Crimson Reign (38 page)

Laziel’s melodic whimper slid into Lachi’s mouth as his tongue delved deep and jostled against Lachi’s fangs in a dual of fevered need. Lachi’s hands traversed his angel’s back and ground the swell of his pulsating cock against the soft wetted folds of the female’s sex.

“LAZIEL. FUCK! I can’t do this…I need you. I can’t, won’t.” The air rippled, and once again Laziel’s face faded. Loz stared back, eyes wide, lips parted. Her hands gripped Lachi’s hair and her full mouth descended to claim Lachi’s lips. Her hips alternated between slow indolent rolls and hard fast thrusts as she worked her swollen labia over Lachi’s engorged cock. The feel of him against her felt like nothing on Earth. Silky smooth flesh, hard and long moved beneath her folds and pulsed against her clit as the angel gripped him with her thighs and shuddered.

“Please,” she whispered and rose up before him. Lips surrounded her budded nipples and she screamed at the intensity as Lachi’s fangs grazed over the erogenous buds. He pulled at them with razor sharp teeth and sent pools of hot secreted dew rushing from her clenching core. Spine arched, Loz bowed back in Lachi's arms, gifting him with a wondrous view of all her feminine beauty. High full and heavy breasts, voluptuously rounded hips, a soft smooth stomach that trailed down to the most angelic sweet scent. Her body swayed as though she were dancing to the rhythm of Lachi’s thundering heartbeat. Teasingly, her body rocked and swayed, lifted and rolled. The male beneath her growled, and she lowered her seductive gaze to draw him into her web. The moment the heat of his cock speared her, she engulfed him.

Inner muscles clamped around Lachi’s girth and fitted around him as she rocked. She lifted and fell, taking him deep inside her with a fluid stroke of friction that sent shivers through her every nerve. The glory of it drew forth the archaic expanse of black shimmering wings. Her hips rocked as Lachi thrust deep within her core, grunting with exertion as he filled her, held her, branded her flesh with his searing phallus. Loz spread her thighs wide and succulence dripped from her core to coat the thick length of Lachi’s pistoning shaft in the scent of celestial need.

“Yes. Oh please, Azarian, don’t stop. Don’t you dare ever stop.” The inflection in the angel’s voice deviated between the soft alluring purr and the more masculine resonating growl. The celestial shuddered, shifting between forms, savaging Lachi with intense longing and carnal need, and then switching to a more loving seductive torture that the angel knew would leave Lachi aggravated and confused. But still, against his every impulse to pull away from the female form, the vampire continued to bequeath his touch, his driving hips and his cock to his coveting angel as Loz fed her insatiable craving for Lachi’s heart.

Love me. Creator, please love me, just once so that a small part of your heart will live on inside of me. Laziel’s years of mindless longing filled the chasm of the angel’s heart to echo through the once barren chamber. I love you. Why won’t you see that? All I’ve ever been, is yours.

Outside the enclave, thunder boomed and lightening speared through the night sky as the heat in the room swam to dizzying heights. Illuminating light engulfed their euphoric forms. Ecstasy, in all its purist forms erupted within her as the angel writhed; it seared through her, enflaming her core. Lachi trembled beneath her and his head reared back when the light touch of wings encased them together, fusing them as one. Fangs descended and Loz screamed as he penetrated her core with his cock and the thrumming vein that beat in her neck with his fangs. Juices ran slick from her core as her inner walls constricted around Lachi’s shaft. She milked him, fucked him, loved him, and needed him inside her, filling her up with pulse after pulse of rich creamed life. His cock delved within the deepest part of her channel to send fissures of light throughout her form.

She writhed, clenching around him until he thrust into her one last time. The force of his climax filled her, stretched her every sense until she screamed out his name. Lachi collapsed beneath her to lay silent and spent. His rough, large hands cupped the globes of her ass and brought her down onto his chest. His cock twitched inside her as she moved, yet her core refused to release him. Lachi laughed, deep from within his chest. Genuine and rich, the joyful sound was the ultimate gift. It moved her, shattered her last shard of passionate reserve. Why won’t he ever just love me?

Ruby tears fell from eyes that held the epitome of sorrow and crashed to the floor. Loz was blinded, weakened by the undeniable realization that Lachi would never be willing to demonstrate his love in the way the angel so devoutly craved. The angel was truly forsaken.

Silence ensued as she lay against Lachi's heavily breathing form. His hands held her tight, one pressed firmly along the line of her spine, the other buried in the long waves of her hair. When Lachi moved to gently turn on his side, he held Loz against him and buried his face into her neck.

“Want you back, angel mine. I need my male.” He spoke in that deep soft Italian accent that sent a soft pulse rippling through her. When no agonizing pain clenched her core, she relaxed back against Lachi’s wide chest and sighed in relief. Whatever it was that had besieged her body seemed to have passed. All that remained was the feeling of being warmed by the vampire’s eager thrusts and the sensation of being full.

The angel’s eyes grew heavy and a pained smile marred her face. “Soon, Azarian, just for now, let me have this time with you.”

He pulled her in even tighter against the width of his chest, and she surrendered to the male’s incredible heat and strength as he ran his nose, fangs, and then his tongue delicately over the vein in her neck. Tenderly, he kissed over the sluggish pulse and growled before succumbing to the draw of a deep and restful sleep.

A sense of peace washed over Loz’s mind, and she bathed in the serenity of its comforting reverie. She’d change soon, give Lachi back the male form of his guardian angel and bury the glow of love that emanated from their body every time the male called Laziel’s name. Closing her eyes to the world around them, she breathed in Lachi’s amorous scent and smiled as she drank in the aroma of its addictive allure. Sadly, she used its compulsive attraction to pull Laziel back to the surface.

Intense light filled the room, and she readied herself for the onslaught of change. The light grew brighter and shrouded the angel in a haze of swirling mist that ebbed over her female form. It provided an effective barrier between her and Laziel. Loz bolted upright, eyes wide and shaking with fear. Laziel’s voice screamed in her head as the vision of him falling into a void of perpetual darkness and pain filled her vision. His angry cries for the vampire sleeping beside her were filled with fear, misery and pain. Loz stretched out her arms, envisioning catching the masculine form, but the glow of celestial light that surrounded her tore them apart.

Panic stricken, Loz flew from the bed and poured all of her energy into bringing Laziel back into his rightful form. Sweat drenched and panting, Loz visibly shook from her efforts but to avail. Pain blossomed inside her again and she whimpered against such an unfamiliar touch. The ache in her heart grew; it personified Laziel’s need to be free. He was still there, lost to the feminine form, but not to her mind and heart.

Why? Why couldn’t she change? As the ache in her heart became intolerable, Loz focused her sights on Lachi’s sleeping form. There would be no appeasing him, no satiating his hunger for pain and release. Laziel was lost, struggling to fight the inner imprisonment of its masculine form. Lachi would never understand.

Tears dropped to litter the floor in rubies, she never wanted this. Laziel had to come back, had to…

A pulse of energy stopped the angel dead in her tracks. Her hands instinctively drifted to the point where it thrummed. Her knees went weak, and the ground shifted beneath her when another soft thrum started a gentle tattoo from the succor of her womb.

“Laziel?” She whispered questioningly as her long slender fingers stroked over her midriff. The gentle beat sent butterflies drifting through Loz. Her eyes shimmered as the dawning occurred. Laziel couldn’t come back, couldn’t take his male form, because to do so would destroy what had been created between the angel and the vampire. Life, irrevocable and undeniably unique had been created between the two of them. Shock turned to elation, and Loz reached out to wake the sleeping King.

Laziel,” Lachi murmured in his sleep.

Loz stood and stared down upon the male they both loved with all their heart. “I have loved you many lifetimes, Malachi Azarian Denali. I wish I could bring back your male, but your seed now grows inside of me, a life that’s part of you and Laziel. I’m sorry you will never understand the depth of what his love means.”

Loz laid a single kiss to the vampire’s lips and closed her eyes against the fall of tears. He’d never be able to face this form every day; he’ll think you’ve tricked him. It’s better this way. The angel rebuked herself. There was no time for a mental pity party. She’d deal with Lachi and what was to come, but first she needed to leave. Let the vampire’s witness their King had intentions of being mated.

She needed time alone, the boudoir, an apartment, anywhere, just somewhere quiet and away from his scent. Even as dawn approached, she yearned to touch him, kiss him, and love him. Laziel was returned, stunned but resigned. The male’s ache for his vampire was unrelenting; an intolerable cruelty that Loz would have to bear until the fruit of their creation joined them together once more. Loz dressed quickly desperate for time alone before having to explain to Lachi why Laziel couldn’t reform. Distance would help her think of the best way to explain it.

Maybe he’d understand. Maybe Lachi would be content to have her there as a decoy. They could be mated, in view of the whole Elder’s court in a lavish ceremony. And, maybe he’ll lock your ass away for the duration until he has Laziel back as his whipping boy.

“Creator help me, please. Tell me what to do for him.” Loz voiced before she looked back at the stunning form of the vampire. She clicked the door shut, separating herself from the vampire they loved. Loz played the part, making sure Saul and the rest of the guards were all on duty. “Protect him with your life, Saul.”

She gave none of her usual banter as she made her way down through the enclave, past the Elder’s court and through the small gathering of younger vampires heading inside and out of sight from dawn’s burning call.

Lost to her thoughts, she paid no heed to the driver or the limousine. A sudden blast of pain exploded in her head and she knew she was in deep shit. Unable to change without losing the life growing inside her and trapped in the guise of the King’s courtesan, she was in a no win situation of deplorable depths. Change and lose your young while alerting the Elders that their King leads a treasonous life. Or, stay as you are, keep Lachi and your unborn safe and protect yourself the best way you can from your captor’s plans.

“I’ve been waiting such a long time to do that, Ms. Lorenza, or should I call you Loz?” The world went topsy turvy as she was lifted and shoved into the car. Another bolt of pain crashed against her temporal lobe like a sledge hammer. Loz felt the veil of darkness shifting around her, yet she refused to succumb. Not relishing the feel of yet another blow, she faked unconsciousness and slumped against the seat.

“Fucking females, they’re all the same. Weak, despicable creatures. Good for nothing more than hosts for carrying on the bloodlines.”

There was no denying that voice. They should have suspected Darklon’s irrationality had seriously overstepped even the bounds of what the Creator deemed forgivable. And Gabriel, the human had sworn an oath to the pontiff, yet he’d allied himself to Darklon. The bastards were going to pay with their lives, but first she had to survive the abduction. Loz moved slightly and groaned. A fist to her face quickly silenced her. She was scared, terrified that the life now growing inside her would never know the joy of its father’s strong arms.

“Lachi,” she whispered.

“Your blood whore can’t help you now, unless he grows a pair of balls and faces me himself. And, we both know that angel he keeps on his leash won’t let him. So, I thought to myself…what’s the next best thing I could take away from him that would get him where it hurts?” Darklon scoffed.

“Did you know, Darklon has already turned the human male Malachi secretly loved…and now, we have you. The mighty Malachi Denali is going down hard baby.” Gabrielle’s gloating words pierced her heart.

A sharp sting speared the skin of her neck, and this time the darkness that danced in the shadows washed over her senses and dragged her down into her own personal vision of hell. The male he secretly loved…Darklon knew, as did Laziel, there was only one male the King ever showed love for…Vischeral Bourne.

Glad of the silence, and lost to the darkness enveloping her senses, Loz refused to feel the hurt of Gabrielle’s words. It would do her no kindness to dwell on the visions of Lachi’s lost love. All she could hope for was an early escape from the clutches of this maniac. Once free, she’d hide until the birth, and then call on Arial to deliver the newborn to its father. After the birth, Laziel would be free to retake the male form and ascend back to his place alongside the Creator where hopefully one day his heart would find peace from the torturous angst of unrequited love.

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CHAPTER TWENTY

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ANCHORAGE ALASKA

A week after his arrival, Copi sat in his living room, running a hand through tousled hair. He’d been through every fucking case file ad nausam and nothing added up. To top it off, Vischeral fucking Bourne decided to take a mini vacation two nights after his arrival. Bastard. According to the desk jockeys, the mountain of muscle had never vacayed a day, or night, in his whole tenure. So why the fuck go now? The Chief had pitched one hell of a fit, but had been unable to threaten, coerce or beg Bourne back to the station. The separation did little to alleviate the dreams that had only grown worse since he’d spied his new partner at the station.