Dark Angel

by Heaton, Felicity

  She wasn’t difficult to find. The shower was already running by the time he located the bathroom off the bedroom. He pushed the door open and stood there a moment, cock hard and aching at the sight of her as she stood under the jet of water running her hands over her bare body.

  He wanted to do that for her.

  He focused and forced his wings away, until they shrank and disappeared into his back. It wasn’t good to get them wet. They took hours to dry.

  As he stepped into the small shower cubicle, Serenity smiled and pushed her wet blonde hair back, slicking it against her head. There wasn’t much room, but then he didn’t need it for what he was planning.

  He took the soap from her, lathered it onto his hands, and ran them over her slender body. The slippery supple feel of her beneath his palms was incredible. He washed her sides and then continued down to the apex of her thighs, the soap rinsing off his hands under the warm spray of water. She moaned when he slipped his fingers into her folds and found her nub, teasing it with his fingers.

  The feel of her was enough to have him hard as steel, aching painfully.

  Damn, he wanted her.

  Wasn’t sure he would ever stop needing her so fiercely.

  She opened her mouth when he lifted her and he silenced her with a kiss, showing her that they didn’t need to talk right now. Right now, they just needed to feel. Talking could come later.

  She seemed to get the message. Her kiss grew desperate, her movements as choppy and wild as his own. He couldn’t do slow and sexy this time. He needed to be inside her again and the way she was moaning into his mouth, her tongue tangling with his, and how aroused she still was said that he wasn’t the only one in need.

  Apollyon pinned her to the white tiles with his body, the shower spraying against his back, water running over his bare bottom and his thighs. Serenity opened her legs and wrapped them around his hips and he groaned, kissing her harder, pouring out the frantic hunger pounding in his veins into the kiss.

  He held her with one hand, his strength making it easy for him to keep her there, and reached for his cock with his other. She moaned when he guided it to her opening and then thrust into her, deep and hard. Her hands flew to his shoulders, her fingernails pressing into his muscles, and he groaned and grabbed her hips as she worked them, rolling them in a maddening way.

  Her tongue duelled with his, fighting for dominance that he wasn’t going to give her this time. He held her hips, lifted her off his cock as he withdrew and then brought her down when he slammed back into her hot depths, claiming her body as his. He thrust fast and furious, plundering her body, driven by the raw hunger and the dark need spiralling inside him.

  He had to have her.

  She would be his.

  He wouldn’t let her go now, not ever.

  She groaned with each deep thrust of his cock, each time he brought her down hard onto it, and clung to him, kissing him with a passion that matched his own.

  It was rough and frantic, a chaotic meeting of their desire and passion, a raw primal fulfilling of their hunger for one another.

  It was bliss.

  She cried out when she climaxed, her body shivering against him and her warm silken core milking his cock. He buried his face in her neck, grunting with each deep plunge of his length into her, wanting to draw out each stroke until he couldn’t take any more. She clenched her muscles around him, moaning hotly into his ear, and it was too much. He groaned and held her on him as he spilled, his heart pounding and his head spinning with it.

  Heaven.

  He had been in Hell for millennia, and now he had found Heaven.

  And he wouldn’t give her up.

  He needed her too much.

  CHAPTER 11

  Serenity felt sore in all the good places and all the right ways. She walked beside Apollyon on the wide pavement of the Champs Elysees, holding his hand and grinning like an idiot.

  How did he make her smile so easily?

  It wasn’t the sex. That was fantastic but it wasn’t the reason she couldn’t stop smiling. It was just him. She only had to look at him and she smiled again, even against her will.

  He was looking ahead, watching the people coming towards them, the traffic, everything. It all seemed to interest him. When she had been looking up at his handsome profile for a minute, he turned his head and looked down at her. He smiled and her heart fluttered in her throat.

  He needed a licence for that smile.

  The effect it had on her was definitely illegal.

  She turned her gaze away from him, looking up at the dark sky. It was a beautiful night and even though the stars were faint, she felt as though she was seeing them shining above her.

  Her smile finally faltered when she dropped her eyes to the street again.

  They were almost at the end of the long shopping avenue, near the Louvre, and she sighed as the sight of it dampened her mood.

  She didn’t want to go and confront Edward again but Apollyon had insisted on doing his duty to her and they were searching for him, using a tracking spell she had put together using an item he had left behind in her apartment.

  An item that would hopefully lead her to him so she could reclaim the ones he had stolen from her.

  It was the only reason she had agreed to go along with Apollyon’s plan to continue his mission. She didn’t want to see Edward again, no longer felt angry about what he had done or hurt by it. She just wanted to move on with her life now that it was looking up again.

  But to do that, she needed closure, and she would never have it if she didn’t get the books back.

  Serenity snuck a glance at Apollyon. She was glad that she could see through his glamour. He had assured her that he was wearing a dark suit again, although she could only see his beautiful black and gold armour. The sight of him in so little did have its drawbacks now that she had gotten over her reserve about him though.

  It made her want to take him into a dark alley and have her very wicked way with him.

  He grinned, as though he knew what she was thinking, and cast his blue gaze over her. The hunger in it told her that he was thinking the same thing she was. She had picked out her best dark blue summer dress and coupled it with the bra that gave her the most cleavage. She wanted Apollyon’s eyes on her tonight. She needed to have him looking at her, boosting her confidence with the way his attention seemed to gravitate towards her all the time, and the way he looked as though he wanted to eat her up.

  Something about him had brought her to life, freeing her inhibitions. She had never been so adventurous with a man, and had never felt so beautiful or adored. Being with Apollyon was Heaven.

  She guessed that it was probably the angel effect.

  She shifted her focus back to her spell as they turned and walked down a road that led away from the Louvre and the river, and deeper into the city.

  Edward was around here somewhere.

  It took them a while to find his location and she could only stare at the pink neon sign above the door when they did.

  It wasn’t the sort of club that she had imagined it would be.

  She had never been to an exotic dance club before. She presumed it meant exactly what her mind conjured up. Lap dancing. Erotic acts on stage. All manner of sordid things.

  All of which felt like a very bad thing to expose an angel to, even one who had probably done worse with her over the past twenty-four hours.

  “Problem?” Apollyon’s deep voice was music to her ears, warming her body through as quickly as the images of them together that had been popping into her head.

  “It’s a strip club.” She pointed to the sign.

  “How about we go in and just see if he’s there?” He didn’t seem at all bothered by that as he led her towards the doors and the man let them through again without even blinking, and without making them pay.

  Apollyon had some powers and he wasn’t afraid to use them. She wished she felt so confident about her own powers. Her mother had always tol
d her that she had great power and could do anything she desired if she trained hard enough. She had never felt confident enough to face her powers and accept them.

  Now she was though.

  Being with Apollyon gave her the strength to stop hiding and to take the leap. She wanted to be a better witch and master them and she would.

  He ducked as they passed under a low beam and she smiled. His head would have cleared it but his folded wings would have clipped it. She couldn’t imagine how strange he had looked to everyone else, ducking when he didn’t need to.

  A few women immediately closed in on him, dressed in skimpy underwear and wide smiles, all of them regular humans as far as she could tell.

  Apollyon pulled her up level with him and she felt awkward when the women noticed her and the grip he had on her hand and moved away again, heading towards other men who were alone.

  That awkwardness faded when he glanced down at her, the heat in his blue eyes reassuring her that he wasn’t interested in the other women or what anyone in the club thought as he strode through it holding her hand.

  Did he want everyone to know that they were together? Did he want to be with her?

  Being with him last night and today had been incredible and had only made her want him even more, but she still wasn’t sure where this was all going to lead and whether it would end up the way she wanted it to in her heart.

  Her pleasant dream about them staying together disappeared when she spotted Edward was right in front of her with a group of people, half of which were pretty young women. He raked his fingers through his short light brown hair and spoke to one of the men beside him, a smile on his lips and a sparkle in his dark eyes as he watched the dancers on the stage near him. His black shirt hugged his chest, revealing his slim figure, one she had appreciated before but one that did nothing for her now.

  Apollyon’s athletic physique, his clear blue eyes and the sculpted planes of his face, and his long black hair did everything for her though.

  She glanced at the stage and regretted it when she got an eyeful of bottom as one of the pole-dancers twirled and gyrated. She dragged her eyes away, her cheeks blazing, and looked at Apollyon, expecting to find him watching the women like the other men in the club.

  His focus was on her, his blue gaze intent and instantly meeting hers.

  “Do you want to leave?” He frowned and touched her cheek with his free hand, caressing it softly and soothing her nerves.

  Shaking her head, she searched for her courage and a place where they would be noticed by Edward but not everyone else. She didn’t want Apollyon looking at the other women. It was childish of her, but she wanted him all to herself.

  “We should leave.” He went to but she stopped him, holding his hand in both of hers. He looked back at her. “You are not happy here.”

  “Just... I...” She bit her lip, looked deep into his eyes and tried to find the words she wanted to say to him. “Don’t look at the women.”

  It was easier than she had thought it would be.

  He smiled and cocked his head. “Afraid you will corrupt me or get me into trouble?”

  “No.” She looked down at his hand where she held it. “It’s not that at all.”

  Apollyon stepped back to her and cupped her cheek with his free hand, and then raised it, bringing her head up with it so she had no choice but to look into his eyes. There was so much understanding in them.

  She hadn’t wanted him to know her fear, that she was afraid he might leave her for one of the beautiful women in the room, that she might lose him. She didn’t know what her feelings for him were, but the thought of him with another woman cut her deep, right down into her heart, and she had needed to ask him.

  Being here had made her realise something though.

  Whatever she felt for him, she wanted him to stick around when all of this was over.

  She didn’t want him to leave.

  She closed her eyes when he kissed her, a soft one full of reassurance and tenderness. His hand shifted in hers and he held it tightly. She followed him across the room, towards the booths that lined the wall opposite the area where Edward was sitting, directly in his line of sight.

  Hopefully he would notice her and it would be enough to satisfy Apollyon and the first part of his mission—making her ex jealous.

  She wasn’t sure how he planned to fulfil the other part of it, but something about the way his eyes darkened whenever he glanced Edward’s way said it was going to involve force.

  Apollyon was a warrior, but part of her didn’t want him to fight. Not because she didn’t like violence, but because she didn’t want him to get hurt. He was powerful, but Edward could use curses and spells to weaken him and make him vulnerable.

  Apollyon held his other hand out and smiled, and she slid into the dark leather horseshoe seat. He settled himself beside her, his attention wholly on her, and she thanked him with a kiss.

  She hadn’t meant it to be anything more than a brief meeting of lips, but he kissed her back, his tongue tracing a line along the seam of her lips. She opened for him, inviting his tongue into her mouth with her own, stroking his and drawing a moan from him. He moved closer to her on the seat, until they were hip to hip.

  It still wasn’t close enough.

  He grinned when she pushed the round table away to make room and then sat on his lap, so her bottom rested on his thighs, her knees tucked up near his left hip, and her arms were around his neck. Their tongues tangled and he moaned when she ran hers lightly over his lower lip, teasing him with it. He slid his hands around her waist and she moved hers down to his arms, loving the feel of his rock hard biceps beneath her wandering fingers.

  The club disappeared, everything drifting away until it felt as though they were the only two in the world, kissing and touching each other, reigniting the flames of their passion and need.

  Serenity had never felt so alive, so full of desire.

  Apollyon pulled her closer and pushed his hand up over her stomach to her breasts. He cupped one, earning a moan from her, and kissed her deep and slow, gently stoking the fire burning within her, steadily building it into an inferno that she was going to beg him to quench.

  Someone stopped near them and she stared wide-eyed up at the barely-dressed dark-haired woman. Apollyon frowned and waved his hand. The woman nodded and walked away.

  “What did you do?” Serenity avoided his kisses.

  He uttered a dark sound of frustration and tried to kiss her again. When she evaded him a second time, he sighed and leaned back into the leather chair.

  The bright lights of the club flashed across his face, leaving the right side of his profile in darkness. The music was louder than she had noticed on first entering and there seemed to be more people now, some of which were staring in their direction. She was probably giving them a free show. Kissing was as far as it went though. She wasn’t about to publicly expose herself and ride Apollyon, no matter how much she wanted it.

  “I compelled her to get us some drinks.”

  Drinks sounded good. She let him kiss her again and snuck a glance in Edward’s direction.

  One of the men at his table was watching them. She recognised him as another from his coven, which meant they had moved to Paris as Edward had told her they were going to and her coven’s books were probably already in their hands. Damn it.

  She needed to get them back, and she was starting to consider doing it herself.

  The confidence Apollyon had awoken in her was a more potent drug than she had realised, filled with her resolve and strength she had never known before. She was no longer the meek witch who lived in fear of messing things up whenever she tried using her powers. She had cast a tracking spell without it going wrong. She could use the other spells she had memorised to force Edward to return what he had stolen from her.

  But first, she intended to make the bastard sick with jealousy.

  She closed her eyes and lost herself in Apollyon’s hungry kisses again, w
rapping her arms around his neck and stroking his feathers. He groaned and she did it again. She had realised back on her balcony that he liked it when she touched his wings, and whenever they had been out since then, she had found herself wanting to caress them.

  The black feathers were softest near his shoulders where they entered slits in his chest armour, like silk beneath her fingers, and each sweep of her hands elicited another moan from him and turned his kisses hotter, until he was devouring her mouth with each one. His left hand settled on her breast, thumbing her nipple through the thin material of her dress.

  Heat pooled at the apex of her thighs and she wriggled on his lap, shifting her legs together to make the most of the feeling there.

  She wished they were back at her apartment right now, on her couch, or anywhere that she could take it beyond kissing and groping. She wasn’t sure she would ever get enough of her dark angel.

  Apollyon’s hands wandered down, his right kneading her bottom and his left creeping up her thigh, drawing the flared skirt of her dress back. She moaned and tackled his tongue with hers, kissing him with desperate need and encouraging him to go as far as they could in public.

  Someone was standing near them again.

  She broke the kiss, expecting to find the waitress there, and her eyes flew wide.

  Edward stood before her.

  Apollyon casually leaned back and stroked her thigh in lazy lengths, running his fingertips back and forth along it.

  “Serenity?” Edward said with an air of disbelief that matched the shock on his face.

  “Pig?” She stared at him. He didn’t leave. “Can I help you with something? Perhaps you came to return my books?”

  “Yes... you could help me with something.” Edward lunged forwards and grabbed her wrist. He tugged but Apollyon wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her in place on his lap. Edward smiled thinly. “I just want to talk.”