Hybrids

by Geri Glenn

  I stare up into her shining green eyes, and like I seem to do with her, I burst out laughing. “Is that so?”

  She nods gravely. “Don’t deny it, Cyrus. You’re training has turned me into a badass.”

  I smile up at her and wind my hand into the hair at the nape of her neck, yanking her face closer. “It takes more than three sessions to be a badass, babe.” I watch in amusement as her lower lip pops out in a phony pout. “However, I do think you look fuckin’ incredible in that tight as fuck workout suit.”

  “You do?”

  “Fuck yeah,” I growl. Lifting my head, I press my lips to hers, and instantly my heart pounds out of control. No matter how many times I kiss her, or how many times I make love to her, I will never get enough of her. Emersyn completely unmans me, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  “Is the door locked?” she whispers after pulling away slightly.

  Pulling her back down, I take her mouth, nodding my head to let her know that it is. What she doesn’t know is the minute I saw her ass in those pants, I pre-planned for the event that I may get lucky enough to be in exactly this position. Well, maybe a slightly different position. With lightening speed, I flip her to her back, pressing kisses along her slender neck.

  Slowly, I pull up her shirt, revealing the creamy white skin of her belly and then, finally, her firm round breasts. Whisking the shirt over her head, I descend on her breasts, worshipping them with my mouth. Every gasp, pant, and moan she lets out, burns itself into my soul. I love this woman more than life itself.

  Finally, I can’t take it anymore. Sitting back on my heels, I grab onto the hem of her pants and peel them down her long legs. My eyes greedily take in every inch of her body as it comes into view. “Fuck, you’re beautiful, baby.”

  Her return smile warms my heart and makes my dick even harder. With a wicked grin, I lower my body and settle myself between her legs. My tongue darts out and I flatten it, dragging it slowly up her slit, collecting her wetness on my tongue. She gasps and stares down at me, her lips parted and her cheeks flushed.

  “Isn’t it a sin to go down on a girl in a convent?” she pants.

  I keep my eyes locked on hers and swirl my tongue slowly around her clit. Pulling away, I make a show of licking my lips. “Fuck it if it is, baby. But there’s no way in hell God would create this body and punish me for tasting it. No God could be that cruel.”

  I hear the beginnings of a giggle, but it quickly turns into a long, drawn-out moan as I descend on her, sucking her clit deep and twisting my head from side to side. It doesn’t take long to get her there. It never does. Emersyn’s pussy gets wetter and wetter with every nip, lick, and suck I give her, and then finally I plunge my fingers deep into her greedy core. Her body stiffens and bucks as she cries out with pleasure, while I suck every drop of cum from her skin.

  When her body stills, I pull back, giving her a cocky grin. She shakes her head and giggles. “I love you.”

  I know she does. Fuck, I know, but right now, I need her to show me. I need to watch her show me. “Prove it,” I say, my voice husky with need.

  Slowly, she sits up and pulls me up so that we are sitting on our knees, facing each other. She reaches out with her hands, pressing them to either side of my face as she gives me a soft, gentle kiss. My heart pounds, not knowing where she’s going with this. She removes her hands and pulls away, giving me one last kiss.

  Her head moves lower. Slowly, she places whisper soft kisses to my shoulders, then my chest. When she places a soft kiss on my nipple, my cock bounces against the skin of her tits. Her mouth moves farther south, and I feel her tits fall on either side of my cock. My heart pounds out of control as her tongue slides around my belly button.

  I look down and watch as she places her hands on her tits and presses them together around my dick. She looks up at me then, her teeth planted firmly in her lower lip. I watch in awe as she slides them up and down my cock. Just as I think I’ve never seen anything sexier, she keeps her eyes on me as her tongue darts out and catches the tip of my cock as it pops up between her tits.

  The next time it comes up, she wraps her kiss swollen lips around the tip, giving it a firm suck. Knowing that I won’t last much longer, but not wanting to stop her, I watch her movements with my cock growing harder and my heart pounding faster. Finally, I can’t take it any longer. I can’t even speak.

  As gently as I can manage in the moment, I push her onto her back. I push into her the second her back hits the floor. I hear her groan of pleasure at the same time I feel her nails dig into my ass. Her tight pussy grips my cock like a vise as I drive my cock deeper with every thrust.

  Emersyn’s moans and cries of pleasure drive me wild, causing me to pound into her harder and faster, until I’m gasping for air. When her pussy starts to quiver, and her hands grip onto my hair, I know she’s gone, and with one final thrust, I’m willingly right there with her.

  Rolling to my back, I lay alongside her as we attempt to pull ourselves together. The air quickly cools the sweat from my skin, and Emersyn’s fingers lightly tracing up and down my arm makes me feel sleepy. Just as I’m about to doze off, Emersyn speaks.

  “Do you think she watches over us?”

  Her question confuses me. “Who?”

  “Joey. Do you think she watches over us, laughs with us, and sees that we miss her, but that we’re moving on like she would want us to?”

  I think about it. “I don’t know. I’d like to think she is. But, if she is, I hope she disappeared when I just fucked my girl on the floor of the prayer room in a convent.”

  Emersyn gasps and laughs, swatting me playfully on the chest. “That’s not what I mean, and you know it.”

  I chuckle. “No, I know. I don’t know, Em. I hope that she’s up there, and the selfish part of me wants to believe she’s watching over us, but the brother part of me hopes that she doesn’t even have the time. I hope she’s in heaven, and that she’s having such an amazing time up there that she couldn’t give a single fuck about what us lame-ass fuckers down here are up to.”

  “Yeah, I hope that too.”

  Silence fills the space around us as we both get lost in our own thoughts, and once again, it’s Emersyn who breaks it. “Do you think Merrick is okay?”

  I blow out a breath. “Physically? Yeah. Mentally? Not a chance in hell. That fucker loved my sister, almost as much as I love you. I know if I ever lost you, I’d never be okay again. I’m willing to bet he won’t either.”

  “I love you, Cyrus.”

  “I love you too, baby. More than life itself.”

  -

  Joey

  -

  What happens when you leave this life? Some believe that there is an Afterlife, and that when they die, they’ll go up to Heaven and pass through those pearly-white gates where they will spend the rest of eternity looking down on those they left behind. And that the people that were evil and committed unforgiveable sins, they would drop down to the bowels of Hell, where they would be tortured and spend eternity in pain, wishing they were never born. Some may repent and pray to the God that turned his back on them, while others will believe that this is what they deserve, while the rest just don’t give a fuck. Being half-angel and half-demon, I know most of that to be true. Yes, there is a Heaven and Hell, but what most people don’t know is that after you die, you don’t go to either of these places.

  When you breathe your last breath, it’s like going to sleep. You won’t even know that you’re dead because there’s just nothing there in your brain anymore. You won’t feel pain, you don’t remember anything, and you don’t wake up. And that’s it—the end.

  So when I feel myself floating with thoughts in my head, I know something’s not right. See, I remember what happened, and I know I died. I can still feel Merrick’s lips on mine, and know he drove his sword deep into my chest. Though I don’t feel the pain any longer, I can still see the pain in his eyes when he did it.

  “Joey. Wake up, my child
,” I hear a voice close to my ear, but I don’t recognize who it is. I open my eyes and look around, but I don’t see anyone.

  As I move to sit up, I feel like I’m floating. There is nothing for what seems like miles and miles around me. There’s just white nothingness everywhere.

  “Where am I?” I ask, standing up and taking a few steps. If I’m not dead, I need to find Merrick and Cyrus. I need to know that they are okay.

  “You’re in Heaven, my daughter. You are finally home.”

  “Home? You think this is home to me? Home is where my brother is. Home is where I grew up in convent with Father Martin. Home is where the love of my life is with me! This is not, and never will be, my home!” I yell. I’m angry with where I am, and who I now realize I’m speaking to—the Almighty God himself.

  “My child, this is where you belong, and this is your home. Your mother—”

  “Don’t you fucking dare speak about my mother. You threw her out, ripping her wings from her back. All because she loved my father and was pregnant with me and my brother.”

  Turning my back from where the sound of his voice is coming from, I look around for any way I can get out of this place. I don’t even know why he even brought me here. I should be in Hell, or just lost somewhere in space.

  “Enough!” he roars. I freeze. I don’t care who you are. When God yells at you, you take note and shut the hell up. “Joey,” he says softly, still in front of me, though I still can’t see him. “What you say is true. Your mother did fall from my graces, but only because what she and your father did was unheard of. It wasn’t to punish her; it was to give her the life she would have wanted. A mortal life, with you and your brother. I never wanted what happened to either of them to happen, and if I could have, I would have stopped it.”

  I want to be angry, but I just don’t have it in me anymore. I feel completely depleted of all energy, and I just want answers. “Why am I here?” I ask in a quiet voice, but I don’t fear he won’t hear me, for he is nowhere and everywhere at once.

  “You’re here so I can give you what I couldn’t give your mother,” he states.

  “And what is that?”

  “Another chance. What you did—what you all did—saved not only my children on earth, but you saved both Heaven and Hell. If Le Vieux would have lived and brought to pass what his intent was from the very beginning of time, it would have tipped the scales of good and evil, and that cannot happen. It would throw everything out of order, and cause death to everyone and everything, including himself. But you sacrificed yourself to save us all, and for that, I bow to you.”

  Thinking about everything he just said, it still doesn’t make any sense. What is my second chance? That I can live a life up here in Heaven?

  “I want to give you the chance to live again. Not as a human, of course, but as an Angel—an Angel of Protection, just like your mother was. I need someone with a heart as good as yours to help me protect all that I made, all that I love. But it will also allow you to walk between the lines of Heaven and Earth. It will allow you to still have a life with your brother, with Father Martin, and of course, with Merrick.” He speaks with authority, but I can hear His love for me in the tone of his voice.

  “I’ll be able to see them again? And they’ll be able to see me?” I ask, afraid to believe it, but I feel hope fill my heart. What I wouldn’t give for even one more minute with Merrick and my brother. I had so much I wanted to say that I never got to. But now, I get a second chance.

  “Yes, my child. You will be able to live your life with them, but you will have a job to do as well. You’ll have the whole world to protect now, and I’ll need you to come when I call,” he explains, but I would agree to anything, do anything, to have this chance.

  “My job has always been to do what I can to protect the world and keep evil at bay. Of course I accept my new calling,” I say urgently, needing to get back. My family needs me. They need to know that I’m okay.

  “Then it’s yours. You are free to come and go as you please outside of the job, but I need you to do a few things for me before you leave.” He doesn’t continue, so I spin around, looking everywhere for where he might be.

  “Anything,” I say.

  “I need you to thank Father Martin for me, for raising you and your brother. I need you to tell your brother that even though he is not a full Angel like yourself, he will be welcome here. And lastly, tell Merrick that his sacrifice has not gone unnoticed. He will be rewarded with a spot by my side when the time comes.”

  Nodding my head solemnly, I agree. “Yes, I will do that for you.”

  “Then go, my child. All you need to do is think where it is you want to go, and you will be there,” he says, then I feel his great presence leave me. Even though I couldn’t see him while we were talking, I just know He is no longer here.

  Closing my eyes, I think of the one place I need to be. Merrick.

  When I open my eyes, I’m back on Earth, in the same crumbled building I was when I left this world. But now, there is no Le Vieux. The outside world isn’t burning, and there aren’t any demons around trying to kill us.

  Spinning around, I try to figure out why I was brought here when I wanted to go to Merrick, but after turning around, I realize that I did go to him. Merrick is kneeling, with his back facing me, on the ground only a few feet away. His head is bowed and his shoulders are stiff. I hear him mumbling, but I can’t make it out. I concentrate, and I’m finally able to make out his words.

  “It’s been three weeks, Joey. Three fucking weeks, and I keep waiting for this damn ache to go away. Every god- damn time I look in the mirror, all I can see is the man that murdered you. I can’t stand it, Joey. I miss you so much, and it hurts so bad. I need you, baby. I need you more than my next breath,” he says quietly. I can hear the pain and torment in his voice.

  I make a move to go to him, but his words stop me. “Part of me doesn’t even want to go on,” he says, “but I know deep down that if you heard me say something like that, you’d kick my ass. So, I’m leaving. I’m going to keep hunting—travel this whole god-forsaken earth, and slay every demon that crosses my path. Doing that will help me, knowing that I’m working to protect the world that you saved.”

  The pain in his voice makes my heart ache. “Merrick,” I call out.

  He angles his head towards me, but only marginally. It’s not enough for him to even see me out of the corner of his eye.

  “I’m going fucking crazy, Joey. Maybe I shouldn’t have come here, but I just had to be close to you, and this was the best I could think of. But now I’m imagining your voice, hearing you speak my name. It hurts too damn much.”

  He doesn’t know that I’m really here. He thinks it’s this place, that he’s just hearing things. I almost want to laugh at how foolish that is, but it’s not a joking matter. Not at all.

  Before I can say anything else, or figure out another way to get him to look at me, he turns around and his eyes lock on mine. I see shock, happiness, and then pain, cross his face before he drops his eyes to the ground between the both of us. “You’re not real.”

  Taking a step towards him, I reach my hand out, but don’t touch him. As much as it kills me not to, I can’t do it yet. “Merrick, look at me,” I whisper.

  A single tear falls from his eye, but he doesn’t look at me. When another tear falls, I can’t take it any longer. Closing the distance between us, I take him in my arms. “It’s me, Merrick. I’m alive, and I’m okay,” I say in a soothing voice.

  Pulling out of my grasp, he finally looks at me like he’s really seeing me. “You’re really here...but how?” he chokes out, but before I can answer, he takes my lips in a hard, desperate kiss.

  A lifetime passes before we’re able to pull ourselves away from each other. “I don’t even care how or why you’re here. I’m just so fucking glad that you are. I missed you so much, baby!” He seals his declaration with another kiss, but this time, a shorter one.

  “I missed you
too, Merrick,” I tell him, getting emotional as well, now that everything seems more real.

  “I’m never letting you go again, Joey. Never. The world can burn, but it will burn with you in my arms. I love you. I love you so fucking much.” He picks me up and crushes his body to mine.

  “I love you, too. Forever and always.”

  We stare at each other, basking in the fact that we aren’t separated by death anymore, but soon, my thoughts turn to my brother and Father Martin.

  “Cyrus...” I whisper, my mind going crazy, thinking about what he must have gone through and how he’s doing. I know that if it would have been him, I don’t know what I’d do. Pulling away, I say urgently, “I need to see him and Father Martin. They need to know I’m okay.”

  Grabbing my hand, he gives it a reassuring squeeze. “Of course, baby. I’ll help you find them.” He leads me to his truck, but I can’t wait that long. I need to be there now.

  I’m unsure if I’ll be able to take Merrick with me, but I wrap both my arms around him and close my eyes, thinking of my brother.

  I hear Merrick’s quick intake of breath and feel that he’s a little unsteady on his feet, but once I open my eyes, I’m greeted with the sight of the convent.

  “What the fuck just happened?” Merrick asks, shock and uncertainty in his voice.

  “The new way to travel,” I say with a smile in my voice. I look around the convent, my spirit’s lifted now that I’m closer to my brother—to the only home I’ve ever known.

  Walking with purpose, I head right inside and concentrate on my brother’s thoughts to pinpoint where he is, and I’m rewarded with hearing him talking to Father Martin and Emersyn. Two birds, one stone.

  Taking a step forward, Merrick’s hand falls out of mine, so I turn around to see him still standing just inside the door. Looking at him questioningly, he gives me a smile. “You go ahead. I’ll catch up in a bit.” And I know it’s his way of giving me this time with my family, alone.