Crimson Reign (37 page)

After making his excuses, he left the couple and circled the ballroom. His eyes tracked the crowd searching for Loz. They found Darklon, scowling, his attention locked on one of the darkened alcoves. Malachi worked his way around and caught a glimpse of Roman, Tobias and Ms. Stroner deep in conversation. So, Loni thought Ms. Stroner good enough for the King, but not good enough for his son. Interesting. The Elder edged toward the younger Di Sangue, and Malachi moved to intervene. Before he could reach the other male, a tall form materialized at Darklon’s side. Arial’s eyes met his briefly before he blocked the Elder.

A possessive hand slid around his elbow. Heat washed over him, scalding his senses.

“Lachi, I need to leave.” Loz’s breathless voice caressed his ear. Voluptuous breasts pressed against the back of his bicep, slim hips bumped against him. The angel moaned low in her throat. Lust coated his nose and throat and brought his cock to immediate attention. He looked down into dazed eyes, pupils almost blown.

“What the fuck have you been doing?” He growled low. He shook free of her hold and slid an arm around her back twisting her around in front of him. She mewled in protest, until her mound rubbed against his thigh. Her head fell forward to rest against his chest. She writhed until she found his rock hard dick. She ground against him then, pleasured moans ringing in his ears. His fingers tightened against her flesh, but he couldn’t find the will to push her away.

“Fuck me, Lachi, I’m so wet. I need you.” Her sultry words drew the gazes of the surrounding vampires. When she stumbled and her hands clasped his ass, he gave up the fight and scooped her up in his arms. With a curse, he hurried from the ballroom into the shadows. Soft lips found his throat. Fingers tangled in his hair.

“Damn it, Laziel, get yourself under control.” He speared the thought into the angel’s mind.

“Not. Laz.” Sharp fangs pricked his neck, arresting his stride. The pleasure pain made him suck in a breath. “I’m Loz. Your female. My Lachi, please make love to me. I need to have you between my thighs, driving deep, filling me with your cock.” Her lips closed over his earlobe sucking on the tiny bit of flesh. Goosebumps raced down his spine. His cock throbbed.

“This is not the place for your games, Laziel. Darklon’s inside. He’ll raise a stink that you aren’t an appropriate match for the King.” The warm moisture around his lobe disappeared and the angel struggled to get down. Malachi let go of her knees. The slap caught him by surprise. Strong hands grasped her slender shoulders and lifted her. Her head bounced off the wall just before his lips covered hers in a punishing kiss.

“Laziel, you motherfucker, get control of this female. She can’t strike the King before all of these people. They’ll string her up before sunrise.”

His back crashed against the opposite wall. Eyes blazing a challenging red, Loz advanced on him, her hands ripped at the front of her gown. Fabric and thread gave way under the celestial’s awesome power. Full breasts spilled into view, nipples erect and straining. Loz ran her hands over the lush curves and pinched the peaked flesh.

“LOZ!” She advanced on him, a sultry siren begging to be fucked and fucked hard. His aching cock throbbed which surprised him until it dawned on him. His male, Laziel, lurked somewhere beneath the feminine form. Laziel’s scent filled his nose, Laziel’s taste lingered in his mouth after the kiss. But, this female denied Laziel. Why?

Voices echoed from deeper in the gloom and drew closer. He had to get them out of here before Laziel completely lost it.

“Loz, darlin’, I’m sorry. We need to go. You know how possessive I am.” He eased away from the wall trying to placate the female. Already, he regretted slamming her against the wall. He slid his jacket free of his shoulders and held it out to her. “We can’t have the King going berserker just because some lucky male got a gander at his female.” Keeping his voice at a soothing level, he stepped toward her. The fire in her eyes faded to liquid chocolate as he got closer. Docilely, she allowed him to slide the coat up her arms and settle it on her shoulders.

“Have another swallow, Rom, baby. You’re still looking kind of stiff.” The wolf came into view, his back to Malachi as he held out a flask to the couple behind him.

“You just want me drunk so you can have Kimberly all to yourself,” Roman protested, but took the silver container and turned it up. Malachi drew Loz into his body. Her arms circled his waist and she pressed against him once again clearly seeking the length of his cock.

“Malachi.” Ms. Stroner’s gasp brought the two males to a halt. “I mean, your Majesty.” Color sufficed her cheeks. In his arms, Loz growled. His arms closed tighter around the angel. “We were, ummm, we just…”

Tobias cut her off a smirk on his face and a swagger in his step as he strode closer. “We were leaving, headed back to her place. Want to join us?”

“No.”

“Yes.” Loz’s agreement surprised him. “Just for the ride. I need to go, Lachi.” Her fingers closed around his rigid member; she stroked him through the material. Tobias’s smile widened and he offered the flask to Loz who took it without hesitation. She drank, shuddered against him and raised the container again.

“Give me that.” Malachi took the flask and turned it up. The wolf moonshine scorched a trail down to his gut. “Fuck, that’s potent. Is this why she’s acting like a…” The grip on his sac tightened. “Has she had some of this already?”

Tobias nodded, an unrepentant glint in his eyes.

“So, are we leaving or not? I have a problem in my pants that needs attention. Either my hand or someone’s hand or mouth or…” Ms. Stroner slapped a requested hand over Tobias’s mouth.

“Oh my God, you can’t say that in front of him.”

“He’s got a female’s hand on his nuts, and a boner the size of Texas. I think his mind is right where ours are, sweetheart,” Tobias drawled.

Four sets of eyes watched him. Malachi huffed out a breath. It wasn’t like Loz could return to the ceremony with her dressed ripped down the front. “The limo should be waiting outside. Shall we check?”

Loz moved first, pulling him by the wrist toward the door. She clutched the jacket front closed as she hurried down the steps. He slid into the back of the car behind her and made room for the three younger ones. Loz claimed his lap, her head resting on his shoulder. Tremors shook her body and her scent, fuck; it was driving him higher and higher.

On the seat across from them, Ms. Stroner tried to hide behind the males, but Tobias wasn’t having it. His bottle appeared again, and he brought it to her lips.

“That damn thing is bottomless.” Roman chuckled, his posture finally loose and his smile freer than Malachi had ever seen it. Tobias reached for his pocket and pulled out an identical silver flask. Malachi shook his head and chuckled, trying to focus on the others and not the bulge in his trousers. It worked until Loz took his hand and sucked a finger into her mouth. He demanded the bottle and replaced his finger with it. Though she pouted, Loz took a long swallow. Malachi mirrored her actions, but took a much longer draw.

As soon as the limo stopped outside the Vatican, Malachi shoved the door open and stepped out of the car with Loz clutched in his arms. Without bothering with good nights or goodbyes, he leapt up the few steps and disappeared through the doors. Ignoring everyone they encountered, he strode straight through to his chambers. When the door slammed shut sealing them off from the rest of the world, Malachi set Loz on her feet. His fingers went to the buttons of his shirt.

“I want Laz. Right now.”

“No.” The jacket slid from Loz’s shoulders to pool at her feet. Malachi blinked. Surprise stole across his face.

“The game’s up, darlin’. We’re home. I want Laziel.”

“Well, you’re getting me. Tonight is my night.” To punctuate her words, the dress slipped off her hips and puddled atop the jacket. Sensuously, she strolled toward him, her hands smoothing over her curvaceous body. He retreated, unaccustomed to the female, unwilling to hurt her. Need and lust crashed through his system. His vampire howled for flesh and blood.

“Get Laz. I need him. You’ve awakened the beast.”

“You need me, vampire. You just don’t know it yet.” Her fingers trailed down his cheek as she met his gaze. “But, you will.”

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CHAPTER NINETEEN

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Heat seared across the slightly glowing surface of Loz’s flesh, heightening the flare of her arousal and drenching the room in the angel’s scent. A soft purr rumbled from parted lips as the clothes she wore pooled to the floor leaving her naked and exposed. The air heated and small beads of amber sweetness coated dotted her skin. Loz moaned as she prowled toward the dynamic vampire watching her every move.

The sway of her hips caused the swollen lips of her labia to rub together, a soft stroke of friction that ramped up the desire and fuelling her need. Ample breasts, heavy and full, swayed to the rhythm of her hips. The high, peaked nipples stood angry and erect screaming to be bitten, suckled and pulled.

Before the angel, eyes wide, nostrils flaring, was her male. His muscles flexed and torqued the veins pumping blood along his arms and up the thickly corded column of his deliciously, straining neck. Angel’s blood, their gift to the vampire sang in her ears. It taunted her womanly form with a siren song as it swam through Lachi’s veins, nourishing his vampiric hunger. The knowledge stroked the storm of angelic passion residing inside her aching empty womb.

A surge of energy swept up from her core. The subliminal power of the angel’s need lifted the King and sent him crashing back onto the four poster bed. A low purr resonated at the back of her throat as Loz stalked her prey. Nothing equated to her; time ceased to exist. She heard nothing from her surroundings, but the call of his blood as it beckoned her toward the bed. Lachi growled in a low needy pitch. “Laziel…show your motherfucking ass now.”

A haze of ethereal light shone around the angel’s form and a low resonating groan of anguish slipped from her lips. Laziel fought her now, fought in earnest to answer his vampire’s plea. A hand more masculine than feminine reached out toward the King, and infused his body in a mist of ethereal light joining the angel to Lachi’s bristling flesh. The familiar taint of the vampire’s ire agonizingly drew forth the image of Laziel, Lachi’s much favored form. The pain of his struggle to break free wavered as his strong hands trailed along the incline of Lachi’s inner thighs.

His deep baritone voice pleaded with Lachi, “Azarian, please…it fucking hurts more than anything I’ve ever felt before. Ease this shit, I beg you.” Laziel’s voice trailed off to become a lighter, gentler tone. Long subtle fingers caressed instead of claimed. Laziel was gone and in his place the picturesque Loz. The pain in her eyes showed the longing Laziel usually locked away. A tremor rocked through her core as her womb clenched painfully and soaked her flesh in a sweet drenching sweat. She shook her head and screamed to the heavens as her spine bowed and pushed out ample heaving breasts.

Lachi’s shaking hands gripped her hips and his touch scalded her skin. He pulled her toward him, fear coloring his words as he pleaded for Laziel. Inside the angel’s mind, Laziel raged in revolt, fighting to take control and claim Lachi, body mind and soul. With each inch the angel brought the male form to the fore, heart stopping pain coursed through their veins. Loz couldn’t breathe with the masculine form so close to exposure. The angel’s wings shuddered free shedding torn feathers across the sheets. The more Laziel tried to break through, the more pheromones were released into their system.

The decadent allure seeped through her pores and coated them both in a balm of intoxicating debauchery. Her eyes went heavy with lust as she rolled her hips provocatively over the groin of her illustrious King. Lachi growled in defiance and gripped her hips tighter, aiming to control her wicked intent. Loz ignored his threatening persona and thrust up against him, capturing his face in her hands and delivering into his mouth the taste he craved.

The angel’s essence poured up from the heart, hot and potent. Its coppery sweetness exploded into his mouth. Lachi drank; swallowing deeply from the endless fountain of blood pumping out from the angel’s heart. Loz held tight, summoning her strength to hold him in place and mentally link them together.

Soft words spoken in Laziel’s voice flowed into Lachi’s thoughts. “I can’t fight this. It hurts, Lachi. So bad…begging you…”

Laziel’s words ebbed away as Loz brushed her soft lips across the vampire’s mouth and gently rimmed his lips. A rush of warmth spread through her core, and she whimpered in his grip. It built inside her, burning through her veins.

“Bite me, Azarian. Feed.” She rolled the width of her hips, bearing down hard against his crotch. The interference of his attire aggravated her angst. She wanted him bare, craved the feel of his flesh against her, in her, filling her. Her heart swelled in her chest, and in the blink of an eye, Lachi lay bare, exposed to her needs and wanton desire. Familiar eyes, dark with desire, met the vampire’s gaze. He recognized the angel beneath the form, wanted Laziel and only him. Yet, he yielded, softening his grip to bring Loz into his arms.

Cautiously, he caressed the surface of her flushed and flawless flesh. The feel of his fingertips gently stroking over her arms, shoulders and throat brought a rolling purr from deep within her throat. It intensified in pitch when Lachi’s thumb trailed over the rapidly beating vein pulsing below the surface of her skin. Loz’s fingers trembled over his unspoiled abdomen. Lightly, she traced over grooves of tightly bunched muscle and circled his angry raised nipples. Lachi hissed when she lowered her mouth and captured one between her teeth and held it there as her tongue teased over the seized stiff flesh.

“Harder, bite down harder, angel. Fuck.” Lachi’s frustrated growl drew her attention and Loz pierced him with a stare he recognized. Her face wavered before him, shimmering in and out between male and female form. Hard hands seized Lachi’s neck and pulled him in for a hard, brutal assault on his lips.