When his teeth finished sharpening, she cried loudly and responded by lifting almost all the way off his cock before sinking back onto him, hard and fast, rough and passionate. He groaned and held her hips, keeping her moving on him, too far gone to stop now. She felt too good around him.
Erin didn’t slow her pace. She kept riding him, undulating her hips, milking his cock as though she couldn’t get enough of him. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could last. His balls were tightening, body tensing and readying for his climax. He groaned and breathed hard, struggling against his desire to change completely. He couldn’t. He would tear her apart if he did. He tried to tamp it down and keep control. Erin rocked on him, moaning and writhing, her head thrown back and breasts glistening under the moonlight. Steam curled around her, her heat invading him now, turning his blood to fire.
“Veiron,” she whispered and snapped her head down. She kissed him, devouring his mouth, her taste so sweet and hot. “Keep going. It feels so good.”
He thrust into her, countering her movements, losing himself in the moment again. She moaned with each plunge of his cock into her welcoming heat and each one made him thrust harder, pump deeper, until he was pounding into her. Her breasts bounced with each hard meeting of their hips and she cried out with each one, calling his name. He didn’t care if anyone heard them. All they would know was that Erin belonged to him.
“Feels so good,” she murmured breathlessly and moved her hips in a figure of eight, her hands tangling in the short lengths of her black hair. “I want to feel you climax.”
Veiron growled and dragged her against him, sucking her nipple and teasing it with his sharp teeth as he plunged into her, eliciting another high groan from his woman.
She buried her fingers into his hair, clinging to him, and her skin heated under his lips. He didn’t understand what was happening and then it didn’t matter.
She convulsed against him, her inner walls clenched him and she cried out as she climaxed. Heat flashed through his body, burning up his blood, sending his head spinning and he couldn’t hold back. He shoved her down onto his cock, impaling her, and came hard. His balls throbbed, every muscle in his body twitching, and he groaned. He couldn’t stop. He shot his seed into her and her body milked him, drawing his orgasm out, until she moaned his name and climaxed again, and so did he.
Veiron collapsed against her chest, leaning over her, breathing hard and struggling to remain conscious.
Erin shifted on his still-hard cock and pushed him backwards.
His gaze flickered to her throat and the pulse beating there. An urge to bite her overtook him and he couldn’t stop himself this time. He grabbed her, dragged her against him, and sank his sharp red teeth into the smooth unmarked skin on the left side of her throat.
Erin cried out again, shouting his name to the heavens.
Veiron trembled, heat rushing through his veins as the first drop of her blood touched his tongue. It flowed into him, bringing incredible fire with it, an inferno that made him feel as though he was going to burn to ashes and that unleashed his darker side. His eyes changed and he growled against her throat. Erin quaked in his arms, clutching his head to her and her body throbbing around his.
He took barely a sip of her blood before he pulled away, awareness of what he had done dawning on him. Blood marked her throat, dark in the low light. It beaded on the rows of puncture wounds. He shouldn’t have bitten her. He had no way of stopping the cuts from bleeding. He leaned in and licked the wounds, and Erin moaned and shivered again, the sound so light and breathless that he groaned in response. He licked the marks again, tasting her sweet blood, and then drew back.
No new blood blossomed on her skin.
He frowned and looked closer. The marks looked smaller. Was she healing them somehow?
Veiron looked at her. She smiled shyly and touched the marks on her throat.
He was still trying to catch up with everything when she curled up against him and settled her head on his chest. She stroked it with her left hand, drawing wet patterns on his skin, and murmured contentedly.
Veiron touched her back and frowned. She was ice cold. He went to lift her up and she moaned.
“Don’t move, not yet... I just want to lie like this a while.” She held onto him and he relented and settled with her, sinking lower in the water so it covered her shoulders.
He held her, his body still inside hers, and stroked her wet hair.
“What the fuck just happened?” he whispered, needing to ask even though he knew she wouldn’t be able to answer that question. He just needed to hear that she was aware things had gone severely into the weird just now.
“I don’t know,” she said and her hand stopped and rested on his chest. “I just did whatever my desire said to do... and then I felt so hot... and every time you showed a little more of your demonic side, I... you know.”
He did know. She had responded to it, as though she had been feeding off his change, gaining pleasure from it.
“You were hot,” he said and she curled up closer to him, and he felt her fear.
“It was my power. I could feel it inside me... growing... pushing.” Those words were quietly spoken and small sounding, as though she hadn’t wanted to say them because doing so would be admitting that it had controlled her to a degree.
“It’s okay, Sweetheart.” Veiron wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly, letting her know without words that he was there for her and nothing was going to change that. She didn’t need to fear. “My power is the same. Sometimes it feels as though it isn’t a part of me. There’s nothing to be worried about.”
“Promise?” she said and he nodded.
“I promise.”
“I thought demons weren’t big on promises,” she said and there was a smile in her voice at last.
He grinned and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “We’re not, but I’ll make an exception for you. I swear to you, Erin, I’ll find out what your power is and we’ll deal with it together. You’re not alone and you never will be. I’m here with you.”
Veiron held her closer, a need to protect her burning in his heart. He would get the answers for her and would make everything better. He would take care of her because he loved her with all of his heart and her happiness was his.
For now, he would take care of her immediate needs. He reached over to the control panel for the hot tub and cranked the temperature up. He would get her warm and then take her to bed. She needed her rest and so did he.
He would go to Hell with Marcus soon but he wasn’t worried about his own safety. He was worried about Erin’s.
She had drawn him into changing tonight, enough that he could have revealed their location to the Devil. It was still a day until Einar and Taylor arrived, and Taylor could hide Erin and Amelia.
What if Hell’s angels found them before then?
Veiron growled and clutched Erin to him. It didn’t matter. If any of them dared to come near her, he would kill them all. He would protect what was his.
He would fight the Devil himself for Erin’s sake.
CHAPTER 21
Erin had been on edge since falling asleep in Veiron’s arms after their hot tub encounter the day before yesterday. Amelia had flown off the handle again when Veiron had admitted that he may have alerted other Hell’s angels to their whereabouts. Erin had backed him up and then left with him to get some space and time alone with him. She didn’t get her sister sometimes. Veiron could have kept it a secret but he had done the right thing and warned Amelia and Marcus, and rather than just saying they would deal with anything that happened, Amelia had given him hell.
Who had died and made her big sister boss?
Erin was having none of it. If Hell’s angels came, they would probably be coming for her. If she didn’t go nuclear at Veiron about what he had done then what right did her sister have to shout at him about it? She huffed and pulled her black shorts on over the bottoms of her black bikini, and then towell
ed off her wet black hair.
Tired of her sister’s god complex, she had spent most of yesterday snorkelling with Veiron, and had avoided Amelia and Marcus by heading back out onto the reef first thing this morning. The house reef at the resort was amazing, full of colourful fish and even turtles. She had never been snorkelling and the closest she had come to seeing tropical fish were her family visits to the London Aquarium as a child.
Veiron seemed to attract some of the scariest-looking fish she had ever seen though, including a small shark this morning. It hadn’t bothered him. He had petted them all. Even the shark. It had quickly turned and sped away into the murky distance. Erin had laughed and got a lungful of seawater then, and Veiron had insisted they call it a day and head back to shore.
She smiled at him where he lay on the double bed wearing only his black jeans, skin golden against the white sheets, his eyes closed and wet hair spread around his shoulders.
A sudden pang of uncertainty stabbed her in the chest. In less than an hour, Taylor and Einar would arrive at the resort and Marcus and Veiron would leave for Hell. It turned Erin’s stomach whenever she thought about it and she wanted to ask him to stay, to forget about seeing whether his future was like her vision and discovering where her powers came from and why the Devil wanted her.
Veiron’s eyes cracked open and he pushed himself up onto his elbows, resting on them. Every muscle of his torso tensed, the thick ropes of his abs luring her gaze downwards, and she wanted to congratulate him for finding a way to make her instantly forget her worries. Whenever he looked so delicious, she couldn’t think about anything other than making love with him again.
“I’ll be careful,” he said and her momentary amnesia brought about by her lust for him disappeared, worry crashing back down on her even fiercer than before. He held his hand out to her. Erin stepped towards him, slipped hers into it, and allowed him to lead her onto the bed. She knelt astride his legs and he tipped his head back, luring her in for a kiss. She went willingly, needing the comfort that came from contact with Veiron, and closed her eyes as she kissed him. He kept it soft and slow, full of affection and reassurance.
Erin wanted to melt into him and deepen the kiss, turning up the heat until she awoke his passion. She wanted to lose herself in him and forget what would happen in only a handful of minutes that were quickly slipping through her fingers. She had to be strong though and burying her head in the sand by losing herself in her desire for Veiron was an act of weakness.
She took what he gave her in his tender kiss instead, letting it soothe away her fears and savouring it and this moment with him. She could feel his love for her in each soft sweep of his lips over hers and how much he needed her, and it brought tears to her eyes. He would come back to her, she was sure of it. He had survived centuries in Hell and had come to rescue her when he had been a wanted man. He knew how to move through that realm without making the enemy aware of him. He could get in and out without drawing the Devil’s attention.
“Erin,” Veiron whispered against her lips and she drew back. He frowned, concern lighting his dark irises, and swept the pad of his thumb under her eyes, capturing her tears and wiping them away. His hand cupped her cheek and she sighed and leaned into his touch, absorbing the heat of his palm and how good it felt against her.
She could see in his eyes what he wanted to tell her and could see his fear too, and his uncertainty. She knew him, knew that he was a man who loved with all of his heart, but who also believed that no one could love him. He needed to hear her say it first, and she would, because she wanted to prove him wrong about her and the world. There was someone who could love him, who did love him.
“Veiron.” She covered his hand with hers, holding it against her face, and looked deep into his eyes, wanting to see right down to his soul, and wanting him to see straight into hers when she said the words. “I love you.”
He swallowed hard, slipped his hand around the nape of her neck and drew her to him. He pressed his forehead to hers, clutching her against him.
“I love you too,” he husked, voice low and raw, full of so much emotion that she wrapped her arms around him and held him to her. He tipped his head up, captured her lips, and kissed her hard and roughly, his tongue tangling with hers. Every inch of her warmed, not just from the kiss but from his words and the knowledge that he loved her. She melted into him and slanted her head to deepen their kiss, returning it with equal desperation and need, letting him know that they were in this together and she wanted it to go on forever, never wanted him to part from her again. She swept her tongue across his lips, eliciting a deep moan from him that heated her through and made her want to do it again. Before she could, he broke away from her, breathing hard, and growled. “Christ, Erin, I love you so much.”
Erin smiled, leaned into him so he collapsed back onto the bed with her lying on top of him, and kissed him again, tangling her fingers in his long wet scarlet hair. Amelia was going to flip her lid but Erin didn’t care. In a world where everything felt so uncertain for her, with her strange powers and the Devil after her, Veiron was the one thing she was certain about. She loved him with all of her heart, was so deeply in love with him, and he with her. She wasn’t afraid of it or the depth of their feelings. She didn’t care that he was a demonic angel. They belonged together.
Veiron rolled her over, pinning her to the bed beneath him, and deepened their kiss, stroking the length of her tongue with his, turning the heat up another notch.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, intent on stealing another moment with him.
Someone knocked on the door.
Veiron lifted his head and growled in the direction of the glass doors to the deck.
Erin sighed. At least they had knocked this time rather than barging in. She mourned the loss of Veiron’s body against hers as he pushed himself off her and grabbed his black t-shirt from the back of the chair in front of the dressing table.
She sat up and looked across at the door to find Marcus standing there with his back to them. Had he seen them together on the bed and turned his back before knocking and waiting for them to answer? She had only known him a short time but it seemed like the sort of thing he would do. Unlike her sister, he respected her relationship with Veiron and sometimes even backed them up, siding with them against Amelia. Her sister glared at him whenever he did but always stopped her assault. It was good to have her sister’s lover on her team.
Erin crossed the room and opened the door to him. He turned and smiled at her, pale blue eyes bright with it.
“I am sorry for disturbing you.” His smile held and he raked his fingers through his dark hair. “Amelia wishes to head to the dock to meet the boat. It arrives shortly.”
Erin’s heart thumped against her chest. So soon?
Marcus’s expression shifted to one of concern. “I will take care of him for you, Erin. I will not let anything happen to him.”
“Like I need your help,” Veiron grumbled and tossed his black holdall onto the bed. “I’ll probably be the one taking care of your skinny arse.”
Marcus raised an eyebrow and his eyes brightened, the darker flakes in them swirling. “If it were not for Erin, you would be heading down there alone... just remember that.”
“Not alone,” Erin said, not wanting to intervene in what was fairly standard behaviour between the two angels but needing to speak up. “If you weren’t going with him, Marcus, I would be.”
“No way in Hell I’d let you go back down there.” Veiron continued to rifle through his holdall, his eyes never leaving it. “I don’t need a chaperone.”
“Well, you’ve got one, so suck it up.” Erin walked up behind him, wrapped her arms around his waist, and rested her head against his back. “It’s either me or Marcus. Your choice.”
Veiron grunted, was still for long seconds, and then placed his hand over hers where they were locked in front of his stomach.
“I would never risk you,” he s
aid and she smiled, warmed inside by his words and the affection in them.
“That’s what I thought... so play nice with Marcus. If you’re a pain in his arse, I’ll never hear the end of it from Amelia.”
Veiron sighed and straightened. He caught her right wrist and pulled her around him, turning at the same time. He settled his arms around her shoulders and briefly kissed her, hard enough that her lips tingled when he broke away.
“Fine. I’ll be nice. Satisfied?”
Erin nodded, tiptoed, and kissed him again. Marcus cleared his throat. It was a little high-pitched for him. She glanced over her shoulder to see her sister standing in the doorway in front of Marcus, her silver hair up in a ponytail that shone in the strong sunlight and her grey eyes dark.
She had never seen Amelia looking so on edge.
Erin reluctantly slipped free of Veiron’s embrace and took hold of his hand. He linked their fingers and squeezed her hand, and she silently thanked him for the reassurance.
They walked over to Amelia, Veiron pocketing his passport along the way, and headed out. The walk to the dock seemed too short, not enough time for Erin to absorb her remaining few minutes with Veiron safe in her grasp. Amelia and Marcus walked ahead of them, hand in hand, talking in low voices. Erin caught snippets of Amelia pressing Marcus to be careful and offering to go with them. Marcus wouldn’t hear of it.
It seemed all angels were born heroes, especially when it came to protecting their women.
Erin looked up at Veiron and smiled when he glanced down at her, right into her eyes. She didn’t need to tell him to be careful or to get out of Hell at the first sign of danger. But there was something she needed to tell him again.
They reached the dock in time to see the speedboat rumbling up to the jetty. It wasn’t hard to spot Einar and Taylor. Both of them wore black and Einar looked huge compared to everyone else in the boat, parked at the back of it with his arm slung around Taylor’s slender shoulders. Her blue eyes scanned the dock and settled on Erin. They narrowed and then she smiled, chasing away Erin’s suspicion that Taylor still didn’t like seeing Veiron with her, despite her claims that she was over him.
Her Angel: Eternal Warriors Romance Series Complete Series Box Set (Books 1-5) Page 55