.” He pulled her tight into his arms and held her there.

  She gazed up at him and raised her finger to trace the scar on his face. It was violently red and throbbed beneath her touch. Morta stood on her tiptoes and stretched up to kiss it. She jumped back when it moved beneath her mouth. “Uri!”

  “What?”

  “The scar—it’s disappearing.”

  Holding her breath, she watched him raise his hand to touch it.

  “Aww shit.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Uriel had carried the scar for over a thousand years. The Father himself had gi
ven it to him as a warning—and a reminder. He’d grown used to it alerting him when Nephilim were out of control. What would he do now? One thing was for sure. No matter what, he’d do everything in his power to protect Morta from all of them. He flopped down beside the lake and tried to think. Her words interrupted his thoughts.

  “How did it happen?”

  Uri quietly told the tale of how Goliath was really killed. It had started simply as a game out of boredom between him and Lucifer. He even made a bet with the devil the boy could win. They each blew on a stone and mixed them with the other stones David collected and sat back to wait and see what would happen. It could just as well have been Lucifer’s stone to reach the giant and who knows what would have happened then.

  Since it was the stone Uri had blown on that killed Goliath, the same stone was drawn down the left side of his face by God, leaving it disfigured.

  Playing with the lives of humans just because he could was horrible and cruel.

  According to Michael what he’d done had almost changed history. It took quite a lot of work and a long time for the angel general and others to fix his indiscretion and put things back according to God’s plan. It was then he was also given the thankless task of keeping the angels’ earthbound offspring in line. A job he’d come to abhor. Not having the warning signal of the pulsating scar would now make it much harder to accomplish his duty of keeping humans safe from the Nephilim.

  Shit was going to hit the fan for sure the minute anyone saw his face. They’d know something had happened.

  Hell, this might be the last time he could be with Morta. It might be the last time he existed in this world without heartache.

  Standing, he removed their clothing, picked her up and carried her into the lake.

  “I need you.”

  “I want you.”

  When he was waist-deep in the water, he placed Mort on her feet and showered her face with kisses. Uri would never have enough of this woman. Her scent, the silky feel of her skin beneath his fingertips. He stroked and caressed every visible inch of her body. Her soft mewls when he tweaked her nipples drove him mad.

  “I don’t want to ever let you go.”

  “We have now. Don’t let me go right now.”

  Sweeping his hands down the contours of her back until he reached the rounded globes of her behind set him on fire. Spreading her ass cheeks, he entered Morta’s tight anal passage with one, then two fingers.

  “Yes,” she breathed. Slipping her arms around his neck, she teased his nubs with her tongue and teeth. Her mouth pressed against his chest and she pulled the bud hard with her lips.

  Uri arched back when she bit down. “Damn, that feels good, baby.” Her tongue darted out and swept hot, wet circles around the tiny peak.

  “Mmm, you taste good.” She continued to suck and lap at his nipples. First one and then the other.

  Blood engorged his cock and it bobbed in the water, bumping her belly. He didn’t want to enter her. This had to last a long time, maybe forever.

  “Wrap your legs around my waist.” With both hands on her butt, he hoisted her up until his balls rested against her hot pussy and his penis was trapped between them.

  Holding her like that, Uri continued to sink fingers deep inside her ass. In and out so very, very slowly. Mort moaned and ground against him, making him weak at the knees.

  He withdrew his fingers and swept them through the cool water. “If we keep doing this here, we’re both going to drown. I want to look at you, see all of you.” He whispered as he nibbled on her earlobe. He moved toward the shore, each step blissfully painful as the tip of his dick rubbed her stomach. “I can barely stand not being inside you.”

  Going down on his knees, he gently rested her on the soft grass. “Christ, woman, what do you do to me?”

  “Uri, take me.”

  “No.” His breathing was erratic as he stretched out beside her. Leaning on one elbow, he drew circles around her areola, savoring the hardness of the buds each time he brushed against one. “I’m going to take every minute we have.”

  Drawing a line down her stomach, he enjoyed it when she bowed up.

  “Uri!”

  “Hmm?”

  Lingering for a moment at the blonde dusting of hair gracing her mound was too much for him. He slipped his hand farther between her legs which she held slightly apart and Uri flicked her clit with his fingers. Her womanly scent rose up and wreathed around his head, sending blood looping through his veins double-time. His erection bobbed back and forth against their thighs.

  “You’re making me wet,” she moaned.

  “That’s exactly what I want. Your pussy so fucking wet that when I mount you, my cock will slide easily inside and fill you up.” He continued to slip his fingers back and forth through her crease, gathering moisture.

  Her breast rose up and down as she gasped for air each time he bumped the nubbin hidden in the slick folds. The hand closest to him gripped and stroked the inside of his leg. When she touched his balls he jerked, sending his hardness slamming painfully into her hip.

  “I’m going to make you come.” He entered her with his middle finger and kept the tip of his thumb rubbing back and forth over her clit.

  Her body plunged up, letting him know he’d found the spot.

  “Ooh, there, right there,” she moaned loudly.

  “Here?” Uri asked while he continued to push his finger into her hard and stroked back and forth. His thumb never left her pearl. He moved his hand faster and faster. Bringing her pleasure was all that mattered.

  “Don’t stop,” Mort wheezed as she lifted and gyrated her hips. “More. Faster.”

  “Like this.” His hand rammed into her canal again and again, sending his finger as deep as it would go until her thighs clenched and trapped his wrist in a viselike grip.

  Her head went back and the pure sound of pleasure ripped from her throat on a guttural cry that shattered the silence in the valley. “Unnhh…yes, I’m coming, Uri.”

  “Give it to me, fill my hand.” And she did. Warm cum slid past his fingers into his palm. “All of it, Morta, give me everything you are.”

  Her body collapsed back onto the ground and he rose to his knees. Parting her legs gently, he twisted his body until he was wedged between her thighs. Leaning over her, he captured a puckered nipple in his mouth and sucked until she squirmed against him. He treated the other bud with the same delight until he couldn’t take any more.

  Leaving her nipples, he swept his tongue over her lips and teased for entrance. When she opened, he slipped into her warmth and let his tongue touch and taste every dark corner. He bit her lips before he captured them beneath his in a long, searing kiss.

  Still nibbling at her mouth, he murmured, “Raise your legs for me.” Uri helped by placing his arms under her knees and pulling her toward him until her pussy was close enough to lick. Mort draped her legs over his shoulders.

  His tongue flicked out and touched her, sending her hips jutting higher and her hot folds right up to his mouth. Pulling away, he whispered, “You taste like Heaven.” Uri began to lick and suck, stabbing his tongue in and out until she rewarded him with another cry and another rush of cream. “That’s it, honey. Give me everything,” he grunted.

  A drop of pre-cum slid from his erection onto his thigh. He couldn’t wait to be buried inside her, take her over the edge once more.

  “Now I’m going to take you.” He rested her on the grass but kept her legs spread wide. His hips sank down until his cock brushed against her warm, moist vaginal lips. He hissed in pleasure, “Mort, you’ll always be mine.”

  Uri slowly nudged his dick through the entrance to her channel, stopping when the head was just inside. He held it there savoring the heat and tightness of her pussy. He could stay like this forever.

  “Uriel,” she cried out as she tried in vain to push against him. His hands were on her hips and held her still.

  “No, baby, please,” he begged, hoping she wouldn’t mov
e.

  It was too late.

  He pushed deep inside her with one swift stroke and pulled out. Again and again he plunged his shaft in and out of her canal. Uri filled her just like he promised. He could feel her stretch to accommodate him and then the walls of her pussy constricted on his penis, bringing him to the very edge of coming. His nuts tightened and his body grew tense as he continued to push in and pull out. Uri’s strokes grew faster, harder as he carried her along in his wake.

  Morta arched into him and keened, “Oooh,” as she came yet again.

  When he couldn’t hold back anymore, he bellowed, “Morta,” and released a stream of cum deep into her pussy. He collapsed on top of her with his penis still buried inside her. His face lay in her shoulder as he nibbled and nipped her there, drawing blood. His tongued laved the wound until he knew the small prick would be healed. “I’ll always need you,” Uri whispered, taking her with him when he rolled onto his back. He held her pinned to his chest and was happy to hide in the curtain of icy blonde hair that feathered around his face. Sucking in a lungful of air, he relaxed and let his eyes close. He didn’t want this to end, but there was something he had to tell her and he had to do it now. “Morta?”

  “Hmm. Please don’t ask me to move,” she murmured above him.

  “I’d like to keep you like this forever. Maybe I can.”

  She pushed up and looked him square in the eye. “I can’t, I won’t do that, Uri. I will not jeopardize my sisters by meshing with you. Can’t we be happy with what we have?”

  “The problem is…” His voice trailed off and he couldn’t look at her.

  “Shit, no, Uri. Tell me you didn’t.” Her eyes grew big as saucers. “That’s what happened the last time we made love? No! Oh. God. No. You did it, didn’t you?” Morta flashed up and dressed in the blink of an eye. “You bastard, I trusted you.”

  Before he could say a single word, she was gone.

  Uriel didn’t move until the sun slid low in the blue sky, casting shadows across the meadow as it slipped behind the treetops. He sat up and sighed. The dull ache had settled back in his chest and out of habit he ran his finger along the side of his face. The scar he’d taken solace in for so long was gone. Uri hadn’t realized until now how comforting it had become to feel it there. From the corner of his eye, a glint of light in the brush caught his attention. He reached in to pick up whatever it was.