Chapter Sixteen
Chapter
Sixteen
Hawkyn was going to do this. He was going to fucking
do this. Sex with his first female in centuries. He was going to break all the
damned Memitim rules, and he was going to do it well.
And he was going to do it with the amazing female standing
in front of him. A female who had every right to hate him for his role in
protecting the violent murderer who was hunting her. Hell, he was starting to
hate himself.
Her hands gripped his waist, and the self-loathing drained
away, replaced by a searing need he hadn’t felt in a long time. No, he’d never
felt this, the driving desire to be with someone not as a temporary escape, but
as an all-in experience. What happened between them might not be the first step
to forever, but as a Memitim, he couldn’t have that with anyone but another
angel anyway.
The sudden idea that he would mate with an angel one day
jolted him. He’d assumed he’d pass all his Memitim tests, do his job on Earth
admirably, and join the Council before settling down with a female. But as
Aurora’s lips nibbled his jaw and her hands caressed the sensitive skin on his
back where his wings had once been, all he could think about was being with
her.
He didn’t even care if she could ease his pain. It didn’t
matter. He’d spent his entire Memitim life taking care of others, others who
didn’t deserve it. Every scumbag he guarded ate a bit of his soul, and it was
high time he did something life-affirming for himself.
See, this was the kind of thing he’d change if he made it
onto the Memitim Council.
Except that he knew damned well that wasn’t going to happen
anymore, and the feeling of loss in the space where his wings should be made
that achingly clear.
“No,” he gasped, breaking away from her.
He stumbled backward, knocking over the TV tray in the
corner and sending it crashing to the floor. His vodka bottle shattered,
spraying alcohol everywhere.
“Hey,” Aurora said, alarm flickering in the depths of her
ocean-blue eyes. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
No, he wasn’t. He was a fucking head case. “Yeah,” he
breathed. “Yeah. Sorry. I’m just... It’s been a long time.”
“For me too,” she said quietly.
“How long?”
“A few years. You?”
He snorted. “A few centuries.” A few long
centuries.
“Seriously?” She moved toward him, her full breasts bouncing
tantalizingly with each step. “Wow.”
“We have to take a vow of celibacy.”
“Damn,” she breathed, stopping in her tracks. “Then we can’t
do this.”
“The hell we can’t. I just have to
get out of my own head.”
“You’re worried about the punishment, aren’t you?”
He snorted again. “I don’t give a shit about it. I’m sick of
the damned rules. I’m sick of the bullshit.”
“Then what is it?”
“You know what?” he asked as he closed the distance between
them. “It’s nothing. It’s absolutely nothing.”
Because fuck it. The moment he’d flashed into the dark
parking lot and interfered in Aurora’s abduction, he’d known on some level that
he was tempting fate. He’d told himself he was cool with guarding evil people,
but now he could admit to himself that over the years a hairline fracture had
formed in the compartment where he’d kept his indifference.
And when he’d seen Aurora, that fracture had led to a
complete shatter, just like that vodka bottle on the floor.
She moaned as he covered her mouth with his and walked her
backward until she bumped against the wide stone window ledge. He hadn’t done
this in a long, long time, but sex didn’t have a steep learning curve and he’d always been a self-starter.
Still kissing her, he cupped her breasts, circling her
nipples with his thumbs. She gasped in response, arching into his touch and
thrusting her pelvis against his aching erection.
“We’re not naked enough,” she whispered against his lips,
and he agreed.
His breath came faster as he dropped one hand to her
waistband and ripped her jeans open. Her fingers fumbled with his fly until the
buttons popped and his cock, swollen and stiff, sprung into her waiting grip.
He nearly came right then and there. “Easy, there, little
Wytch,” he croaked. “My fuse has been on a slow burn for hundreds of years.
Won’t take much to set me off—”
Suddenly, she dropped to her knees, shoved his jeans down to
his thighs and swallowed him. Just swallowed him whole. The tip of his cock hit
the back of her throat and he yelled out in sheer,
electric pleasure.
“What are you doing?” he rasped as she flicked her tongue
back and forth over his shaft.
She sucked upward hard, and his erection came free of her
hot mouth with a soft pop. “I’m taking the edge off. Besides, you need at least
two orgasms for the full effect of my magic to work.”
“Seriously?” Not that he was going to argue with that.
“No.” She graced him with a flirty, wicked smile that suited
her. “I just want to know what an angel tastes like when he comes.”
He’d have laughed if he wasn’t on the verge of giving her
what she wanted. As it was, he had to bite his tongue, concentrating on the
pain rather than the pleasure of her fingers as they caressed his sac. She
lowered her mouth to him again, her tongue flicking over the head of his cock.
Adrenaline surged through him, spiking his desire as his
balls tightened and a tingle spread through his shaft. He was close, so close
his legs were rubber and he had to throw out a hand to catch himself on the wall so he didn’t collapse on top of Aurora.
He dared not look down at the erotic sight of her sucking
him. Instead he closed his eyes and concentrated on
the feel of her wet mouth sliding up and down. Of her tongue circling his
mushroom head. Of her lips nibbling his balls while her fingers stroked the
shockingly sensitive skin just behind them.
And when she increased the pressure, her fingers massaging,
kneading, squeezing, a vibration unlike anything he’d ever experienced shot
through him like a strike of erotic lightning—and that was when she took him to
Heaven.
Screw the rules. He didn’t need to Ascend to get what he
needed. Or what he wanted.
He drowned in bliss, pumping his hips as she pumped with her
fist, and holy hell, Aurora was, for him, the pinnacle of Heaven.
In Aurora’s experience, when a guy came, he needed a
minute to recover. More than a minute, actually.
So she was shocked as hell when,
just moments after his powerful orgasm that overloaded her senses with the
blast of energy, he withdrew from her mouth, hauled her to her feet, and tore
her pants off like they were made of tissue paper.
His emotions filtered through her, his anger and pain
converting to positive power much faster than had ever happened in the past.
Usually the negativity lingered, sometimes for days, but like everything else
about Hawkyn, his energy was unique. Addictive. She wanted more.
“That was incredible,” he growled as he tossed aside the
shredded jeans, leaving her only in aqua panties with lovely black lace—that
Hawkyn bit through with his fangs.
She shivered, despite the fiery need flowing through her
veins, consuming her as it built into an inferno she was sure would scorch them both.
His big hands palmed her thighs, spread them as he eased her
back onto the windowsill. His emerald eyes glowed with erotic light as he took
her in. Was he going to... Yessss.
His tongue speared her center, stabbing deep before he
dragged it up, licking her swollen, sensitive tissues. She cried out, his name
carrying through the small space, and she felt him smile against her core.
“I don’t have any experience with this,” he said in a raw,
ragged voice, his hot breath tickling the skin of her inner thigh, “but I learn
fast.”
Which he proved by latching on to her clit and drawing on it
gently, using her moans and panting breaths as a guide. A finger penetrated
her, pumping and flicking, and she had to bite down on the heel of her palm to
keep from screaming in ecstasy.
The orgasm hit her like a sudden tempest, tearing her world
apart before it all came together again with Hawkyn climbing up her body and
settling himself between her legs as she sat on the stone ledge.
When had he taken off his pants?
Not that she cared about details like that. Not when he was
staring down at her with half-lidded, possessive eyes that burned with male
need. God, when he looked at her like that, he could have anything he wanted.
Anything. Anything except... ”Wait,”
she breathed. “Protection.”
“Memitim aren’t fertile.” The tip of his shaft prodded her
entrance, but he hesitated, waiting for permission. “Not until we Ascend.”
“Okay, then.” She leaned back against the thick, opaque
glass in the window and spread her legs wider. “That’s exactly what I wanted to
hear.”
“Damn,” he breathed as he pushed inside her. “You’re so
beautiful. So perfect.”
No, what was perfect was the way he was so careful with her.
His erection slid inside her slowly, stretching her exquisitely as he watched
her, his gaze roaming her expression for every reaction.
When he was fully seated, he framed her face in his hands,
holding her for his kiss. She took it eagerly, slipping her tongue between his
lips as he started to move against her. In seconds, the kiss flared hot and
urgent, and a rumble of approval rattled deep in his chest.
His tongue slid against hers, stroking and thrusting, the
tempo matching the rocking of his hips. Tension mounted between her legs as she
locked her thighs around his waist, holding him where she needed him to be.
This was perfect. So perfect. Like everything about him. She
slid her palms up from his waist to his perfectly healed back, charting the
hills and valleys of his muscles, the heavy bone structure, the ropey tendons.
This was her playground, and as he took her higher with every thrust, she used
her fingers to knead all the pleasure points within her reach, loving how he
gasped when she dug deep.
As a masseuse, she knew the benefits of massage. But as a
Wytch, with sex demon ancestors, she also had unique knowledge that allowed her
to access erogenous zones most people didn’t even know they had.
She used that knowledge now with precision and skill, loving
how, when she knuckled a spot between his third and fourth rib, he moaned. Or
when she used two fingers on a pressure point in the ridge of his shoulder, his
entire body spasmed, his head falling back in a vision of male ecstasy.
“You’re killing me,” he whispered. “Fuck, you’re amazing.”
Abruptly, he swept her up and, still sheathed inside her, he
carried her over to the bed. His strength as he
lowered her left her in awe.
Panting with desperate need, she pulled him down so they
were chest to chest, her legs wrapped around his waist in a hold she wouldn’t
let him break anytime soon.
She’d had sex before, obviously, and her succubus nature had
been all about the pleasure for a purpose. Sex and magic were a release. But
what she was doing with Hawkyn had gone beyond that. It might have started as a way to help him get rid of the negativity and pain that
weighed him down, but now it was about being with him. About giving him a piece
of herself.
She’d never done that before.
He rocked against her, plunging deep before driving a series
of rapid, short strokes into her clenched core. His thick shaft rubbed her in
just the right places as she arched into him, taking
him as fast, as hard, as deep as he could go.
Her fingernails scored his back as he rotated his hips, and
she couldn’t stop looking at his face, at the sweat glistening on his brow, at
his jaw clenched in the most male of ecstasies, at his lips that had given her
so much pleasure parted for his labored breaths.
At this moment, he seemed to be both angel and demon,
because what he was doing to her was nothing short of evil, but he was so
damned good at it.
“Now,” she whispered as she bucked against him. “Please...”
As if he’d been waiting for permission, he lunged, his
pelvis slamming into her so hard she slid up the mattress and bumped her head
against the headboard. The thing began to bang on the wall, but if it bothered
him, it didn’t show.
He pounded into her, showing no
mercy, but she didn’t want it. She wanted all of him. All of
that lovely power and all of that immense strength.
“Yes,” she cried. “Right...there.”
He jerked, his body going taut as he roared in release. Hot
splashes of semen warmed her from the inside and triggered her own climax. Her
body seized, wracked by waves of pleasure so intense
she thought she might pass out. She struggled to focus,
to stay conscious so she didn’t lose a single second of the ecstasy that was
utterly shattering. Life-altering.
Good...God.
Hawkyn’s heavy weight came down on her, and she welcomed it.
It might be the only thing keeping her from floating away on a cloud of bliss.
Again, the emotional transfer of negativity sifted through
her, individual threads of anger and sadness that made sense, given the fight
with his father, the torture at the hands of his brothers, and the conflict he
felt over choosing her safety over his duty to his Primori. She inhaled,
counting through a breathing exercise that helped convert negative emotions to
positive energy, and within moments, peace surrounded her in a cocoon of
warmth.
“This feels so right,” he murmured roughly, one hand
stroking her hair as he lay on top of her. “I should be regretting this right
now. I should be laden with guilt and wondering what the Memitim Council is
going to do to me, but I honestly just don’t care.”
“See? I absorbed all that negative energy and pain—” She
broke off as what he’d just said sunk in, and alarm shot through her. “Wait.
What they’re going to do to you? What do you mean?”
Smiling, he shifted but tucked her against him so they were
one big side-by-side tangle on the bed. “It’s nothing you need to worry about.
Whatever happens, it’s mine to deal with.”
That wasn’t fair, but the mind-blowing sex and the events of
the last few days had caught up with her, and all she wanted was a chance to
rest in the strong arms of an angel. Just for a little while.
They could deal with all the other shit later.
And something told her there was going to be a lot of it.