Crimson Reign (30 page)

Unable to speak around the bit in his mouth, Laz purred in agreement. Back and forth, teasing them both, the tip of the crop slid over quivering flesh. With three quick flicks, Lachi brought the crop down over Laziel’s ass and the tip of his own cock. Pain exploded in his brain. He relished the sensation and his balls tightened in response. His hips bucked hard splitting apart Laziel’s cheeks, but not penetrating the core.

“Fuck!” Lachi yelled. He grabbed the bouncing reins and snatched Laziel’s head back.

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Groaning and straining against the reins attached to the bit between his teeth, Laziel quaked from the blistering heat of such a scalding release. Blood thundered up the length of his thickly veined shaft, permitting the abused length of muscle and flesh to once again stand proud. The savage mood of the vampire was one he never denied. The toxicity of it coated Laziel’s throat with the bitter sweet recognition of Lachi’s fury and his dire need to feed his beast.

Laziel’s eyes rolled ecstatically toward the back of his head when the broad expanse of Lachi's smooth chest came to rest flush against his sculptured back. The feel of all that muscle and heat resting against the extremely sensitive structure of his angelic wings was enough to break him. The scent of blood and sex tainted Lachi's breath as a guttural roar vibrated the air. The grind of Lachi’s teeth clenching in his jaw matched the marks Laziel drove into the bit between his teeth.

Lachi edged in further, the sting of the crop a fading decadent pleasure that taunted Laziel’s protruding cock as it twitched thick and proud, waiting in mid...air for his vampire’s touch. Lachi's hips rolled driving his cock through the cleft of Laziel’s ass, as Laziel pushed back in the want of more. Lachi obliged, spreading Laziel’s ass, and then pressing the swollen bulbous tip of his cock perilously close to Laziel’s clenched entry of moist heated flesh. Laziel moaned again and ground the tight swell of ass against Lachi's delectably long shaft.

The want and desire to be bitten, filled and fucked, rode Laziel hard. Bucking savagely, he forced Lachi's satin smooth shaft to ride provocatively close between the twin mounds of his taut cheeks. It teased the angel with what was to come and he knew Malachi took great joy in denying Laziel the pleasure his vampire's lust could easily fulfill.

“Azarian, please… I need…more.” Pleading through their mental link, Laziel pulled at the restraints tied tightly at his wrists. His skin was raw and thin rivulets of blood seeped down his arms. The scent drew Lachi's ill...tempered will. The barn around them became stoically still as the vampire’s bloodlust became palpable. The only audible noise to reach Laziel's ears was Lachi’s low and intently threatening purr, emanating in decadent waves of hungered lust. Lachi's hands slid firmly along the ridge of Laziel’s bared back, kneading the flesh before traversing over the width of his broad shoulders.

Drawing over the lines of his collar bone, Lachi’s hands lowered, tantalizing the hard awaiting nubs of sensitized flesh by pulling at the nipple rings. The assault on Laziel's senses drove him half...crazy. He needed Lachi to bury himself deep between the mounds of his ass, him down to the thick root of his cock and ride him hard until the world shook around them and Lachi spewed forth his seed.

Starved for more, he tried to spit out the bit wedged so tight between his teeth, but Lachi's firm grip allowed no slack. Growling and breathless with lust, Lachi leaned in and ran his sweet fucking tongue around the shell of Laziel's ear and taunted him with words whispered in Italian, “Do you dare to challenge me, making noise and being difficult. When I command you to obey me, you better make sure to follow through, my angel.” As the binds that tied the angel tightened, Laziel knew instinctively the precipice of the night’s entertainment was about to reach its peak.

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Wrapping the reins around a muscled forearm, Malachi tugged Laziel’s head back, exposing the long column of his throat. The blood rich vein running up his neck pulsed hypnotically. Fangs, already teasing his bottom lip, gained another inch. Breathing heavily, Malachi snagged the bottle of lube from the side table. Too far gone for patience, he sliced into the container with a razor sharp fang, halving it neatly. The slick contents spilled free and cascaded over the gorgeous mounds of his angel’s ass and onto his own straining cock. Flinging the bottle across the loft, Malachi palmed his aching shaft and smeared the oil, stroking himself with sadistic cruelty. Brutally, he pinched the head of his shaft between thumb and forefinger and moaned at the blast of pain that shot straight to his balls.

Releasing himself, he slapped Laziel’s ass hard, splattering the warm oil up on his own chest. Another ringing slap on the opposite cheek left matching hand sized welts. Malachi’s palm rode over the twin marks working the oil into his angel’s skin. He followed the curve of the angel’s ass down to his thigh then back across to the cleft of his ass cheeks. A thick finger split the cheeks and delved inside seeking entrance. The tight muscle clenched denying him. He applied firm pressure and his middle finger slipped inside to the second knuckle. Deliberately, he crooked his finger to hit the g...spot and stroked.

Bound by the ropes, Laziel’s spine arched and his hips bucked as he was unable to control the reaction to the erotic pressure. Another stroke and Laziel’s wings exploded outward extending fully to reach from one end of the loft to the other. They trembled as if caught in a windstorm while Laziel moaned and struggled to breathe. Malachi didn’t have to peer over the angel’s shoulder to know he’d climaxed again, spewing the aged wood with angelic seed. He smelled the musky scent of his angel’s sex.

Withdrawing his finger, Malachi leaned close again, careful this time not to touch the male except his lips to the angel’s ear. “Do you want my cock, angel?” Laziel fought against the merciless hold Malachi held on the reins. “Answer me.”

Laziel tried to nod but couldn’t. The soft brush of feathers caressed Malachi’s broad shoulders. The only part of himself Laziel could control. Lachi’s eyes closed as his large frame shuddered in response. Furious at the infinitesimal slide into softness, he lurched backwards. His mind speared out and the sound of a motor overpowered the angel’s harsh breath. The hoist attached to the bindings lifted Laziel clear of the floor leaving him at Malachi’s mercy. When only Laziel’s toes touched, Malachi stopped the lift. With a hand in the middle of Laziel’s back, he pushed the male forward twisting his arms in the restraints so they were stretched awkwardly above his head.

With a vicious thrust, Malachi seated himself deep in the angel’s ass. His head fell back on his shoulders, his roar exploding into the night. Cries of fright sounded from the animals below, but Malachi, lost in his angel, paid them no mind. Looping the reins even tighter around his arm, he heaved backward dangerously bowing the angel’s spine and neck. His hips pistoned back and forth; his cock rammed deeper and deeper into the angel with every thrust. The slick tightness gripped his cock, massaging every inch.

Laziel bucked in the restraints, greedy for more, trying desperately to meet Malachi’s every powerful plunge. Malachi’s wide palm slid down the angel’s spine, over his hip and wrapped around the angel’s inflamed dripping length. He jerked Laziel’s hips upward to give himself even more access to the heat of his tight slick channel. When the angel’s ass clenched exerting even more pressure on his swollen cock, he struck. His fangs, slid fluidly into the angel’s juicy vein. He drank as if starving. Long, deep pulls filled his mouth with the celestial’s blood.

His grip on the reins tightened, twisting Laziel’s head to the side as he drank deep. His hips rocketed faster and faster, a blur of movement, fueled by vampire speed and lust. Caught in Malachi’s brutal embrace, Laziel bore it all without a sound, commanded entirely by Malachi’s demand for utter silence. Malachi’s balls throbbed, his orgasm finally reaching a peak. His sac tightened, drawing up.

With a grunt, he released the angel’s throat, swallowing the last mouthful of rich crimson. His seed boiled deep in his loins ready to erupt. Hastily, he shook loose the reins as he jerked free of his angel. Ducking under Laz’s left wing, he ripped the bridle free of the angel’s lips with one hand and palmed the back of his head with the other. Before the angel could take a proper breath, Malachi filled his mouth and throat with his aching cock. With two savage thrusts and the moist caress of Laziel’s tongue, his climax thundered up from his balls and screamed through his cock to explode into the sultry haven of the angel’s mouth. Burying both hands in Laziel’s thick mane of hair, he clenched his fists as he continued to pound his spewing cock against Laz’s throat. Finally, his seed ran out and spent, he fell to his knees before his mate.

Heart pounding, body throbbing, mind clear, Malachi drew in harsh breaths. Below them, he heard the frantic kicks of the stallions against their stall doors. The scent of blood and sex would be driving them wild. But, it was the savage monster inside that he listened for and did not hear. For the moment, the angel had tamed the beast.

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Star bursts of pain receded, leaving behind a symphony orchestrated by a series of satisfied, muffled sighs which held no depth compared to the implosion of emotion seeping through Laziel’s veins. Lachi was the Seraphim’s world, his lover, his giver of pain in such wondrous measures it took great fortitude not to drown in the flood of the vampire’s unearthly allure. As Lachi's hips pistoned hard, thrusting his meaty length deep within Laziel’s pouting mouth, Laziel fed. He drank hungrily from the power of the male’s shattering release.

Lachi's seed filled Laziel, sating his consuming thirst in an overflowing display of erogenous lust. It was only when the milking finally abated that Laziel was left with the all too familiar aching emptiness of wanting more. He craved his mate…

Calling on the strength of his celestial soul, Laziel drew from the light of his rightful birth and slipped free of his confines. He didn't speak…didn't breathe as the width of his satin black wings guided him down to his knees in position alongside his kneeling vampire. Eyes glowing from the need to feel and touch, Laziel reached out with tentative hands and brushed up over the densely packed muscles of Lachi's thighs. The vampire trembled beneath the weight of his fingers. The flow of power radiating from Laziel sent a cool wave of energy over Lachi, a balm to his ill...tempered will. Laziel stroked, easing Lachi with tentative caresses and brought him forward into his embrace until their bodies fused in a glistening display of melded flesh.

Desiring the taste of Lachi's mouth, Laziel tentatively brushed away the fallen locks of ebony hair from where they lay against the vampire’s lips. He licked with indecent intent across the seam of Lachi’s full ripe mouth, purring with animalistic hunger when the vampire allowed the rare gift of a little affection. With the freedom to savor accepted, Laziel slowly devoured the depths of Lachi’s mouth. His taste was hypnotic, yet enticing.

With the erotic bloom in his mouth, Laziel groaned at the intoxicating flavor and suckled deeply on the vampire’s tongue before rolling it illicitly against his own. Their hands roamed of their own violation, caressing, holding and teasing the flesh at every dip and delicious curve of muscle and arch of wings. The tender touch by previously harsh hands drew long ragged moans from the depths of Laziel's heaving chest. As the length of his sex pulsated to the rhythm of his panting breath, he fisted both hands in the ebony locks of Lachi's hair and reared up on his knees aiming his sex toward the vampire’s seductive mouth.

Lachi grinned up at him. Licking down his fangs, he pierced the tip of his tongue and moistened his lips with the sweet crimson of his own blood. Laziel was lost. When the searing hot seal of slick wet heat engulfed the girth of his pulsating cock, Laziel roared. His hips pistoned in wild frantic thrusts deep into the cavernous well of Lachi’s lush mouth. Blood coated the length of Laziel’s swollen shaft.

The scent of Laziel’s lust fuelled Lachi's incredible thirst as he opened his throat and swallowed him whole. The glorious wet slide of lips followed by grunts of exertion rented the air to mix with the addictive scent of sex and blood. Laziel bucked wildly, his hair flailing around them as the torrid bloom of release shattered the calm of the cool night air. An emanating glow encompassed them both. The broad expanse of satin black wings arched inward and drew Lachi into Laziel’s arms. Carefully, he wrapped them both within the cradle of his wings and the blinding white light of his happiness. Lachi would always be Laziel’s world…and the breath they breathed would always be one and the same.

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CHAPTER FIFTEEN

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ANCHORAGE, ALASKA

Antonia Leslie’s killer stood but a few paces away from the one who hunted him. The poor human planned and plotted woefully unaware of the danger lurking in the darkness. Jasper Collins operated under the false impression he was about to take his second victim. But, he was wrong…so very wrong. The immense male in the shadows harbored other plans for Collins. For the past three nights as Collins tracked his prey, Vischeral Bourne, homicide detective for the Anchorage Police Department, stalked the predator, his every move cataloged.

Concealed in the shadows, Vischeral eyed the briefcase in Collins’ hand. If the perp stayed true to form, it held a length of rope, thin razor wire, a hunting knife with a six inch blade, duct tape and latex gloves. All things necessary for a kidnapping and killing. Too bad, the bastard’s plans were going to be for naught. Eyes darker than the night tracked him even as he cased his target. Fists nearly the size of Collins’ head clenched and unclenched as adrenaline spiked through the vampire.

Vischeral never took his cold black gaze from Collins. He hated the female would have to be taken and subjected to even one minute of the killer’s attention. But, his enhanced sense of smell and his ability to read every demon spawned thought in the sociopath’s head were not evidence easily admitted to the human court. Thus, he endeavored to catch the motherfucker in the act. A snarl curled his lip as the male moved forward. He looked like an everyday bloke on his way home from work, the khaki pants, navy polo shirt and loafers about as threatening as a kitten pouncing on a ball of yarn. The young female he targeted could have posed as Antonia’s double, the same dark mahogany hair, slightly plumb build, warm chocolate brown eyes…only her name was Vanessa and she was a year younger than Antonia. If not for Vischeral’s presence, her death would headline the morning news, her only mistake having been to stop and answer Collin’s innocuous request for directions almost a week ago.