by Alisa Woods
He grinned. “Someday,” he said casually, as if they were just having tea, not excruciating torture-sex while she hung from the wall, “I need to introduce you to the Penance Room.”
She was still gasping, and the ache between her legs was literally verging on pain. “If we do, you’re going to be the one strung up. And I’m going to make you suffer, Taj. So bad.”
He bit his lip and came back to her, holding his insanely hot body against her and digging his fingers into her hair again. “Keep talking like that,” he whispered between kisses along her jaw, “and I won’t be able to hold back much longer.”
Talk? Oh, hell yes, she could talk. “Are there restraints in this Penance room?”
“Oh, yes.” His hand was sliding back between her legs to torture her some more.
“Describe it.” She gasped as he slipped a finger inside her, giving her some of the blessed friction she was dying for.
“There’s a wall with shackles,” he said as he kissed his way down her chest. “It’s used for lashings. And then suspension until recovery is complete.”
Sounded a lot like the way he’d strung her up. Okay, so this was his thing—
She bucked against him as his tongue reached her nub. “Ah! Yes. Fuck.” He was working her with his fingers and his tongue both now, and she was practically crying with need, but she knew this round would end the same—with him leaving her hanging, literally, and pulling back just to start again. He held her hip still so she couldn’t even move that way as he worked her to near-climax again.
Talk. She needed to talk. “So I’m going to tie you to this wall,” she gasped.
“Mm-hm.” Even the hum of his words against her flesh sent her into spasms of near-orgasm.
“And I’m going to lash you with one of those whips,” she panted.
He jolted a little, stumbling in his normally expert manipulations of her flesh.
“The kind of whip with lots of endings to it. To spread the pain around. Because you’re an angeling, and I know you can take it.”
He flinched again and thrust his fingers into her harder. God, yes.
“Our safe word,” she panted, “will be Fuck Me.” She let out a whimper because he was really stepping up the pace now. “You will have to say it, out loud. Really loud. Loud enough for the world to hear.” She was rushing her words now because the faster she talked, the faster his tongue flicked and his fingers thrust. “I’ll whip you and tease you and suck you until you say Fuck Me,” she panted. “Because I want you to beg.” Then she cried out hard because he had finally done it—finally brought her to the edge, and she was tumbling over it was like she was exploding on the inside. Pleasure wracked her so hard she convulsed against the wall, her back arched as much as it could with the restraints. The waves of it washed from her toes, flexed and suspended in air, to her head, where it felt like her hair was standing on end. The bliss of it was out of this world… holy fucking angels of light.
She was still gasping hard when he moved away, so she didn’t hear his own panting until he grasped her by the air and pressed his rock hard body against her, including his massive cock pressing into her stomach. “Say it,” he whispered hoarsely, and it gushed another wave of pleasure through her to hear him so aroused. “Say Fuck Me.”
“Oh, God, please. Fuck. Me.” She could barely get the words out, but when she did, he grunted, grabbed hold of her hip to hold her still and thrust that thick, gorgeous cock of his straight up into her. She shrieked. Finally. She was still tightly bound, so his thrusts surged through her whole body, jolting her and pleasuring her with every slam. “Yes, God, yes! Tajael.” Tears of relief and release leaked from her eyes. His thrusts just got more wild. Curses and grunts slipped from his mouth. Her climax was rocketing up. He was so damn big and just filled her so completely, but this rough wildness was new, and it was bringing an orgasm that felt like it would tear her apart. When it came—when she came—she actually screamed. He followed right behind, crying out and growling and continuing to take her like his life depended on it.
The waves of it lasted and lasted, but when they had finally passed, every muscle in her body went loose. Tajael magicked away her restraints, and if he hadn’t been there to catch her, she would have been a puddle on the floor. He quickly turned and carried her onto the bed behind him, sitting at the headboard and curling her into his lap.
“Holy. Fucking. Magic,” she breathed.
He cuddled her even closer and let out a long breath. “Tell me you enjoyed that.” His voice was husky and deep.
“You’re kidding, right?” Her bones were too loose to lift her head and give him the crazy look he deserved.
“Tell me.” There was a touch of anguish in his voice.
She swallowed. Her throat was dry from all the panting. And screaming. “I can’t decide which part I liked most,” she said, bringing lightness into her voice even though her body was still… Just. Fucking. Spent. “You fucking me like a wild thing or the fact that I get to whip you at some point in the future.”
He twitched, and she could feel the shudder run through his body.
She grinned, even though her head was still tucked against his chest. Then he eased up to sitting a little straighter, and she heard the tell-tale rustle of his wings coming out.
“Are they still white?” he whispered. “Because if I were to ever Fall from Lust, it would have been just now.”
She lifted her head. His wings were still pristinely, glistening white. “Nope. Still a sweet angel boy. I’ll have to work harder to turn you naughty.”
He groaned like she was causing him the most delicious pain ever.
Damn. This whole tie-me-up-and-fuck-me thing would seriously need further exploration. And she would definitely make time for that. But it had been three days that they’d been going at it—angeling endurance was definitely sexual—and at some point, she needed to get back to the office. And change the world.
“You know, we really should leave the apartment at some point.” She nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck. She meant it, but she’d need to have her muscles not be jello first.
“Are you certain?” he asked, not at all teasing. “I can have food brought for you.”
“I’m certain I need to get back to work at some point.”
He let out a long sigh. “Yes, I suppose so.”
She grinned and peered up. “You were hoping I’d say the Penance room, weren’t you?”
He couldn’t speak for a moment, then he simply said, “Yes.”
Her smile grew. “Maybe we could make our own.”
His eyes dropped to half mast. “What about your research?”
“Oh, I’ll definitely be doing that, too. Then I’ll come home and tie up my own personal angeling in my dungeon and have my way with you.”
He shuddered again. “I am in favor of this.”
She laughed lightly and splayed her hand across his chest., tucking her head back under his chin. “Do you think they have the lab rebuilt by now?”
“Oriel’s been sending me reports,” he said, his voice sounding not so strained. “They’ll need a few more days, but it should be operational soon.”
“And they’ve made the copies like I asked?”
“Copies of all your research have been shared with every scientist in the world who’s capable of using it. They’ve all been sworn to secrecy, but they’re aware of each other. In case the others are targeted. Plus your other plans and schematics are backed up in approximately 172 secure locations.”
“Good.” She’d let him handle all the contact with the outside world, simply because she wanted to mentally retreat for a while. Get lost in Tajael’s arms. Keep the world outside. And it worked… she was getting closer to being ready to do this amazing and dangerous thing again. Changing the world. It sounded so dramatic, but that’s exactly what they were facing. Changing the balance of power between the mortal and immortal worlds in a way that no one—especially not her—could for
esee the consequences of. It was risky… but exploration always had been.
“Has Maxon hired the people I requested?”
“He’s still working on that.”
She pulled back. “And he still doesn’t know?”
“He believes the accident was an overpowered transformer. But your team has recovered the video of the experiments. He believes it will work. He’s expanding the lab and taking over the entire floor. Oriel has him convinced that he’s a security consultant. A human security consultant.”
“Nice.” She grinned again.
“You needn’t return right away,” he said gently, peering into her eyes. “They have plenty to do before you arrive.”
“And I have plenty to do here.” She playfully let her hand slide down his chest and grasp hold of his cock.
He sucked in a breath. After the epic sex they had just enjoyed, any normal man would need a day, maybe two, to recover. At least an hour. But her angeling of light had unearthly endurance. And she wasn’t the least bit surprised when his cock rapidly grew under her touch.
“There’s a question I have for you, Dr. Netherman.” His voice was already breathy.
“Where should we put the whipping wall? I was thinking the kitchen.”
He smiled, slow and lazy and so full of love, she thought her heart might burst with it. “That was my second question.”
She smirked. “Okay, what’s the first?”
His smile tamed, but the shine of love stayed. “Do you wish to have a child?”
“Um… what?” She pulled back, then glanced down at her body curled in his lap. They’d had enough sex that if what he said about angelings not getting you pregnant without trying was not actually true… well, she would definitely be pregnant by now. Which strangely didn’t terrify her like it should. She had never wanted children before—and now was definitely not the time, not with her research and everything going on—but the idea of it… a baby angeling… it kind of made something go still and quietly joyful in her heart.
“If you do not wish it, that is completely fine,” he rushed out. “I’ve always vowed that I would never Fall just because I knew the torment of being a halfling. Of never being perfect enough, never angel enough, and yet, never allowed the full pleasures of being human, either.”
Her heart squeezed. “Oh, Tajael.”
He smiled. “I believed that, and it was Truth… until I met you.”
“Is that… is a baby… do you want that?” God, she was stuttering her way through this.
“Markos would very much like us to have one.”
She frowned. “Markos doesn’t get a vote.”
He smiled. “I agree.”
“But you,” she asked, breathless. “What do you want?”
“I want you,” he said simply. “The fact that I have you in my arms…” He peered down at his rock hard cock that she was still absently stroking. He smiled. “The fact that you are pleasuring me without fear—for either of us—is a wonder I would give anything to keep.”
“So it’s up to me, then?”
“If you wish it, I will summon the magic to my seed that will create a child, and I will make you scream while I spill it in you.”
She smirked. “You make baby-making sound kinda dirty. I like it.”
“And if you do not wish for a child, I will love you all the days of your life, regardless.”
That caught her breath. Because of course, she wanted him forever… but forever was a different thing for a human than for an angeling. He would remain strong and gorgeous long after she had passed away. And that didn’t just make her sad and ache for him… it decided the idea in her head. She would make a child with this insanely sexy man so that long after she was gone, he might look at that child and see the love he had with her. Always.
But not just yet. “The world is very unsettled right now.”
“This is Truth.”
“And I’m about to unsettle it more. My experiments. The fae Courts. The light and the shadow. All of that needs to… settle down. And then…” She cupped his cheek with one hand and stroked his cock with the other. “Then my sweet angel boy, I want you to give me a child.”
The shine in his eyes caught her off guard, and saying the words made an unexpected surge of emotion wash over her. He held his hand over hers and bent to kiss her—long and deep and so loving it filled her with joy.
When he broke the kiss, she stroked him harder and maneuvered to push him back down on the bed. “But first, we need more practice,” she said, then she impaled herself on his gorgeous, stiff cock. He groaned and tipped his head back, and she rode him, loving every sound of pleasure he made.
With this man, she was safe. She was loved and pleasured and challenged and supported.
She was literally on the side of the angels.
And with that, there was nothing she couldn’t do.
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Tajael is an angeling of the light—a cross between human and angel. He strives for Virtue, but his human body is vulnerable to all the Sins... Lust most of all. Growing up cloistered among the angels, he must now go on walkabout in the human world to prove his Virtue. If he can keep from Falling, he'll be allowed to return and take his vows. But it's an angeling's nature to love and protect humanity... and nothing he's been taught prepares him for the Temptation ahead...
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I am a Dragon Prince of the House of Smoke… and I am dying.
Five hundred years is truly enough for a man like me. A monster. Yet a ten-thousand-year treaty will die with me, if I don’t spawn a dragonling to take my place. My two brothers are no use in this task. It falls to me, the eldest by a hair’s breadth, and yet, I cannot face the horror of another sealing. Another death. Another woman’s blood on my hands.
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I was saved from death in a dark Seattle alley by an impossibly beautiful man who swooped in on golden wings. Now he’s taken me to his lair, opened my eyes to a world of immortals I didn’t know existed, and given me an impossible task—find him a mate. Then, and only then, will he set me free. He needs her more than he wants; she wants him more than she should; and the fate of both the mortal and immortal worlds depends on not just repairing their hearts, but finding a Love that’s True…
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