Nephilim’s Captive: A Divine Giants Romance (Sons of Earth and Heaven Book 1)

by Abby Knox

  “No,” she lied.

  “You’re playing a dangerous game. Release me now and you can stay.”

  “No, you release me and I’ll stay. I won’t run.”

  Samuel squinted down at her, and then pressed his full weight into her, kissing her firmly.

  “Why won’t you say the words?” he said, letting go of her legs.

  She smiled and tried to writhe under him, but he was too heavy. “Because I want to know why. I want to know why you insist on keeping me here.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Tell me why and I’ll release you.”

  Through gritted teeth, losing his patience, he replied, “Because I changed my mind and I want to keep you here for the Bacchanal.”

  “Lies,” she spat out.

  She was pushing too hard, as always.

  And, as always, it worked.

  “Fine!” Samuel shouted, coming up to his knees, rubbing his hands through his hair. “It’s because against all reason I fucking love you, OK!?”

  Ada felt like the clouds had parted and something new was happening to Samuel’s usually brooding face. He had not just opened up, he had flung the doors wide open. Her heart pounding, she sat up to face him and climbed into his lap, where she fit perfectly against him.

  “There now,” she said. “That’s better. I release you.”

  Chapter Twenty

  Samuel

  Samuel had never in his life said those words before.

  He wasn’t sure what to do next; he was in uncharted territory.

  He knew one thing—he wanted to show his gratitude for her agreeing to stay. He wanted to show her the abbey. He felt they could exist as equals since she was accustomed to his real form, so he wanted to show her all the amazing things about his home. As risky as it was, he wanted her to feel comfortable, to trust that the place was her home. He wanted it to be her home. Their home.

  At some point, she would have to meet his brothers. Not yet—they would wait for the Bacchanal for that. For the moment, he wanted to delight her mind as well as her body.

  “I have a treat for you today, little fox. I’m going to let you leave your room,” he told her as they bathed each other.

  Ada sat up straight in the tub, her red hair wet and wild, clinging to her shoulders. She looked like a river sprite ready to cause mayhem. “Where? Where are we going? Can I go by myself?”

  Samuel ran one finger over the back of her hand, tracing a gentle path up her arm, across her collarbones. He thrilled at the idea that after so many hours of pleasing each other she could still shiver at his touch. It was enough for him to call off his plans and keep her to himself in that room.

  “I’ll give you a choice,” he said. “The fountain or the courtyard. I thought some fresh air might do you good.”

  Abruptly she said, “I want to go to the abbey library. Show me where you saw my name.”

  Samuel was not prepared for that but agreed and stepped out of the tub to let her finish her bath in peace before he attacked her body again. They would have plenty of time for more intimacies soon.

  That’s when the thought hit him and he realized it wasn’t true. They didn’t have plenty of time. She would grow old and die one day, and he would be alone.

  “Hey,” she said softly. He looked up to where she stood, toweling off and studying his face. “Where did you go? You looked sad.”

  There was nothing to do but deflect. He wanted it to be a fun day for her. “I’m… apprehensive about you meeting my brothers, that’s all.” This was partially true.

  He could tell she didn’t believe a word of it, but mercifully she let it drop.

  Moments later, he had her in his grip. Concealing her with one wing, he flew them down to the abbey library, through the long halls, around the winding staircases, across the gallery, and down another twisting staircase on the north end of the abbey into an underground, climate-controlled bunker that contained three rooms: the library, the wine cellars, and the catacombs.

  They would have to be quiet. Urek, who was in charge of preparing the food for the Bacchanal, could make an appearance to grab some wine for the festivities. If he heard Samuel speaking to someone in the library, they would be found out. Other than that, the library was a place that rarely saw Giants other than Samuel, let alone outside visitors.

  Samuel flicked one finger and brought out the scroll that had her name in it.

  Once spread across the table, he explained to her what she was looking at.

  “Here’s me, and here’s my father, one of the Watchers, which you read about. There’s my mother. And there, in the middle of the page, your name is floating, apropos of nothing.”

  Before he even registered what was happening, Ada took a picture of the scroll with her phone.

  “What are you doing? That’s not supposed to work!”

  Ada drew back and sheepishly admitted, “So, I’m pretty sure every time you make me orgasm, I can charge my phone with it. I may have…kept it under my pillow all night.”

  This was news to Samuel. “What the fuck? Let me see that!”

  “No!” she snapped and clutched the phone to her chest. He did not try to grab it; it wasn’t his to grab. “I’m pretty sure it’s temporary. It doesn’t hold a charge for long. I wanted to find out if it would work.”

  “Still,” he said, his voice trembling. “You can’t take pictures in here. How many more have you taken?”

  “That’s it!” she said.

  “Ada,” he warned.

  “OK, I took a couple while you were turned away to fetch me water after the third time I came.”

  Samuel paced and had to remind himself of what he’d decided while he had lain there watching her sleep: that he didn’t care about the rules anymore. Still, his decision was going to take some getting used to. A human with access to the scrolls, taking pictures with her phone…it was a lot to process and he felt like he was in a freefall with no wings to protect himself.

  “Calm down, big guy. It’s not like I even have a signal to send the photos anywhere. And I know I released you from that stupid Angel Vow, but honestly, don’t you want me to still leave the abbey at some point and have a career? I’m pretty much ending it by going MIA up here on this godforsaken mountain. I’ll need something to show for it.”

  Samuel thought about it. Of course. He loved her. He honestly did and wouldn’t want her to give up her career. How in the world that could work, he didn’t know.

  “Listen, Ada. I can’t promise any photos of me will show my wings. And even if they do, people could still say you’re crazy. They will say that the photos have been doctored. The ones who believe you might not be the sort of people you want to believe you. Do you understand that?”

  Ada nodded solemnly. “I’ve made a career out of acquainting myself with people nobody else wants to know. I can handle myself.”

  Samuel rubbed the palm of his hand over his face. He should have sent her away immediately. Ended the whole relationship before it got going. It was impossible, frustratingly impossible.

  “Samuel, is that you in there?” Urek’s voice was on the stairs, approaching the door of the library.

  One swift move and Ada was wrapped up in his wings.

  “Yes,” Samuel replied to his brother, his voice cracking. “It’s me.”

  Urek’s voice sounded concerned. “What’s wrong? Who’s here with you?”

  “Uh…nobody. Nobody’s here. I was, I was…”

  Urek laughed as he peeked into the library and found Samuel next to one of the work tables, scrolls open everywhere, his face radiating heat.

  “Are you OK? You get into the wine early?”

  “Yes, that’s it,” Samuel replied. He winced as Ada, tucked under the cover of his wing against his bare chest, began licking his left nipple. “Ah. Gods. Haha. Yes. I’m…um…well into my c—cups.”

  Urek eyed him suspiciously. “Where’s the bottle?” The brother’s eyes searched the room, obviousl
y finding no evidence that Samuel had been into the wine.

  “Oh that, uhm…” Samuel closed his eyes and almost lost his senses when he felt Ada’s thigh slide down his abdomen slowly, and the blade of her foot graze the top of his erect penis. “It’s in my…my room.” Which was where he was going to be returning Ada to and locking her up for several more days if she continued to torment him in this manner. Her foot teased the tip of his aroused cock and her tongue made circles around his nipple. She was holding on to him with her knees clutching his side, and she moved up and down against him. He felt her soft heat against his ribs. Holy fuck.

  “You do not seem well at all,” Urek said with a frown. “Shall I accompany you to the fountain to get you some water to drink?”

  At that point, Ada ground her pussy against his side and he felt her wetness. “Oh my good gods,” he whispered.

  “Seriously,” Urek said. “Let’s get you some water.”

  “No!” Samuel cried out. “I mean no. Hmm.” Ada was reaching down with her hands and gripping his hips on either side. What on earth and in hell was she doing?

  “Are you sure?” Urek pressed.

  The soft brush of hair was moving across his skin, and her legs…oh shit…her legs were inverted. Yes, he distinctly felt her knees clamped around his chest, and her face was at his hip bone, her hair falling…but that meant…No. No, she wouldn’t.

  Samuel gripped her tighter to him and carefully kept her covered up with his wings. He could smell her womanhood, and it was smack up against his body. And he could feel her breath against his pelvis. It moved over toward the right, right over his…

  “I’m sure,” Samuel said, his voice trembling. “Don’t trouble yourself, Urek. I am looking for a hangover cure that’s why I came here. I know one of these old scrolls has one.”

  “Really? Well, there’s no telling what one finds, rattling around this place. It’s amazing, isn’t it?” Urek’s hands were on his hips. The giant shook his head in exaggerated wonderment. He was stalling. He knew something strange was going on.

  Why would he not leave?

  Ada was relentless. Her lips teased his cock. Kissing. And not even bothering to do it quietly. There was nothing to do but cough.

  Urek’s brow furrowed, but Samuel could no longer look his brother in the eye.

  In the cover of his wings, he threaded his fingers through her hair and gently tugged. With much relief, she stopped her teasing. When he felt her hands grip him—tightly—Samuel cursed and bit down hard on the inside of his cheek. While her hands stroked the shaft, his huge tip got a warm, wet welcome from her lips. Not only that but with the way she had positioned herself, he could feel her juices all over his torso. If he moved his wing a few inches and bent his head down, he could take his revenge out on her, have his fill of her right in this library. If only Urek would leave.

  Samuel laughed a strained laugh through his teeth. “So amazing. Just. Unbelievable. The things…one finds…to sate one’s thirst for knowledge…gods it’s fucking ridiculous…ly amazing.”

  “Are you sweating?” Urek asked.

  “No…yes…yes…must find the…drink…I was looking for.”

  Urek clapped his hands together and said, “Well, I’ll leave you to it then. Just holler if you need to find any ingredients.”

  Finally, his brother was gone. Samuel hurled the door closed with a loud crack and opened his wings. There she was, her skirt having fallen around her waist. And she was wearing no panties.

  “I’ve created a she-demon.”

  “Mmhmm,” she replied, her hands and her mouth destroying his cock. The sensation of her voice against his sensitive skin was too much to take. How many times had he exploded last night into her hands, against her skin, between her legs, and yet here he was, his angelic body betraying him yet again.

  'Tis the season, he supposed. Once aroused, his sensual desires remained awakened until the end of the orgy at the Bacchanal. The Nephilim were hard-wired for it. The mid-summer heat made him horniest of all.

  Samuel leaned against the wall of the library and gripped her thighs, one in each massive hand. He buried his face in her warmth. He probed her pussy with his tongue, prompting a moan from her. Their exchanged moans heightened one another’s pleasure. He didn’t know how they were going to live through the next few days. He had never felt such filthy pleasure with any human in his long life. Ada’s sweet pussy juices mixed with his saliva, and it dripped down his chin like the finest honey. She was delicious, even more delicious every time he licked, kissed, and sucked her soaking wet skin.

  Down below he felt her barely able to fit the shaft in her mouth, the width of it so much larger than a mortal man’s. She did her best, pleasuring him with both hands and filling herself with his flesh. He felt her body jerk as she gagged a little. He stopped his ministrations. “You OK?”

  But she didn’t answer, only kept at it, deeper, harder, more frantic. He could feel the tingle in his lower back, he felt his balls draw up.

  “My love, I’m coming.”

  She wasn’t stopping and neither was he. He covered her pussy with his mouth and gently sucked, her throbbing clit a warm pebble in his mouth.

  With a spasm of ecstasy, he seized into her, her mouth taking all of what he spurted out. At the same time, his growls of relief provoked a trembling in her thighs and next, a release. Her pulses once again gripped his large tongue as each of them devoured the other.

  Just then, he felt one of her hands release him and he held onto her tighter to keep her from slipping.

  When they were both breathless and upright, facing one another, he asked, “Charging your phone again?”

  Catching her breath against his chest, she replied, “Yep. Thanks for the current. Fully juiced up now.”

  “I should spank you for that. And for violating me in front of my brother. Very, very naughty.”

  “I suppose there’s nothing left to do with me. I’ll have to stay here forever, locked up in your room. How sad for me.”

  But that’s not what Samuel wanted.

  He knew himself too well. He did not want to keep her locked up forever in a tower. Or, in his case, in an underground lair, which was where he was taking her right at that moment.

  Keeping her carefully hidden under one wing, he flew them back across to the opposite corner of the abbey to his suite.

  “You’re not seriously going to lock me up again?”

  “I don't tell lies, and I don’t make exaggerations for comic effect.”

  “Remind me not to invite you to my next dinner party.”

  “I understand sarcasm, though,” he said, setting her down inside his bedroom and moving toward the door. “And it doesn’t matter whether I trust you or not. What matters is the brothers must not know you’re here.”

  “Why not?” she asked, giving him one last pout as the door began to close, his heart telling him not to shut it yet completely. To go inside with her. “What is the big deal?”

  “Because three days is the limit.”

  “Limit for what?”

  “Three days is the longest we can wipe from someone’s memory.”

  “So can you wipe my memory now and again after the Bacchanal?”

  “No. Not only would it put you at enormous risk, but it’s also a moot point. You’ve been here for seven days. And there’s no pretending; they’ll all be able to tell your mind hasn’t been touched.”

  The look of shock on her face was too much to take.

  “Seven? How is that possible? I haven’t slept that many times.”

  Samuel stepped into the room. When she gaped at the information, he continued, “It seems impossible. But spending this much time around magical energy is overwhelming for a human. Your brain needs all that time to process, whether you think it does or not. So, you’ve been sleeping longer than you think.”

  She thought about it as she chewed her bottom lip for a moment.

  “But when do you get to sleep?” she ask
ed.

  “I don’t sleep except after the Concert.”

  She nodded. The slight disappointment behind her brave face gripped his heart. “But…,” he started.

  Ada looked up. “Yes?”

  Samuel continued. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t stay with you. If you’d like me to stay.”

  Her face softened in a way entirely new to him. “I’d like that very much.”

  Samuel went inside and closed the door, then chose a book from the bookshelf to read to her. They curled up together on the window seat, his wings furled back inside his body. They stayed like that for hours, Ada nestled against his chest, covered by a blanket.

  “I’m sorry I got you in trouble with your brother,” she said, playing with the long strands of his hair.

  “I forgive you. I love you and I have to forgive you.”

  What he didn’t love was keeping her captive.

  He wanted her to have the world. And he would give it to her.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Ada

  Her captor surprised her the next time she woke with a breakfast tray full of foods totally unlike what he’d provided for her before. This time, it was carnival food: funnel cakes, corn dogs, potato chips, and a Fritos chili pie.

  “Oh my god,” she laughed. “Are you trying to kill me after all?”

  Samuel said, “Urek is gonna be pissed if any more food disappears from the pantry, so I went into town and got some of the things you liked at the festival.”

  She stuffed her face with cotton candy and mumbled, “This is true love. No doubt about it.” She gave him a sweet cotton candy kiss before diving into the rest of it.

  Turns out, giant sex made her insanely hungry.

  Samuel chuckled and swept some of her mussed hair from her eyes. “Enjoy,” he said, brushing his fingers through her hair. “Because I’ve got plans to get you some fresh air today.”

  Ada quirked one eyebrow. “I thought you were going to keep me locked up from now on.”