by Karen Kelley
Chance forced himself to reach up and grasp the tiny figure. His hand felt weighted down, as though another force worked against him. He lightly ran his finger over the wings. Power charged through him. He sucked in a quick breath and glanced around. Everything looked clearer and he remembered exactly why he was there. He had to save Destiny. To do less was unthinkable.
But the smile on her face said she thought she’d won his soul. Her expression quickly changed to shock when he began to stroke between her legs, then his fingers trailed through her curls.
“Chance—”
“Shh, sweetheart, shh. Just let the pleasure I give you sweep you away. Now is not the time to think, only to feel.” His words were soft, hypnotizing.
Destiny’s eyes drifted closed. Her movements slowed. He regretted that he couldn’t see her eyes, but he liked the idea she would get so caught up in the pleasure he gave her. That alone was a heady sensation.
With a wave of his hand, he made sure the grass would feel like the softest carpet, then he eased her to the ground.
Her eyes opened as he lay beside her. She suddenly turned the tables again and pushed him onto his back, straddling his waist. “You’re very good, but I know your game. You think to seduce me.”
A lifetime of bad relationships, of people leaving her, had made her wary. Chance knew she wouldn’t be an easy assignment. When her pussy cupped his dick as she sat on top of him, he knew she was dead serious about taking him to Hell with her.
As she began to rub against his cock, he wasn’t sure who would come out the winner in the immortal game they played. Destiny thought she’d win by massaging against him, and damn, her movements felt fucking fantastic.
She’d better rethink her strategy. On a mortal, her tactics would probably work. But he’d been a nephilim a lot longer than she’d been at the holding station and he had a lot more experience. But he damn sure liked the way she teased him.
“Do you like that?” she asked with a little too much innocence as she lightly rubbed against him.
He rested his hands on her hips and began to massage. “You know I do.”
“Leave with me, Chance. I can give you everything you’ve ever dreamed about.”
He skimmed his fingers through her curls right before he said, “You think so?”
“Umm.” She cleared her throat. “I… uh… know so.”
He thumbed her labia open. She gasped. His dick jerked when he laid eyes on his prize.
“You’re seducing me.”
“Yeah, I am. Want me to stop?” he asked.
Her eyes were closed and she was biting her bottom lip. “No,” she panted. “Please, don’t stop.”
“Good, because I never intended to.”
Chance continued his assault on her body as he slipped one hand to her butt and inched her forward. Closer and closer to his face.
“Not this time,” she managed to say right before she moved off him. In one swift motion, she was blowing softly on his dick. She paused for only a moment. “Damn, you’re so big. Thick and long.” As if to prove her words, she ran her tongue the length of him, licking, placing small kisses as she went.
Chance drew in a deep breath. His hips rose to meet her touch. His vision blurred as heat spread through his body. Fuck! She was good, and he could feel the battle changing course. He tried to break free. His hand rose to move her, but she had him blocked. His hand only landed on her ass.
Her ass?
He forced his vision to clear. When it did, he was looking at her sweet ass wiggling in invitation. Her legs were pressed together.
Destiny sucked him inside her mouth.
Ah damn, her mouth on his dick felt incredible. He could lie like this for all eternity and never get tired of the sensations running through him.
Think!
He moved his hand between her legs. She stilled, like a suspicious dog afraid that Chance was about to steal her bone when all he wanted to do was give her one. “Damn, your mouth is driving me insane. I can’t think straight.”
Her body relaxed. He rocked his hips, but at the same time he began to ease her legs apart. He began to stroke down the inside of her thighs, then up and down her slit. She kept up the movement, rocking her hips.
The timing had to be perfect.
He closed his eyes when she began to fondle his balls while she sucked on him. His head felt as though it would explode any second. He brought his hips up, wanting more, needing more.
Her light chuckle drifted up to him, reminding him of what he planned to do. The little demon wannabe thought she had him. He wasn’t about to let that happen.
Chance moved her leg over him. Her pussy hovered near his face. He moved his arms so that her thighs spread wider, dropping her down, just a mere inch from his eager mouth.
“Not fair!” she said.
“Not at all,” he said at the same time his tongue shot out and he licked her slit before drawing her into his mouth. She gasped, pressing against his face.
“Oh, ohhhh,” she moaned as she rested her head against his dick.
He jerked. He was so freakin’ sensitive and ready to explode.
Just when Chance thought he’d won the round, Destiny sucked him back inside her mouth. His body tightened, then relaxed. How fucking great was that? He had her pussy in his mouth and she was sucking on his dick.
She began to moan; he knew she was close to coming. He sucked harder, his tongue massaging her clit, scraping across her—back and forth until she cried out. Her body tightened, quivered.
Her mouth lost its hold on him. Chance rolled her onto her back and scooted to his knees. One swipe of his fingers up her pussy and she cried out, breath coming in little gasps.
“This is just the beginning, baby.” He knelt, licking, tasting her muskiness before he grabbed his dick, guiding it inside her. She arched her hips but he pulled back, wanting to make the moment last.
Her eyes fluttered open. “Fuck me.”
Her words wrapped around him like a hot caress. He plunged inside her. An even hotter heat wrapped around him. Hot and moist, like jumping into a raging volcano, her body consumed him.
Deeper he went, until his dick was buried inside her. He grasped her hips, holding on, then pulling out almost all the way. She whimpered. No, he wasn’t stopping, not now. He drove deep inside her once again.
“Yes, damn it. Harder! Faster! I want it all!”
He plunged inside her. Again and again. It was all he could do to take a breath as he stared down at her nakedness. She was so lost in the moment that she was rubbing her breasts, pulling at the nipples. He couldn’t take his eyes off her.
Deeper. Harder. Faster.
The world became a blur as the heat built inside him. Her heat. Her fire. Nipping at his dick, setting it ablaze.
The passion inside him rose until he knew he had to have release. He vaguely heard her cry out, felt her body tighten again as trembles swept over him, rippling down his body.
His release came hard and fast. He growled like a lion that had found its mate. His body shook as his world exploded like a jigsaw puzzle, pieces scattering to the four winds.
Then he came back to earth, lying down beside Destiny. She curled into his embrace.
As his eyes drifted closed, he heard her whisper, “You have to leave with me. I can’t face everything without you.”
“I can set you free,” he said, but by the sound of her light breathing, he didn’t think she heard him. He pressed his lips to her hair, knowing he’d be damned if he would let Satan have her soul now.
Chapter 18
For a moment, Chance didn’t move. He just let the world come to him. Damn, he felt good. He stretched and yawned.
Had a man ever felt more relaxed than he did right now? More satisfied? Chance didn’t think so. In all his years, he’d never met a woman quite like Destiny. One minute she was trying to steal his soul and the next—
He smiled.
Yeah, and in the next she was soft an
d gentle.
And hot. Yeah, she was some kind of hot.
And right now he needed to see her, to touch her, to pull her body against his. He rolled onto his side, intending to do just that.
Destiny wasn’t there. He frowned as he scanned the area. Where was she? Everything looked the same. Nothing amiss. The motorcycle was near the tree, their clothes scattered about.
A cold fear of dread swept over him. Had the demon who owned her soul returned? No, the demon would have known soon enough that Chance was immortal and he would have struck while he had the chance. Nephilim were the demons’ mortal enemies. And he’d been lax in his vigil.
That was crazy thinking. No demon took Destiny away. He was being paranoid.
A sound drew his attention. He glanced over his shoulder. Destiny came toward him, tiptoeing, carrying a tin can, and watching where she placed each foot. Water dripped from her hair. As the droplets fell on her body, the sun caught each one and made them look as though diamonds sparkled on her naked skin.
Chance quickly turned back around, knowing by the way she crept forward, that she was attempting to sneak up behind him. What was she plotting?
When she was closer, he swung around to scare her. She screamed and flung the can of water in his face. He coughed and sputtered.
Destiny screamed again, jumping back, and then laughed. “Oh no, I’m sorry. You scared me. I was supposed to scare you!”
He wiped his hand over his dripping face. “Then you’re saying you meant to do that?”
Her eyebrows drew together. “Well, not exactly.” She bit her bottom lip, but he could tell she was trying hard not to laugh.
“In other words, you meant to throw the water on me.”
“No, just dump it over your head.” She bit her bottom lip as she valiantly attempted to quell her laughter.
“I’ll make you pay for that.”
“You’ll have to catch me first.” She laughed as she took off running toward the narrow stream, splashing into the shallow water.
Chance took off after her. Man, the view was great. He liked the way her bottom bounced just a little as she ran, but when she stopped and turned back to face him, Chance was mesmerized. Her breasts were high and full, her nipples hard nubs from the coolness of the water. She had a small waist that flared to her softly rounded hips. Her stomach was flat. His gaze lowered to the damp curls at the juncture of her legs. His dick jerked as if it had a mind of its own. When Destiny was around, it pretty much did.
She waded to the middle of the narrow stream; the water barely reached her knees. “Join me,” she said.
He had a feeling she didn’t mean just in the water. No, she wanted him with her in Hell. But he couldn’t stop his feet from closing the short distance that separated them. Once he stood in front of her, he reached to pull her closer.
“Go to Hell with me.”
Chance could see she held her breath, waiting for his answer.
“I’d rather take you to Heaven.”
Her eyebrows drew together. “I’m serious.”
“So am I.” He pulled her against him, lowering his mouth to hers. His kiss was deep, forceful, as he tried to erase all thoughts of Hell from her mind. He wanted to kiss her until she forgot why she was there. Then he wanted to tell her what it would feel like to be reborn. How her life could be so much different from what it had been. Then he would let her go.
Ah damnation! He didn’t want to let her go. He wanted to keep her with him always. He wanted to be with her when he showed her another side to living.
But that wouldn’t happen.
“I want to make love,” he told her after he ended the kiss.
“There are things you don’t know about me,” she admitted.
“As there are things you don’t know about me. But we have now, and we’re together, and I want to make love to you.”
She hesitated, then nodded. “I want you to make love to me.”
“Open for me.” His words were raspy. She didn’t hesitate spreading her legs. He lifted her, then slowly lowered her until he slipped inside. The heat of her body wrapped around him. He sucked in a deep breath. For a moment, he couldn’t move as he held her tight. He needed the connection. Needed to feel like he was a part of her, even knowing he couldn’t make it last.
Chance didn’t move. Instead, he absorbed her body into his. Every part of her became a part of him. He wanted her totally and completely etched in his mind forever. He didn’t ask himself how he could feel so strongly about Destiny. He didn’t ask because he was afraid of the answer, and to admit what he felt could destroy them both.
But after a moment, just being inside her wasn’t enough. He moved until he was sitting in the water, Destiny on top of him.
Then, on a deep sigh, she began to move her body. Slowly. It was almost as if she knew why he wanted the connection between them. That it wasn’t only about the sex. The intensity was still there, but muted as if she understood the importance of what they had.
Water splashed against them. It reached halfway up her abdomen. The water was clear. Her curls undulated beneath it, giving him erotic glimpses of her naked flesh. He rose to meet her movements. She sucked in a deep breath and leaned back just enough so the connection between them created a tighter fit.
Their gazes locked. He never wanted to look away. Forever would not be long enough to stare at the passion on her face. To see her need. Her desire.
He increased the tempo.
Her breathing came in little puffs. Her chest thrust forward. Her breasts bobbed with the motion of their lovemaking.
She suddenly cried out as release came. He watched her expression, not wanting to miss a thing. Wanting to imbed it in his memory banks forever.
She tightened her inner muscles. He gasped as he came. The very ground beneath him rocked as he released his seed inside her. She wrapped her arms around his neck. Her soft, feminine body pressed against him.
“I love you,” she whispered.
Chance thought he might have heard wrong, but no, he didn’t think so. Ah man, that wasn’t supposed to happen. How could he convince her that she could be reborn again if she didn’t want to leave him? He shouldn’t have let what was between them go as far as it had. He should have talked to her about a new life days before when he didn’t feel the connection.
She stilled. He knew she waited for him to say something, and that she held her breath.
“I love sex with you, too,” he finally blurted.
Her body tensed.
Chance knew immediately he had said the wrong thing.
She quickly moved.
“Destiny.” He reached for her, but she moved farther away.
“The sex is fantastic, isn’t it?” She pasted a fake smile on her face. “I’ve never experienced anything quite like it.” Her laugh was shaky. “We could have a lot of fun together. I mean for eternity.”
He watched as she waded back to the bank and climbed out. “Don’t do this,” he said.
“Do what?” She raised her arms toward the sun as if she could draw from its energy.
God, she was beautiful, and she was desperately trying to find the words that would convince him that he should leave with her.
“We have to talk,” he said. “There are things I need to tell you.”
Her gaze met his. Chance wished he could wipe away her sadness. Where were the words he needed to say that would convince her to give up her idea of becoming a demon? He raked his fingers through his hair. He was afraid it wouldn’t be a good time to bring up being reborn.
Something crossed her face that he couldn’t read. She nodded. “You’ve given me a great time,” she told him. “But I really do have… have somewhere to be. LeAnn, my friend, is singing tonight and I promised to be there for her.”
“I’m not leaving you alone,” he said a little more firmly. He would keep her close, make sure nothing happened to her. He would somehow convince her she could have more, and he would tell her what
he was.
“Can we go back to the apartment?” she asked.
He finally gave in and nodded, but he wasn’t leaving her.
As she started to dress, he moved out of the water and began to pull on his clothes. She was in no frame of mind to listen to him tell her about how much better life could be if she only trusted him.
He climbed on the motorcycle. The bike shifted when she moved behind him, but her weight didn’t meld to his. When she put her arms around his waist, he felt the coldness of her touch, the distance she was putting between them. He felt as if he’d already lost her. It wasn’t a feeling he liked.
The ride back to her apartment didn’t take nearly as long as he hoped. Not long enough for him to feel her warmth. She climbed off but rather than just walking away, she surprised him by leaning over and kissing him on the lips.
“Thanks for today. I’ll see you later?”
“I told you that I’m not leaving.”
She looked startled for a moment, then surprise crossed her face. “Do you really mean that?”
“Yeah, I do.” He turned the key that killed the engine. “I’ll never be very far away from you.” He’d always watch over her. Chance wouldn’t let her slip through the cracks again.
A soft smile relaxed the tense lines. “Then go.”
He shook his head. “I don’t understand.”
“I have a lot to do before tonight. LeAnn is my friend and I want to help her. I don’t want you distracting me.”
Chance didn’t like the idea of leaving her on her own, but he didn’t want to talk to her about being reborn in front of a dirty apartment building, either.
She let her hand slide down the side of his face. He captured it, turning it until the palm was up, then placed a kiss in the center. She shivered.
It was only a few hours until dusk and she still had time remaining before she had to return to Hell. There would be no reason for a demon to bother her. He would give her these few hours with her friend, but that was all. “Tonight?” he confirmed.