Wicked Angel (3 page)

“Oh...”

A dangerously playful glint flickered in his eyes. “I’m really going to enjoy this, Lana.” The rough sensuality of his voice brought a new rush of wet heat between her thighs.

He brushed the tip of the feather across her mouth before following the same path of his hand. The plume was silky soft yet firm enough to produce light pressure. Her skin erupted in hot shivers under the teasing strokes.

“God...Julien...” Her arms twisted in his grasp and her body writhed under this unexpected assault.

He focused on the most sensitive parts, teasing over and over again...throat, underarms, belly, nipples.
Sweet torture!
She quivered with restless need, her cries pleading for mercy, more, everything.

He moved between her legs, pushed them apart and focused his gaze on her throbbing flesh. A deep purr rose in his throat as he looked up at her. The dark flame in his eyes didn’t intimidate her anymore. She wanted him to devour her.

“Gorgeous pussy, Lana. A deep rose like your mouth.”

The lips of her sex contracted in response, anticipating his touch.

She watched as he reached out and brushed his fingers along the border of her cleft, exploring, teasing so close to her aching center. He circled around her clit, freeing it from its sheath, but just grazing it. An impatient moan escaped her, replaced by a raw gasp when he produced the
feather again and brushed it over her hot flesh. Lana had never experienced anything like it. Unearthly. Decadent.

The tip teased the hairless skin of her outer labia with long, silky-smooth caresses, then swept up to her clit, the swollen bud exposed between his thumb and index finger. One...two...three soft strokes...followed by numerous quick strokes. Her hips bucked as tight pleasure rippled from that spot. When he dipped into the crease of her wet folds, she almost screamed from sheer pleasure but she fought the climax to enjoy that wicked feather a little longer.

Her hand reached up to grasp onto one of the panels of the headboard. Eruptions, like silken shockwaves, tore through her flesh, shattering in her core. This time, she did scream.

His mouth replaced the feather and her flesh, intensely stimulated, quivered in continuous sensation. Lana lifted heavy eyelids and watched. His tongue rotated over her lips in eager circles and flicks, and the occasional tug that made her suck in her breath. His nostrils flared and he uttered something inaudible. Her arousal seeped into his mouth, enhancing the glide of his tongue.

He circled over her clit as he slipped two fingers inside her. Her channel clenched greedily. She fixed her gaze on his sinful mouth as he tugged the folds of her clit upward and lashed the throbbing bud with his tongue. His fingers pumped inside her, increasing the sweet tension in her core.

“Don’t stop...don’t ever stop...”
she mumbled between gasps.

He pushed deeper, curved his fingers up and found her g-spot. Hard, short thrusts. Sensations multiplied, pushing her to the edge.
Meanwhile, his tongue continued its assault.
Flick, flick, flick, swirl, swirl, suck.
Her arms buckled and her fingers tore into the bed sheet. The onslaught of her orgasm began deep inside her, then that little bud shuddered with unbearable pleasure, multiple times. Her cries turned to breathless whimpers as she trembled long after the ebbing climax.

Julien came up on his knees, his sexy mouth wet with her arousal. Finally catching her breath, she raked her gaze over him, her hands itching to explore his chiseled muscles. He touched his heavy cock, its tip beading with pre-cum. Her mouth watered. This angel would be her undoing.

“See how much you turn me on, Lana?”

A low purr unfurled in her throat. “Mmm...I want you, Julien.”

He rose over her and took her mouth in a quick, hard kiss. The taste of her juice on him flamed her arousal. Then he shifted, scooped her breasts into his hands and pulled one aching tip into his mouth with a hungry moan. A cry broke in her throat as she arched into him and plunged her fingers into his dark hair. He sucked her flesh deep into his mouth, rolled his tongue over it, grazed with his teeth. He claimed the other tip, loving it with tongue lashes and nips until she writhed with pleasure.

A predatory gleam flickered in his eyes as he straightened and closed his hands around her ankles. “When I first saw you, several thoughts and feelings hit me. One in particular was how much I wanted to fist my hand in that chestnut mane and take you from behind.”

The next instant, Lana found herself on all fours, the full head of his cock pushing through her folds, the ends of her hair wrapped tightly around his hand. With one thrust, he filled her to the hilt. A frayed sound escaped her and she shut her eyes as a quiver arced through her.
Exquisite.
No other pleasure compared to Julien inside her. On instinct, her buttocks lifted, and with a growl of satisfaction, he smacked one cheek and drove into her with the fierceness of an angel warrior. She expected no less.

Ripples converged and broke apart inside her, snagging her breath then pushing it out with a raw sound. The hard planes of his body pressed into her back as he caught one breast in his hand in a firm squeeze. His tongue laved the area near the pulse of her neck and she cried out at the unexpected bite.

“You’ll bear my mark for several days,” he growled. “No other male will touch you.”

A delicious shiver went through her and he drove the remaining coherent thoughts from her mind. She came apart with his name on her lips and felt him pulse inside her seconds later. In her erotic haze, she sensed her body collapsing, his strong arms tucking her against him.

* * * *

The stroke of his fingers on her arm brought her out of a light sleep. She blinked, looked into the darkness of the room and nuzzled her face into soft feathers.
Mmm...heavenly.
With a start,
she jerked her head up. “Julien, I’m lying on your wing.” Her voice was husky with notes of sleep and sex.

“Shh, it’s fine.”

When she realized it was the injured wing, she made to rise but his arm curved around her waist and pressed her body to his.

“You’re not on the wound. Lie back down,” he urged.

She rested her head back on the thick down and exhaled a content sigh. A gentle breeze stirred the curtain at the window, and she noticed the low ledge through the sheer material.

“Do you fly out of that window?”

“Occasionally, when I don’t feel like going up to the roof.”

She linked her fingers with his. “It must be an incredible feeling, to escape the confines of buildings and soar over them.”

“It is. Would you like to be able to fly, Lana?”

Her heart clenched. “God...so much. I wish I could grow wings...” She bit her lip, surprised at this personal revelation.

His mouth brushed against her shoulder and his hand pressed her closer to him. “It’s a good wish, sweetness.”

His response filled her with an unusual sense of hope. She decided not to analyze it and just smiled at the dark sky beyond the curtain.

A comfortable silence followed. Despite the lack of sleep, Lana felt rested, energized, but...not quite satiated. Her craving for the taste of Julien pumped through her body like a living thing. She feared she’d never be able to get him out of her system. She turned around and pressed her mouth to his, heard the rumble of pleasure in his throat.

She pushed the sheet away as she kissed and caressed her way down his perfectly sculpted body, intent on tasting the essence of his manhood, on pleasuring him. Her palms roamed over the hard expanse of his chest and the rows of corded muscles along his abdomen, felt his flesh clench under her touch. She wrapped her fingers around the hard column of his cock, and lifted her gaze to his.

Her breath hitched at the raw intensity in his eyes. Without breaking eye contact, she flicked her tongue across the bulbous tip. A muscle contracted in his jaw as he exhaled a sharp breath.

“Minx,” he rasped.

She stroked the shaft a few times, felt the swollen vein on the underside, the quick pulse at the root. She marveled at his size and the silky feel of his skin. Her hand cupped the smooth fullness of his balls, kneading gently.

His erection was high, making it easy to moisten the underside with her tongue. When she crested the tip, she pulled him into her mouth, holding his gaze the first two inches.
That’s it, Julien...watch me.
Relaxing her throat, she worked two more inches of him into her mouth, and felt a ripple go through his body. Then she began a slow rhythm with her mouth and her hand while gliding her tongue over his flesh. Pleasure rumbled in his throat.

She felt the rush of blood in his shaft and pumped faster. He was close. Lana rarely welcomed a man’s cum in her mouth, but this was no ordinary man and she would drink his release with pleasure. His hips jerked, thrusting his head to the back of her throat. A few more strokes and he pulsed several times with a hard moan. His warm release coated the inside of her mouth. He tasted of that exotic spice and something sweet. So this was angel cum. She couldn’t help the smile as she lifted her head.

His chest rose and fell quickly as he looked at her like a beast ready to pounce, the corded sinews in his shoulders stretched taut. For a second, Lana feared she’d angered him.

“Touch your pussy, Lana,” he ordered. “Tell me if it’s wet.”

She didn’t need to touch herself to know her state of arousal, but she did anyway and nodded, her body tense with anticipation.

He reached out and pulled her onto her back, ankles hooked over his shoulders. His cock, still rigid, stretched and filled her with one deep plunge. He was almost savage. The force of his thrusts branded her, and she locked eyes with him the whole time, filled her soul with his essence. The last thing she recalled was seeing the glorious span of his wings before she was consumed by pure sensation.

* * * *

Last night while Lana slept, Julien had flown over Central Park to clear his mind. He’d intended to quench his desire for her in three days but only managed to transform it into a fierce need. He’d underestimated the depth of his attraction to her. And her attraction to him. Yes, she’d looked at him with passion but also with tenderness that clenched his heart in sweet pain.

Julien filled the jet tub with warm water as the tension around his mouth increased. He had no right to want her exclusively, yet the mere thought of Lana with another man tore his insides apart. There was more. When he first joined their bodies, he’d been gripped by the intense desire to plant his seed in her...watch her belly grow with his child. The emotion was so unexpected it had struck him with virtually as much force as an Ahkran bolt.

One other female had evoked these distinct emotions. Gabriella. The only angel he’d ever loved. He watched the water swirl around his fingers as an old ache squeezed his heart. She’d been an angel warrior like himself, but better—purer of heart. A fatal Ahkran attack had taken her life thirty years ago. His hand tightened into a painful fist until he realized his nails were cutting into his palm. He turned off the water and began the jets.

He’d kept Lana in his condo for five nights, provided her with new clothes and unlimited access so she could come and go as she pleased. Though she’d only gone out a handful of times for a few hours. This morning would be the last hours together before his out-of-state assignment.

He sensed her walk into the bathroom before her hand stroked one of his wings.

“You’re really insatiable, Julien,” she said with a chuckle.

She was referring to the torrid lovemaking session a few days ago that began in the shower and ended in the tub. He had taken his time stimulating her with the spray jets on a massage setting, aimed mostly at her breasts and her pussy. At the same time, his fingers stroked the folds of her sex and helped bring her to a quick, strong orgasm. She collapsed against him but he gave her little pause. He took her standing up, her body facing the jets. Her slick heat milked his cock as he plunged to the hilt. He experienced a painful longing to possess this woman. Body and soul.

Julien shook himself free of his reverie and felt his erection push against his slacks. He stood and brushed the full curve of her bottom lip with his thumb before tracing the delicate curve of her neck to the rosy mark. His teeth had left several other marks on her lovely body. A jab of guilt poked him. He’d been a bit too rough.

He tugged the silk belt of her robe and pushed the garment from her shoulders. “The bath is just for you, sweetness. To soothe the aches from your body.” He took her in his arms and lowered her into the bubbling water.

The golden-brown eyes dimmed as they beseeched him. “I’m fine. We’ve only got a few hours.”

He’d been meaning to talk to her after her bath but the sadness in her eyes made his heart twist painfully. He unzipped his slacks and kicked them off. When he got into the tub he pulled her body against his, her legs wrapped around him.

He brushed his mouth over hers gently, felt the tremble of her bottom lip. When he pulled back her eyes were moist.

He cupped her face. “Lana, I’m going away for a couple of weeks as I told you, and when I return I want to see you again.”

She drew in a heavy breath and met his gaze. “There’s no point in that, Julien. We both know that we can’t pursue a long-term relationship. I’m human—”

“I know, sweetness. There’s a solution.”

Her hands tightened on his shoulders. “What’s that?”

He glided his hand up to the region between her shoulder blades as a smile curved his mouth. “You’ve always wanted to have wings, right?”

Her brow furrowed. “Yes, but I don’t get what that has to do with...” Her voice trailed off as her eyes widened. “You’re not talking about a transformation are you?”

“That’s my proposal.”

When she made to talk he pressed a finger to her lips. “Don’t respond now. Go home and think about it. Keep the keys to my place and come to me with a decision.”

He felt a tremble go through her as a tear coursed down her cheek. “Julien...I...are you sure?”