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

by Felicity Heaton

  A dark possessive snarl curled from his lips and he kissed her, the softness of it surprising her when she had expected hard and passionate. He kept kissing her as he walked up the beach, heading towards their villa. Erin wriggled, anticipation making her restless. She wanted Veiron naked and in the hot tub, water frothing around them, and the wall that concealed the half of the deck nearest the villa hiding them from prying eyes.

  She could barely contain herself as he took the wooden steps up to the deck and set her down. Erin swept her hands over his chest and down the ridges of his stomach, licking her lips the whole time. His eyes narrowed as she tugged his belt open and then set to work on his jeans, slowly popping each button.

  “I didn’t bring any shorts,” he said, his deep voice stirring heat inside her. She wanted him to whisper things against her skin as he kissed it and into her ear as they made love. She craved the feel of his strong hands on her body and the bliss of being one with him again.

  Erin pushed his jeans down to his knees, so he stood on the deck in his black trunks. She could let him go in the hot tub in his underwear but that would spoil the fun. “That’s a shame... you’ll just have to go in naked.”

  “If I’m going in naked, so are you.”

  Erin could go along with that. She went into their villa and grabbed the two white robes from the large bathroom. When she came out, she found Veiron in the bedroom, stripping off his jeans and his underwear. My, she was never getting used to how delicious he looked naked.

  His cock was already hard, jutting out thick and long from a nest of deep red curls.

  Erin wanted nothing more than to sink to her knees and worship him right there in the middle of the bedroom, but the words ‘hot tub’ kept spinning through her head and she knew if she took him into her mouth, they would never make it there.

  She tossed one of the robes at him and stripped out of her shorts and bikini. Veiron growled at her, his hands tightly clutching the robe in front of him, every muscle on his broad body delightfully taut and pronounced. She wanted to lick him all over when he looked like that, so delicious and tempting.

  He crossed the room to her and before he could grab her and kiss her, she ducked under his arm and threw on her robe. She reached the deck before he caught her, pulling her back against his front. He swept her hair aside and kissed her throat, licking and nipping it with blunt teeth.

  “I want to taste you.” That wasn’t the first time he had said that and it wasn’t the first time she had reacted to the words with a flush of prickly heat and a momentary desire to agree and let him bite her.

  The thought of Veiron taking her blood, tasting her, and marking her flesh had her tingly in all the good places.

  “Let me taste you,” he husked into her ear and she moaned.

  “Have you ever?” She couldn’t finish that sentence. Fear of what his answer might be stole the rest of it.

  “Never,” Veiron breathed against her throat and kissed it again. “I have never wanted to do such a thing with anyone else, but the thought of tasting you, sinking my teeth into you... fuck, Erin... I think I might blow my load just imagining it.”

  He ground his erection against her backside through her robe and she moaned again, groin pulsing in response and nipples tightening into hard buds.

  “I want to mark you, Erin... I need it.” He rubbed against her again, hands holding her hips, harder this time, eliciting another heated moan that she couldn’t contain.

  Erin nodded. She wanted it too. The thought of Veiron biting her, staking such a claim on her, had her heart pounding and knees trembling.

  “Now?” she whispered, aware she sounded needy but too far gone to care.

  “Soon.” He pressed another kiss to her throat and then released her.

  Erin almost collapsed into a boneless heap on the wooden deck. Veiron stalked back into the villa but she didn’t follow him. She crouched by the hot tub set into the deck and pressed buttons on the panel until the lights came on and the water began to bubble and heat.

  The tub was only shielded from view on three sides but there was no one on the beach and even if there were the odd couple strolling along it, it wouldn’t stop her from doing this with Veiron. She waved her hand through the water, feeling it growing warmer, her mind racing forwards to imagine making love to Veiron in it. She had never made out in water before and had never been in a hot tub.

  When it was warm enough, she slipped out of her white robe and into the water. She sank down into it, so it lapped at her shoulders. The heat of it was wonderful but not quite blissful. She was missing a vital ingredient to make this one of the best nights of her life.

  Where was Veiron?

  She turned and leaned her back against the side closest to the beach, studying the dark villa for a sign of him. He emerged out of the shadows wearing the white robe and carrying two champagne flutes in one hand and an open bottle in the other. His gaze fell on her and he stopped dead.

  “Damn... you look wicked,” he breathed and she raked her gaze over him, settling it on the tented robe in front of his hips. Clearly, she looked wicked and he liked it.

  Veiron set the two glasses and bottle down, stripped out of his robe and stepped into the tub beside her. Erin swept her tongue across her lips, tempted to cross the water to him and lick every inch of his erection to bring him to his knees.

  Why not?

  He went to sink into the water but she beat him to it, settling her hand around his rigid length and running her tongue up it from root to tip. He groaned and trembled, muttered something about people seeing. Erin didn’t care. She wrapped her lips around him and sucked, pressing her tongue along the underside of his cock. He moaned again, hands clamping down on her shoulders, breath coming hard and fast.

  “Erin,” he whispered and then groaned, hips bucking. “God, woman, the things you do to me.”

  Erin smiled around his cock and sucked the soft head, flicking her tongue over it. He groaned and then shuddered and pushed her backwards.

  She looked up at him, water bubbling around her breasts, her hands on his hips. Veiron loomed over her, the hot tub casting blue light up the length of his body and illuminating his face, revealing his hunger to her. She had never seen him looking so hungry before. It thrilled her.

  He sank into the tub beside her, still breathing hard, and settled his arms on the lip of it, stretching them out to follow the curved shape. She smiled when he closed his eyes and tipped his head back.

  Inching through the water, she kept her eyes on him, trying to move silently. It didn’t work. He snapped his eyes open before she reached him and stared at her.

  “Champagne first,” he said and scooted to the side closest to the villa. He poured two glasses and handed one to her. She took it, raised it and knocked it against his.

  “Cheers.” She sipped it, the bubbles exploding on her tongue, and watched Veiron do the same. “So is this a romantic gesture, or is this to give me some false courage so I don’t go back on the whole tasting thing?”

  Veiron laughed. “I was being romantic, but if you want to believe I have an ulterior motive, go ahead... I don’t think I need you drunk for you to let me bite you... I think you want it just as much as I do.”

  He couldn’t have been more right but Erin didn’t let him see that. She closed her eyes, drained her champagne glass and handed it back to him to refill. He poured her another glass and she sipped this one.

  Veiron caught her other arm and dragged her across to him. He turned her and pulled her onto his lap, so she was sitting on his thighs with her back to his front and one of his arms banded across her chest. She sipped her drink and gently paddled with her feet, staring out at the black ocean and enjoying the moment. Moonlight rippled across the sea. The world had gone quiet, only their breathing and the waves breaking the silence.

  When she had dreamed about coming to the Maldives in the past, it had always featured a man and had always been a romantic getaway, but she had never im
agined it would be like this. It was perfect as she sat on Veiron’s lap, the hot water bubbling around them, sipping champagne and enjoying the silence. Enjoying just being together. She had never imagined she would find a man like Veiron, one who was strong and capable of taking care of her and himself, but romantic and poetic too.

  Erin stared at the shore, at the place where she had practically exchanged vows with him. She smiled to herself and leaned back into him. He held her closer and pressed his lips against her bare shoulder.

  “What are you thinking?” he husked into her ear and she shivered at the feel of his warm breath caressing her damp skin.

  “Just how perfect this is.” She paddled her feet and sighed, tipping her head back and resting it on his shoulder. “I wish we could stay like this forever.”

  He chuckled. “I would like that too.”

  A chill washed over her skin. “But we can’t... can we? You need to go to Hell and sooner or later we’ll have to leave this place.”

  Veiron shifted behind her, causing small waves to cascade across the water, and she heard him set his glass down. He wrapped his other arm around her, holding her tight against him, and rested his chin on her shoulder.

  “I have to go... you know that. I’ll be careful. The little fucker won’t get me. Promise.” He kissed her cheek and Erin wished that promise had chased the cold feeling from her but it hadn’t. She understood that Veiron had to know what his future held and that he was going to Hell for her sake too, but she hated the thought of him returning to that realm and placing himself in so much danger.

  Her vision hadn’t shown anyone other than her, Veiron and the Devil, but she couldn’t take comfort from the fact that Marcus would be there and she wouldn’t. Her vision had shown something different to what had happened on the rooftop in London too. They were screwy. What if Marcus only took her place, trying to stop the Devil from killing Veiron?

  “Don’t think about it,” Veiron whispered and stroked her arms under the water. It felt cold against her now. She tried to shake off her bad feeling but it refused to go.

  “I don’t want to... maybe you need to take my mind off it.”

  Veiron chuckled again and kissed her cheek. “I can do that.”

  He settled his hands on her hips and ground his hard cock against her bottom. She moaned and bit her lip, the thought of making love with him again chasing away some of her fear. She needed this moment with him, this calm before the storm. She had never needed anything so much.

  Veiron peppered her cheek and throat with soft kisses.

  “I want to touch you while I’m inside you... one with you,” he murmured against her cheek and it flushed, hot from the thought of him doing that. She wanted it too.

  He took her glass of champagne from her and set it down beside his. His hands claimed her hips again and he easily lifted her from the water. Her heart fluttered when he positioned himself and slowly eased her down onto his length. It felt amazing as it stretched her, filling her and joining them once again. She moaned as he shifted his hands to her thighs and spread them, so her legs dangled either side of his. The first brush of his fingers over her clitoris tore another breathy moan from her throat and she closed her eyes, leaning her head back against his shoulder. Veiron moaned into her ear.

  “Feels so good,” he whispered and kissed her shoulder, worshipping it as his fingers toyed with her bundle of nerves.

  Erin wanted him to move inside her, to thrust deep, but he remained still, just filling her as he pleasured her. She writhed, shifting on his cock, hungry for more than just his touch. He caught her hip with his free hand and made her still. She whined.

  “I just want to feel you climax,” he husked into her ear and she moaned, heat flashing through her over how needy he sounded, as though it was vital to him.

  She settled on him, focusing on the feel of him inside her, joining their bodies, and the way his fingers danced on her clitoris. Each stroke and swirl cranked her tighter, until she was moaning breathily, tensing and wriggling, losing control of herself. She needed more.

  Erin slipped her hand under the water and settled it over his, wanting to feel him touching her. She arched forwards and her breasts cleared the surface, the cool night air causing her nipples to pucker. Erin couldn’t resist. She lifted her other hand and toyed with one of her nipples, playing with it while Veiron did the same to her nub. She clenched her muscles around his cock, drawing him deeper, pushing down on his impressive length. Veiron groaned and his free hand joined hers, teasing her other nipple. He pinched and tugged it, gently swirled his fingertip around it, and then rolled it between his fingers. Each action elicited another moan from her, winding her insides and bringing her one step closer to orgasm.

  The feel of his strong hand teasing her clitoris, his long cock filling her, and his fingers toying with her nipples was all too much. Erin bit her lip, shifting on his cock, trying to keep still but unable to control her body as she sought her climax. Veiron grunted each time she lifted off him and forced her back down, pinning her there for a few seconds before teasing her nipple again. She screwed her eyes shut and he squeezed her clitoris, and the tension inside her exploded, her body quaking around his, milking his length as she came.

  Veiron moaned and held her against him, as though savouring the feel of her body trembling around his, squeezing and clenching him. Erin collapsed back against him, heat chasing over her skin and her entire body shaking. She breathed hard, bringing herself down little by little. As the haze of her orgasm began to clear, she focused on the feel of Veiron still inside her, and her desire spiked right back up.

  He had given her pleasure and taken none for himself.

  Erin was determined to change that.

  CHAPTER 20

  Veiron groaned as Erin raised herself off his erection and turned to face him, settling herself straight back on it. He clutched her bottom and kissed her, pouring out the hunger that had steadily built inside him while he had been pleasuring her. The feel of her climaxing on his cock had been delicious, cranking him tight with need, until he had been close to coming too. He didn’t think he would last long if she turned the tables on him now.

  He kept kissing her, keeping her hips still so she didn’t try to ride him, buying himself time to calm down so he would last longer than a few seconds. That would hardly be the perfect end to what was becoming a perfect evening. He was fucked if he was going to shoot his load like a virgin. He wanted to make love to his woman, wanted to pleasure her again and spoil her to all others.

  Mine.

  She had consented to it and it had awakened some deep primal male side of him. What he felt for her now went beyond possessive. She was his woman. His to protect and love, to cherish and to pleasure. And he was hers.

  He was sure that there had been a time not so long ago when he had told himself not to go here, that she was mortal and things would never work out between them. Erin was mortal and he didn’t care. He would either find a way to make her immortal or he would find a way to make himself mortal. He wanted to live with her for the rest of her days and die with her. He wanted nothing to come between them.

  Erin sat back on him and he grunted, the change in position making him aware of where his cock was again. She was so hot and wet, so relaxed and ready for him to pump into her. He groaned and tried to kiss her again, but she ran her hands down his chest and leaned back, making her body tighter around his.

  She picked up her glass of champagne and sipped it. Veiron groaned again. She couldn’t seriously be suggesting they drink and chat while he was buried deep in her heat.

  Veiron took the glass from her, set it back down, and snaked his arm around her waist. She giggled when he dragged her against him and kissed her, hard and fierce, a rough meeting of their mouths and tangling of their tongues.

  Erin raised herself up and then sank down on him, and his hands shot to her hips. He guided her on his cock, pumping deeply and slowly into her, savouring the heat that steadi
ly built between them. She clutched his arms and moaned into his mouth, tongue brushing his and teasing him. He slanted his head and deepened the kiss, needing more of her.

  Veiron tensed his bottom, thrusting his cock up each time she sank down, their movements causing waves in the hot tub. Erin moaned and tightened her grip on his shoulders, holding him so fiercely that it bordered on painful. It only added to his pleasure. He groaned to let her know that he liked this side of her, this commanding and passionate woman. Her pace quickened until she was riding him hard and moaning into his mouth each time their hips met, her body rubbing against his. Veiron grasped her bottom, pressing his fingers in, guiding her and matching her pace.

  Her body was so hot around him, so wet and sweet. Her hands literally branded his flesh as she held him.

  The passion and desire clouding his mind cleared enough for him to realise that something was wrong. He broke away from Erin and looked down at her body. Water droplets fizzled on her skin and heat rose from the water around her. Hot.

  “Erin?” Veiron said and she moaned, writhed, and rode him harder.

  “Don’t stop,” she groaned and screwed her eyes shut. Her pulse hammered in her throat and Veiron felt a deep urge to bite her.

  It wasn’t the only urge he was feeling. She felt amazing as she bounced on his cock but whatever change was coming over her, it was affecting him too. It called to his darker side, the demon within him, and drew it to the surface, luring him into changing.

  His nails sharpened into black claws and Erin moaned, throwing her head back and arching into him. He grunted and swallowed, tried to keep his focus but it was impossible. Everything in him said to forget his concern and just go with it, go along with the incredible heat and pleasure flowing through him. He couldn’t get enough of her as she rode him, clutching him and moaning so sweetly.

  “Veiron,” she breathed, passion and hunger roughening her voice, and his teeth began to sharpen. She moaned again, as though she had felt the change and liked it. That only made the demonic side of him push harder.