Chapter 19 Malachi
Chapter nineteen
Malachi
I’m going to come in my pants watching Greer ride Remi’s thigh like a rodeo champ, her heavy, round tits bouncing as he holds her throat tight.
It wouldn’t necessarily be bad; something like that doesn’t embarrass me. However, nobody is touching me, not even me. Unless you count the touch of Greer’s knee on my outer thigh and the death grip I have on the seam of my pants—I’m white-knuckling them like I’m about to jump out of a plane.
Except I’m not feeling scared about the jump Remi and I are taking with Greer; I’m fucking thrilled. I was ready to dive in headfirst last night, and I would have had it not been for Sam.
I try not to think of my friend and partner for centuries, about his strange outburst back at the ice skating rink. I’ll find and talk to him about it eventually, but Remi was right that he needed time to cool off.
I’m sure he’s blaming himself for Greer’s injury, and in a way, he is at fault.
Whatever he was thinking at that moment caused his aura to grow strong and potent, expanding to catch her attention.
I’m not surprised she lost her balance. Thankfully, she’s already better—much better given the way she’s riding Remi’s thigh.
Sam’s last words before he stalked off play in my head.
Do whatever you want, Kai. You and Remi both.
But leave me out of it. But we won’t be able to leave him out of it.
And by the way Greer keeps glancing at the door I walked through, I know she’s wondering if he’ll come strolling in much like I did.
Sam may be afraid of whatever he thinks will happen if we don’t follow our usual pattern with the humans that show up here, but no matter what he thinks Greer’s future holds, I’m not afraid.
And Remi clearly isn’t. I take solace in that, because Remi is our leader. If he’s not worried, I’m not going to be, either. I’m going to do what we said we would last night, see where things fall. And right now, I don’t want to focus on anything but the beautiful woman grinding on Remi’s lap.
He’s right when he said she deserves our full focus. And did I mention how fucking beautiful she looks? Moreover, my Princess is…different.
Her aura is changing, I tell Remi mind to mind. Or am I wrong? If I’m noticing, then he will have for sure. His gaze doesn’t leave Greer, but he answers me easily.
Yes, it’s shifting. She’s…thawing.
A spark lights in my chest as I study her. Even I can see a pinkish color that’s glowing around the edges of her shoulders. Given what’s going on, I know it’s attraction and lust, but dare I say she’s happy? The heat in my chest grows, causing my heart to flutter.
I grip my jeans harder and take a long breath to calm my hormone-driven body.
As much as I want to touch Greer, I won’t do anything she doesn’t want.
I’m hoping she’ll change her mind, but I can understand why she only wants me to watch.
Greer has no reason to think that what she experienced last night was anything more than a nightmare.
Having me here now must be a trip for her.
The sound of a muffled slap draws my attention to where Remi has reprimanded Greer against her clothed thigh.
Her pleasurable gasp fills my ears. She likes the spark of pain he caused, just like she enjoyed the idea of Remi laying her over my lap and spanking her.
I don’t know if that will come to fruition while Greer is here, but the image alone has my painfully hard dick aching even harder.
“What did I tell you, love?” Remi asks in a deep rumbling voice that makes my cock pulse. “Keep those eyes open.”
“Yes, Remiel.”
A helpless groan slips out of me. Remi half grins while Greer’s eyes find mine. Her pupils are dilated, yet their color is brighter.
“You’re driving him mad,” Remi notes, the fingers around her delicate throat flexing. “Look at how he has to hold himself back from touching you. I bet his cock is leaking for you—isn’t that right, Malachi?”
Remi is in full Daddy-mode right now, and I love it. He knows what he’s saying is correct. He knows my mind and body as well as I know his—we can play each other like fiddles all night long.
“Yes” is the only word I manage to say. With Greer’s focus on me, her hair wild around her face and cheeks flushed, I do feel like I’m going to lose it soon. I want nothing more than to devour her, to get more of her than a closed-mouthed kiss.
Her pink tongue darts out to wet her lips, and I’m drawn in by the movement.
The rest of her body is rocking in time with her thrusts over Remi’s thigh, the tops of her breasts jiggling.
I’m jealous of Remi in more ways than one.
Not only because he spent time with her today, laughing and having fun, but also because she’s on his lap, topless, and he’s touching her.
He got to taste her sweet mouth and skin, including sucking on her gorgeous tits. Asshole.
He chuckles, and I realize he heard what I thought through our connection. Greer’s attention shifts to him, and Remiel kicks my jealousy up a notch when he tugs her forward, her body molding to his as he takes her mouth in a kiss.
It’s messy and consuming. Their tongues battle and their teeth clack together, while his massive hand grips her throat tighter.
Greer loves it, mewling into his open mouth and thrusting her hips in short bursts over his thigh, parts of her brushing his cock.
I truly don’t know how he hasn’t busted yet; I sure as hell would have.
Remi pulls away before Greer can fully shut her eyes, warning her with his tightened grip and a lift of his eyebrow.
Goddamn, he’s hot—and with Greer, he’s even hotter.
His mouth has marks of her red lipstick on them, and his skin is flushed, not from physical heat but from his desire for her.
Nephilim don’t feel the elements or strain like humans do, but to Greer’s eye, it probably looks as though he’s about to break out in a thin sheen of sweat.
“That’s it; get yourself off on my thigh. I want you to say my name as you come.”
Remi urges her with his palm on her back to work herself harder on his massive quad muscle, lifting his knee slightly so that he puts more pressure on her clit as she undulates her hips back and forth.
She moans loudly, the struggle to keep her eyes open growing more difficult as her pleasure works its way to the peak.
Greer’s chest juts out when she hits a spot that feels good, her head falling back so the tips of her hair brush Remi’s knees.
He supports her with his hand cupping her throat, and my eyes fall to her breasts.
Her dusky-rose nipples are round and pulled tight, begging for me to suck and bite on them.
They bounce in time with her movement, and my knuckles cramp from how hard I’m holding myself back.
Don’t come. Remi’s barking command fills my mind. Save your load for her. I know she’ll want it…eventually.
I agree, and my eyes flash to his, but he’s not looking at me—sadistic jerk. His focus is on Greer’s face alone as her mouth forms the shape of an O.
“Greer,” he says with a playful lilt to his voice. “I can tell you’re close. Let go, and come for us. Show us how good I’m making you feel. How much you like Kai watching you use my thigh like the greedy girl you are.”
“Remiel!” she cries then starts to beg. “Please.”
“Please, what?”
She places one of the hands that had been gripping his shoulder over the fingers holding her neck.
“You want me to choke you, love?”
“Yes—” She moans as he squeezes enough to cut off a bit of air. The next expletive comes out as a half whimper that’s barely there. “God—fuck!”
It’s amusing that she’s calling him God. Remi is probably the closest thing walking the earth to God. Well, him or Sam. I can tell he finds it entertaining, too, by the way his lips lift up at the corner.
“Who, love?” he asks.
“Remiel—oh!” she cries. “Please, I—” Her pleading comes out strained from her lack of breath. “More.”
My eyes water at the way my cock jerks against the placket of my jeans. I like this kind of pleading. It’s much better than the kind I heard her invoke last night when she wanted to leave her past. I decide that this is the only kind of pleading I want to hear from now on.
“Let go, Greer.” Remi’s voice is laced with the kind of dominance only a being like us can have. The pull of it nearly makes me disobey his previous command to me and let go with her.
I keep my focus on the way a drop of sweat trails down Greer’s forehead and how her hands that now grip Remi’s shoulders turn snowy white as she shifts forward and back on his thigh.
“Come, love,” he urges with the cockiness we tend to share. “Scream my name.”
Remi slightly lifts his leg, and the muscles of his forearm strain as he gives her just the right amount of pressure she needs. Her pussy drags over his thigh once…twice…and on the third one, she finally lets herself have what she wants.
She comes on a scream of Remiel’s name, loud enough anyone in a five-mile radius could hear.
The walls echo her cry, and her body jerks as her orgasm overtakes her.
I fully expect her to slump forward or kiss Remi in the hot and messy way she did before.
But as with everything having to do with Greer, shock colors my features when her gray aura expands wide throughout the room, almost like Sam’s had before, out on the ice rink.
Tendrils of energy expand and glow, the outer edges of them tinged with not red or pink but a soft blue that looks like mine and an effervescent white. I’ve seen white before, and I know it means letting go or relief. The blue can mean that, too, but it’s usually peace, empathy, and comfort.
I look at Remi because I have to wonder what he’s seeing. If I can see her aura this vividly, it’s got to be even more so for him with his abilities. His eyes are slightly wide, the green of them greener. It’s as if he’s seeing Greer clearly for the first time.
Remi?
Can you see it? he asks immediately.
Blue and white?
Not white, it’s gold.
Blue and gold? Really?
Yes.
There is only one other being I know who has a gold aura, and that’s Remi.
What does that mean?
Healing. His eyes narrow as he studies Greer, attempting to keep the shock off his face that I feel growing around us.
I want to ask him more about this new development, but that isn’t important right now. Greer is hardly keeping her eyes open, the orgasm and whatever is happening with her aura wringing her dry of energy.
While I’d love to see where else this afternoon could take us, she’s exhausted. I can get my damn dick under control. I care more about her well-being than anything else, not only because I’m part angel and the town put her in our care but also because I’m really starting to like Greer.
She may be a Scrooge, but I understand her more than I think she understands herself. The world was cruel to her, and she did her best to survive in it.
Even without her aura morphing colors, it’s clear to me that she’s changing.
If she woke up the same after our time together, I can bet she’d not be here right now, nor would she have gone skating.
She’d be running around town trying to find an internet connection and yelling at anyone that wouldn’t help her. But she’s not. She’s here, with us.
Healing.
“Greer,” Remiel says, the care in his tone wrapping around my heart like a warm hug.
She smiles at him in a loopy sort of way, like she’s high.
When was the last time this woman had a good orgasm with a partner?
Apparently not recently, because she’s drunk on pleasure, yet we hardly touched her.
I can’t wait to see her after she’s ridden one or more of our cocks.
I can only hope that after she’s had rest that she’ll still want that. Especially with me.
A plan forms in my mind at how to make her more comfortable.
“Rest,” Remi commands, pulling her into him. Greer goes willingly, like her body has lost all of its bones. It’s odd not to see her fight or argue, but she’s already half asleep.
I ignore the painful erection I’m still sporting and grab a blanket from the back of the couch. Her head is now resting on Remi’s shoulder, her eyes closed and breathing starting to even out. I tuck the soft fabric over her, covering her partial nudity.
Before I think about what I’m doing, I lean forward and kiss her forehead. Her skin sets a spark against my lips, and I pull back, my face now close to Remi’s.
He brings a hand up to gently tug on my beard. “Are you alright?” he asks quietly.
“Horny.” I smile at him cheekily. “But good. You?”
He smirks back. “Good.” When he attempts to pull me down for a kiss, I don’t let him. Remi lifts an eyebrow in silent question.
“She needs dinner when she wakes up, so I’m going to put something together and attempt to get Sam to join us.”
His smile falters a bit, and he nods. “Good luck.”
I kiss his forehead before glancing down at Greer once more.
She’s fallen asleep, her aura quieted now.
It’s still gray, but if I squint and focus hard, I can see the threads of gold Remi spoke of weaving in and out like small stitches in sewn-together fabric along with hints of my blue.
I don’t know exactly what it means, but Remi said she’s healing, and that’s the important part.
It will be interesting to see what happens next.