Her Angel: Eternal Warriors Romance Series Complete Series Box Set (Books 1-5)

by Felicity Heaton

  “How did you get them?” Amelia leaned in and peppered his shoulder with kisses, gradually working her way along towards his collarbone and then his neck. He couldn’t think straight to answer her when she was touching him like this. It seemed like torture to have to think at all. She placed a single wet kiss on his jaw and then leaned back and rested her hands on his chest. Her pupils were wide in the low light, darkening her eyes, and he stared into them. “Well?”

  She really expected him to answer.

  “I got drunk and when I came around, I was sleeping face down and couldn’t call my wings. Heaven called me back to them and I discovered that someone had drawn this curse on me whilst I was unconscious.”

  Her hands ran up his chest to his shoulders and then she leaned towards him and caressed his shoulder blades, her breasts pressing against him.

  “That’s terrible.”

  He murmured his agreement and stared at her mouth.

  “It explains why you didn’t want to drink the wine. And you’re really an angel?” Her eyes searched his.

  Marcus nodded.

  She glanced away and a sense of sorrow flowed through him. He frowned and ducked to one side, trying to see her face so he could understand the sudden change in her emotions. Her gaze met his and the edge of hurt in it compelled him to comfort her even though he wasn’t sure what was wrong.

  “What is it?” he whispered, his brow furrowing as he waited for her to speak.

  “Einar said that you aren’t omniscient… or some fancy word… that you couldn’t have stopped my mother from dying… I wished that you could have.”

  He did too. Watching her grieve had been one of the most difficult trials he had ever endured.

  “I wish I could have been there for you.” He let the confession slip out quietly, unsure of whether it would only hurt her further to know that he had seen her suffering and had done nothing about it.

  Amelia rested her head on his shoulder and sighed, her breath skittering over his collarbones. Marcus closed his eyes, leaned his cheek against her forehead, and held her close to him, comforting her in the way he had wanted to then. Waves lapped against them, rocking them back and forth. It had been a long time since he had felt such peace.

  “I could sleep here, like this. It’s so hard to sleep these days.” Her words were a bare whisper and she sagged against him.

  He remembered the couch in her apartment and the blanket. “You haven’t been sleeping well?”

  She shook her head. “Not since that break in.”

  Marcus frowned. He hadn’t thought to piece the two together. Her mother had died during a break in and one had occurred in the apartment building they shared. It had frightened her and he hadn’t noticed it. That was why her ex had shaken her up by trying to bang her door down. She had feared him breaking in and hurting her.

  He wrapped his arms tighter around her and pressed her close to him, enveloping her slender form in his protective embrace. Desire to call his wings out and wrap those around her too, to cocoon her completely, ran deep in his veins but he held them at bay.

  “I will never let anything happen to you, Amelia. I promised you that and I mean to keep my word.” The hardness in his voice surprised him as much as the intensity of the emotions that beat in his heart at the thought of her coming under attack and being afraid.

  He pressed a kiss to her forehead, rested his lips there for a few heartbeats of time, and then drew back. Amelia emerged from his embrace, her eyes sparkling with tears. He kissed away the ones that had fallen onto her cheeks. She raised her head into his kisses, until their lips were a hair’s breadth apart.

  “You really are an angel.” Her lips brushed his as she spoke, stirring his passion.

  When she went to speak again, he swooped on her lips, silencing her. Her words became a quiet moan that sent a shiver through him and he held her closer, one hand supporting her backside and the other splayed between her shoulder blades.

  He didn’t want to talk anymore.

  He wanted to show her without words how she made him feel, how much he craved her taste and her touch, and that he needed her. He hadn’t promised to keep her safe and protect her because he was an angel. He had made that vow because he was a man, and he cared about her.

  Marcus ran his tongue along the seam of her mouth and she opened to him, her tongue coming out to play with his and tease it inside. He slanted his head and claimed her mouth, plundering it with his tongue and drawing another heated groan from her. She shifted against him, pressing closer until her warm body was flush against his, driving him mad with the need to caress every inch of her, to taste her and seek out her sensitive spots with his lips. The water lapped at his waist, knocking against him, and he turned with her and carried her back to the beach.

  The moment he was clear of the water, he laid her down on the hard sand and covered her body with his. The heat of her overwhelmed him, pushing his desire to new heights, and he moaned into her mouth as she scored her nails over his scalp and then tangled her fingers in his hair, anchoring him to her. He wasn’t going anywhere.

  She tore a groan from his throat when she raised her hips into his, rubbing her warm flesh against his hard length, and he ground against her, desperate for more. Nerves surfaced, whispered doubts at the back of his mind, and he pushed them away. He would let things progress naturally. He would make love to her and bring her pleasure.

  He kissed a path along her jaw, so hungry to taste her that he nipped occasionally with his blunt teeth. Each playful bite drew a deep moan from Amelia that set his blood burning hotter and hotter, until he couldn’t stop himself from biting her shoulder, sinking his teeth into her soft pale skin, ravenous for her. She groaned and giggled, and he released her, panting hard when she raked her short nails down his back. The blaze that followed their trail made him shudder and moan, bucking his hips against hers. Devil.

  Her legs tangled with his, her feet sliding up his calves, driving awareness of their position through him. His hips nestled between her thighs, her body burning against his where they met and pressed together. Or was that his body on fire? He thrust forwards, rubbing his aching length, desperate to feel her beneath him. It felt so damn good, she felt so damn good, and he couldn’t get enough of her. He wanted to devour her, to slow down and lick and caress every inch of her but needed to feel her, to bury himself in her heat and be one with her before he exploded from the sensations overloading his mind and his body. The conflicting feelings collided inside him, driving him out of his head until he was alternating between kisses and nips on her arms and shoulders, between stealing her breath from her lips with his own and caressing her body. He wanted to touch her everywhere at once, and have her touch him.

  Needed to feel her hands on his flesh.

  Water lapped at his feet and then swept over him to his knees. The distraction was enough that Amelia caught him off guard when she grabbed his shoulders and rolled with him, flipping him onto his back and knocking the wind from him. He stared up at her, transfixed as she straddled his hips, the warm apex of her thighs pressed against the full length of his cock. He groaned and rolled his eyes closed when she leaned forwards, lightly running her hands over his stomach and up to his chest in swirling patterns that pushed him closer to the edge.

  His fingers shook as he placed his hands on her thighs and ran them upwards towards her hips. Amelia moaned and he wanted to see her again and see the pleasure he brought her. She smiled down at him, her hair tangled and wet, sand sticking to her shoulders and arms, and then looked at her breasts, drawing his gaze there.

  Marcus’s lips parted as she took hold of his hands and leaned towards him. He went along with her as she brought his hands around behind her to the bow tying her bikini top in place and tugged at the ends of the black string. The two black triangles covering her breasts fell forwards and he stared at them, wishing they were out of the way and no longer obscuring his view. Amelia untied the strap around her neck and his breath sho
rtened as the wet bikini top fell onto his stomach.

  Hell.

  He was aware that he didn’t look particularly manly as he stared at her full breasts and their dusky pink peaks but he didn’t care. It wasn’t the first time he had seen a female nude, but it was Amelia. The sight of her like this, so open and vulnerable, bared for him, made his cock throb and his body tighten with the urge to be inside her.

  She caught hold of his hands and brought them to her breasts as she sat back on his groin again, torturing him with her warmth. Marcus thumbed her puckered nipples, teasing them into harder peaks, and watched the myriad of feelings flicker across her face, small ripples of pleasure that brought him warmth and increased his hunger. Her pleasure was his as he studied her face and her reactions to everything that he did. She moaned and leaned back, forcing her breasts into his hands, and he squeezed them, causing her to bite her lip and utter his name in a low sexy voice.

  He raised his hips into hers, grinding his hard length into her soft mound, and she tilted her head back, moaning her pleasure at the starlit heavens.

  He needed more.

  Without hesitation, he focused his powers on ridding himself of the remaining obstructions between them.

  Nothing happened.

  He had forgotten that this wasn’t the real world and that it was Amelia in control here, not him. He thrilled at that and the fact that she was astride him, in command. He wanted to be the one in control but it was equally exciting, if not more so, to be submissive to her desire instead. There would be time for him to take control. They would have all the time in the world once his mission was complete and she was safe at last.

  Marcus squeezed her breasts again and then slid one hand around her back, forcing her to come to him so he could taste her. She leaned over him, breasts swinging freely, and he craned his neck to watch her face as he pulled her left nipple into his mouth. She bit her lip, screwed her face up and moaned with such heated desire that his cock throbbed again. He tried to rub against her to relieve some of his ache to be inside her but couldn’t reach her hips now that she was leaning over him, her body away from his. He endured the torture and focused on rolling his tongue around the sweet bud in his mouth, eliciting another groan from her.

  “Marcus,” she whispered and took his left hand away from her other breast and brought it down to her groin.

  He was the one groaning this time as she slipped both of their hands into her bikini bottoms. His heart pounded as she released him and he eased his hand down over the soft thatch of curls and found her moist core. Hell. He swallowed, sucked harder on her nipple, and delved his fingers into her warm petals to find her aroused nub.

  “Marcus,” she moaned again and he swirled his fingers around, teasing her and using her breathy little moans as a guide. She arched towards him and moaned louder when he moved his hand, venturing further towards her slick centre.

  Her hand came down, shifted her flimsy bottoms aside, and guided his. Marcus stilled, his task of teasing her breasts forgotten as she eased his middle finger deep into her hot body.

  It took every ounce of his willpower not to climax right then.

  She rose off him, bare breasts on show, a feast for his eyes, but he couldn’t stop staring at her groin. Her hand held his in place, moving his finger into her hot channel, thrusting it deep before withdrawing it, and he couldn’t take it when she started to rotate her hips barely inches above his. He wanted her to do that on him, for it to be his aching cock inside her not his finger. Her eyes opened and she stared down at him, her gaze locked with his in a way that mesmerised him until he lay calmly below her, drinking in her pleasure, and started to thrust his finger into her. She frowned when he withdrew his hand and then gasped when he inserted two fingers into her and pumped her slowly.

  She was beautiful. The way she writhed on him, moaning and arching, her eyes flitting between holding his and closing as she frowned, stole his breath and sent his heart pounding. His whole body tensed at the sight of her and the thought of being inside her, where his fingers were. He wanted that more than anything but he wanted to bring her pleasure first and give her a moment of bliss under her instruction.

  Amelia’s eyes opened again and she threw her head back and jerked against his hand, his name falling from her lips with each breath she expelled. Her body throbbed around his fingers, milking them and stirring his desire into frenzied need.

  “Amelia,” he husked and her eyes slowly opened, fixing on him, her chest heaving as she struggled for breath. Her cheeks darkened and she glanced down, briefly teasing her lower lip with her teeth before stroking a line down his stomach towards his swimming trunks.

  Marcus’s eyelids fell to half mast and he struggled to keep them open as she ventured further and cupped his hard length, running her fingers over the blunt head through the wet material and teasing it. He needed to be inside her now, sheathed in her warmth, one with her.

  She tugged the waist of his shorts and cool air washed over his groin, tickling his balls and length, as she lowered them around his thighs.

  He looked down, following her fingers as she undid the ties on either side of her bikini bottoms and then cast them onto the sand. His heart stuttered and breath faltered but she chased away all reasonable thought when she ran her hand down his cock, revealing the crown, and then swirled her fingers around it.

  He couldn’t take that.

  He jerked his hips up, desperate to beg her not to tease him but unable to find his voice to warn her that if she did, he wouldn’t even last until he was inside her. As though she had seen his silent struggle, she took mercy on him and moved up his body until her knees were against his waist and her groin hovered above his.

  “Marcus,” she whispered and he looked at her, dazed with passion and burning with the need to touch her again, to kiss her. She smiled and reached over to stroke his face. “Don’t try to hold back.”

  She couldn’t know what she was asking. As he was, he was liable to hurt her in his need to have her. Unless his supernatural strength had no meaning here in her inner world. He had to be gentle with her just in case he did still have his strength. He couldn’t risk hurting her.

  The wicked edge to her smile said that she knew his inner fears. What else did she know about him? What powers over him did this world grant her? She could make his wings disappear with just a touch. Could she handle him and make this moment everything he had dreamed it would be?

  He tilted his head back into the softer sand beneath it when she took hold of his cock and positioned him beneath her. The heat of her as the crown of his length nudged into her slick core was almost too much to bear and he gritted his teeth as she eased gently down onto it, drawing him slowly into her body. It was exquisite and he had to keep still, every muscle in his body tensed, to stop himself from climaxing. She wiggled on him, tearing a moan from his throat, and then pressed her hands into his chest and leaned over him.

  He opened his eyes and stared into hers, breathing hard and searching for some control.

  Amelia smiled softly and then moved, and his entire world came to pieces.

  Marcus grasped her hips, eliciting a groan from her when he dug his fingers into them, and opened his mouth in a silent sigh as she rode him. He couldn’t stop himself from thrusting into her, meeting her downward plunges onto his cock. She buried her nails into his chest so deeply that he was sure he would wake with marks to remember this moment by and rocked against him. It was maddening. Each time she lifted off him, cold air swept over his cock only to be chased away by the fiery heat of her as she took him back inside her tight sheath. He groaned and stared into her eyes, lost in them and the pleasure crossing her face. He thrust harder and deeper, hungry to feel her and bring her to climax again. Each deep plunge of his body into hers tore another moan from her and from him, until they were groaning together and the world disappeared around him.

  “Marcus,” she uttered and clenched him, her body tightening around his in a way that s
ent sparks skittering over his skin, and he shuddered to a halt inside her, needing a moment to regain control.

  She didn’t give him one. She kept riding him, thrusting down hard onto him, and leaned back. Her hands pushed against his stomach and she arched away from him, her head thrown back and her moans filling the night.

  And Marcus was lost.

  He moaned, clenched his teeth, and then surrendered control just as she had told him to. He clutched her hips and drove into her, seeking his release, coming undone more and more with each deep thrust of his cock into her body and each answering moan she gave. The harder he was with her, the louder she groaned, until she was holding his hands on her hips, bouncing on his length and pushing him over the edge.

  Marcus slammed his hips into hers, held her firmly in place over him, and groaned as he came, his whole body throbbing with release and melting into the sand.

  Amelia took hold of his hand, brought it down to her aroused nub, and made him stroke it. He teased her until she climaxed, and the feel of her body quaking around his drew a response from him that he hadn’t anticipated.

  His cock twitched and hunger washed through him fiercer than ever before.

  CHAPTER 11

  Amelia woke half expecting to find blue skies stretching above her and warm sand against her bare flesh. She stared at the smooth white ceiling until it sunk in that the delicious dream she’d just had was over now. Tilting her head to one side, a slow smile spread across her face when she saw Marcus lying beside her wearing nothing but the dark cloth thing he wore beneath his armoured skirt.

  His black hair caressed his forehead in tangled waves, tempting her to reach across and sweep it back, but she didn’t move. She drank in the sight of him lying with her, his face peaceful in slumber, and then raked her gazed down the length of his body.