Rebel Lies: An Angel Reverse Harem Romance (Mates of the Realms: Immortals Book 2)

by Lacey Carter Andersen

  She took another sip of her coffee, waiting for whatever Mark had to say, when she felt Daniel’s hand on her thigh. Tensing, it took all her effort to swallow the liquid in her mouth.

  Daniel’s hands stroked the sensitive skin of her thigh, just below her small pajama shorts. Every muscle in her body tensed, and her core heated up. She wanted his touch more than anything in this world. But at breakfast? In front of the others?

  We couldn’t. Could we?

  His fingers slipped beneath her shorts and into her underwear.

  She was breathing hard as he stroked her mound, not yet entering her.

  “I found another Immortal,” Mark said.

  Her gaze snapped to him, but she was intimately aware of the fire mage’s fingers stroking her slowly.

  “Where?” Tristan asked.

  “I can’t say for sure, but I know enough to be able to show Surcy where to go.”

  Daniel parted her folds and started to stroke her there, sliding along her wet body. He avoided her clit, just circled and circled it, driving her wild. She spread her legs wider and set her coffee down, gripping the edge of the table.

  “Do we know what kind of Immortal it is?” Daniel asked, and she hated how normal he sounded.

  She could barely hear Mark’s response over her panting. “Some kind of shifter god. The images that keep flashing in my mind don’t... they don’t make sense, but I’m thinking I might understand them when we get there.”

  Daniel ran a soft finger over her clit, and she bit down a moan. Then, his finger continued on, sliding into her.

  She was going to lose her mind. She wanted to buck against him. To ride him. But she knew Mark and Tristan couldn’t find out what they were doing. If they did, all hell would break loose.

  “So what’s the plan?” Daniel asked, and she swore there was a husky quality to his voice.

  She bit down on a string of curses when he added a second finger to the first and began to slowly plunge in and out of her. Every muscle in her body twitched and squeezed, needing more. Needing release.

  Mark adjusted his glasses and drained the rest of his coffee, before setting it down. “I need Tristan’s help with a few things, but then we should teleport right there. Maybe this afternoon?”

  She nodded, swallowing down her building desire. “Sounds like... a plan.”

  Daniel pulled his fingers free, then squeezed her clit while she dug her nails into the edge of the table. “Surcy and I will get ready then.”

  Mark nodded and rose.

  Daniel put her underwear back into place and finished his coffee.

  She stayed sitting, her legs trembling. She waited until Mark and Tristan left through the front door before she was able to breathe.

  With Mark and Tristan gone, she turned to Daniel. “That was a dick move.”

  In response, he stood, his massive erection right in front of her face. “Want to even the score?”

  Damn it. She should tell him no, but she was already reaching for him. Stroking his head through his dark boxers, she loved that precum already coated the material. Pushing the boxers to the side, she pulled him out of one side and leaned forward, taking his tip into her mouth.

  His hand dug into the back of her hair and he pulled her onto her knees, forcing himself deeper. Her arousal roared like a fire as he began to fuck her mouth like a man desperate for release.

  When he looked on the edge of exploding, he froze, his eyes opening. “You feel so fucking good, you know that?”

  Reaching out, he tugged down her shirt. Her braless breasts came out of the top of her tanktop and he swore, pinching the tips. She gasped, and he shoved his dick deeper into her mouth. She gagged around him, and his grip on her nipples grew harder.

  “You like it when I fuck you like this don’t you?”

  She nodded.

  “You like taking my cock deep?” He pulled himself out of her mouth.

  It took her a second to answer. “Yes.”

  He took his shaft and moved it between her breasts, grasping her mounds and pulling them around him. “You want me to fuck your breasts?”

  “Yes,” she moaned.

  “I want you to touch yourself when I do it.”

  She nodded, sliding one hand into her underwear. She wasn’t surprised to find herself wet, and sensitive, every stroke of her fingers sent desire shooting through her.

  And all the while, he slammed his cock between her breasts like a declaration.

  “I own you,” he groaned. “Say it.”

  “You own me,” she panted.

  “Open your mouth.”

  She did. Every time he slid between her breasts, his tip entered her mouth. She stroked herself harder and harder, aching for release. Aching for him inside of her.

  At last, he pulled back. Grabbing her arm, he yanked her into the kitchen. Pushing her over the counter, he tore her shorts and underwear off.

  “Spread your legs.”

  She did.

  He gripped her thighs and eased into her wet body from behind.

  “Stroke your clit,” he ordered.

  She reached down and began to stroke herself, even though her muscles were twitching, as if overloaded.

  His big cock pushed further, deeper, and she gasped. He was so big. But from behind... he was massive, filling her in a way that was almost painful.

  When he came to his hilt, he kissed her back, and then, pulled out, before slamming back in. He rode her like a wild man while she chanted his name. His shaft sent her inner muscles tensing, squeezing, and the feeling was indescribable.

  When she began to grind against her fingers and bounce against his dick, her orgasm came like a wave, and she couldn’t stop. It felt so good. Too damn good.

  Her vision went white, and she kept screaming his name, squeezing him as she rode the waves of her pleasure.

  When he finally came, shouting her name, she swore his warm cum sent her over the edge once more. After several long moments of him plunging in and out, and her riding him like a wild animal, stretched beyond comfort, he fell on top of her.

  For a long time, they stayed like that, with him still buried inside of her, breathing hard.

  When he pulled out, he gave her ass a slap, and said. “You are one amazing lay. Now, better shower and get dressed.”

  He turned and walked away.

  She rose up onto her elbows and watched him as he grabbed his boxers and disappeared into his room. She’d wanted this to be about just sex, and nothing else. She’d wanted a way to feel more human without involving feelings, and Daniel had given her exactly that.

  So why did her stomach twist as she watched him walk away? Why did she feel alone as she gathered her clothes and went to her room?

  This was what she wanted... right?

  Chapter Three

  Daniel felt like shit as he stood in the shower. How long could he keep this up? He didn’t want to fuck his beautiful angel. He wanted to make love to her. He wanted to hold her and make her laugh. He wanted to tell her he loved her and never let her go.

  She would stop letting him touch her if she knew how badly it hurt him, so he hid his feelings. Getting to be with her like this was better than nothing.

  Even if I feel like she’s turning a slow knife in my heart.

  He’d known Mark had found another Immortal before the druid had even said the words, and he didn’t want to think about it. Their mission put Surcy in danger. It might be the only way to show her that Caine must be overthrown, but he didn’t have to like it.

  And so, he’d touched her. Felt her warm body. Plunged into her tight pussy, needing to feel connected to her, if only for a moment.

  The others couldn’t understand—they wouldn’t understand—but this is what he needed to do. It was the only way to stop him from completely losing his mind. And so, he touched her and pretended that they weren’t about to step into danger again.

  Turning off the water, he dried, styled his hair, and dressed. In the mir
ror, he saw an asshole. A man with sculpted good looks and an arrogance that hovered over him like a cloak. Most fire mages were good-looking assholes like him. Their exterior helped conceal just how dangerous they were deep inside.

  His gut clenched. Going to his door, he locked it and pulled the lighter from beneath his bed.

  Collapsing onto the edge of his mattress, he stared at it, flicking it open and closed. He was going nuts. Touching the fire would calm him.

  But you’re clean. You haven’t used fire since you died. Except for when Surcy and the others begged him to call his fire to save that damn Immortal.

  If I could use it then, I can use it now. Just a little.

  Taking a deep breath, he rolled his thumb. Flames shot from the lighter, and he groaned. Plunging his finger into it, every hair on his body stood on end. This was power, delicious power. And he needed more of it. He wanted to coat his flesh in it and allow the warmth to curl over his body.

  Surcy knocked on his door. “They’re back,” she said, her voice muffled.

  He closed the lighter and stuffed it back under his mattress, his heart racing. He knew the door was locked, but still, he wondered, what if she comes in?

  He raced to the window and opened it wide to let in fresh air, just in case. “I’ll be out in a minute!”

  He didn’t understand Surcy’s mumbled response, but he sensed her leave.

  Out of danger for the moment, he perched on the window seat to regulate his breathing. His finger looked the same as before, but power hummed through it. Fuck, that was amazing.

  But it was only a finger, and he had only used a little bit of fire. He was fine. The others didn’t have to know. They wouldn’t understand. No one understood how the fire called to him. Standing, he smoothed down the fabric of his well-tailored shirt and went to join them.

  Out in the living room, the other three were equipping themselves with weapons. Surcy could still use her soul-blade without attracting the other angels, so she only carried a dagger on her ankle beneath her jeans. Since the demons couldn’t use their special swords, they slid well-made ones into sheaths on their backs and concealed daggers wherever they could. When they were done, everyone moved closer to each other.

  “Ready to go?” Mark asked.

  Daniel nodded. “Do we know where and what we’re facing? At all?”

  Mark shook his head. “I’ll send Surcy the image, and we’ll teleport there. I’ll know more then.”

  Daniel didn’t like any of it, not at all. But he moved closer and took Surcy’s hand, ignoring the tingle that moved through his body at her touch.

  Whatever they would find there, he already knew it wouldn’t be good.

  Chapter Four

  Caine glared at the Fate. She was no longer just a tiny, filthy thing; instead, she was a bloody, filthy thing. Every day since she’d helped Sharen’s demon-scum escape, he’d dragged her out into his throne room and watched as his guard beat her senseless.

  Not only did she help a traitor, she allowed one of the Immortals to escape my reach. And both crimes deserved punishment... a lifetime of punishment.

  Yet still, when the Fate looked at him, her bright green eyes were filled with defiance.

  Will nothing break her?

  She spit blood onto his polished floor and lifted her head. Her back was in shreds from his guard’s whip. Her clothes had long ago fallen to pieces around her, and yet, when she opened her mouth, he knew only insolence would spout from her lips.

  “Did you get off yet, Caine?”

  He didn’t need to send his dark magic swirling. His guard automatically whipped her again, over and over again until he heard a sob explode from her throat.

  “Enough,” Caine called, punctuating the command with a swipe of his hand.

  She’s not useful to me unconscious.

  His guard stopped and stepped back, whip still in hand.

  “Today is not just about your punishment,” Caine said.

  She didn’t lift her head. “Yeah, it’s about you masturbating in that fucking black shadow of yours.”

  His teeth ground together. “Today you will tell me how to take The God Finder from Surcy’s demon.”

  He watched the rapid rise and fall of her blood soaked chest. “I have a feeling today I’ll be bleeding in my cell, like every day.”

  Why must we play these games? You cannot lie, and I will get the truth from you.

  He glanced up at the pale blue wisps that had gathered on the ceiling of his throne room. With the slightest gesture of his hand, the souls lowered. He neither brought them to the bright swirling hole that represented the angel-realm, nor the dark hole that represented the demon-realm. Instead, he moved them to hang above the Soul Destroyer.

  Before he took the throne from the Immortal Ten, it was rarely used. A soul had to be completely unredeemable and far too dangerous to be allowed an afterlife, to be thrown into the Soul Destroyer. The place was reserved for the absolute worst beings.

  He’d heard the Immortals whisper that overuse of it could throw off the balance of the realms, so he’d withheld himself. And yet, lately he had more and more difficulty not using it. When he saw a soul that was strong, confident, and capable... but would never bend to his will, he imagined what they would be like as a demon. Just another soldier in the war against me.

  It was easier to flick them into the Soul Destroyer. When the world didn’t crumble around him, he began to accept something: the Immortal Ten may have lied about the consequences of using it too much.

  And if they did, there’s nothing to hold me back now.

  So, when he brought the soul of a man to hoover above The Soul Destroyer, he watched the Fate’s gaze move to it. The soul flowed with goodness, with strength. This man was capable of amazing things. He would never obey Caine.

  He smiled. “Tell me how to get the God Finder from the druid.”

  The Fate struggled to climb to her feet. Her legs and arms visibly shook. She slipped in her blood, falling several times, but at last stood. “I won’t keep helping you.”

  His smile widened. “You don’t have a choice.”

  Turning to the soul, he made a decision there and then. He would destroy it. What did it matter? And then he’d destroy another and another, however many it took to get the Fate to obey him.

  No more threats, Fate. You’ll learn I’m a man without limits.

  Moving his hand, he watched in satisfaction as the soul lowered closer and closer. The man began to scream as the blackness licked at him, tearing tiny pieces from him that would never exist again.

  Caine closed his eyes, listening to the sound grow louder and more desperate.

  “Stop it,” he heard the Fate shout.

  “Tell me what I wish to know,” he whispered.

  “And you’ll save him?”

  “Perhaps not him. But the next one... maybe.”

  Caine lowered the man even more and his blood-curdling screams were like music to his ears.

  His guard shouted.

  Frowning, Caine opened his eyes to see the Fate was racing across the room. Caine opened his mouth to give an order, to do anything, but it was too late.

  She slammed into the soul, shoving it free of the Soul Destroyer. To his shock, she fell into the gaping black hole. She disappeared without a sound, leaving nothing behind.

  “No!” he rose from his throne and scrambled as close to the dangerous hole as he dared.

  The Fate was gone.

  Had a living being ever been destroyed?

  His pulse raced. Now, he would no longer know the future. He wouldn’t know where the angel and her demons would go next and he wouldn’t know how to steal the God Finder.

  And what will happen in this world without one of the Fates? The thought made his head feel light.

  Something within him whispered that there would be consequences.

  Balling his hands into fists, he strode back to his throne. No! The Fate was not essential to his plan. She was no
thing more than a tool. Sometimes tools broke and had to be thrown away. Her destruction meant nothing to him. And he might not know how to take the God Finder, but—

  His smile returned. The easiest answer was that he could simply torture the druid. Everyone had a breaking point. And he would make it his goal to discover the traitor’s.

  I haven’t lost all my precious tools... there is always Surcy. He’d look forward to another late night visit of forcing himself into her mind and pulling out her secrets.

  He hummed to himself as he continued judging the souls.

  Chapter Five

  Mark’s knees shook as he gripped the ancient relic that hung from around his neck and sent the image he’d seen into Surcy’s mind. She stiffened for an instant as the world swept away around them. For a few precious seconds he couldn’t breathe, and then they were standing in the desert, just outside of a massive city.

  “Where are we?” Surcy asked, frowning.

  He knew instantly, even though he wasn’t sure how. “Outside of Phoenix.”

  “It looks like hell,” Daniel grumbled.

  And feels like it.

  He didn’t say a word, but he agreed. Already the sun was harsh overhead, and the sand stretching out until it reached the city looked miserable.

  “We had better start walking,” Tristan said, his tone neutral.

  He’s right. Even though I hate not knowing quite what trouble we’ll find.

  They followed Mark’s lead, but instead of walking to the city, he turned and started toward the desert. He felt the indecision of the others, but they followed slowly behind.

  Because they know I’m never wrong about where to find the Immortals.

  The God Finder was a gift and a curse. It helped him to know where to go, like a man moving through a dream, but it also had consequences. Everything does.

  He didn’t tell the others. They knew he was tired, but he couldn’t let them know that each time he used it the artifact took some of his life force. It frightened him, but not as much as the possibility that it could kill him before he saved all the Immortals.