Angel's Power (8 page)

She blinked up at him, soft and
beautiful and then her smile bloomed over her face, light and happy. In the
next moment, the moon slid back out from behind the dark cloud and Suriel
touched his lips to hers for the first time as the light sparkled down over
them like glitter.

Chapter Six

His lips felt like velvet. He
kissed her and Ariel had to hold on with all her strength as the energy they
shared danced between them. His body was warm and solid against hers. She
opened to him, helpless and wanting. He deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue
into her mouth. She gasped. He pushed closer, his cock shoving against her hip.
He kissed her until she ran out of air and had to tear herself away, panting.

“God, Ariel. I need you,” he said,
voice low and hot.

She trembled and stepped back,
floating down into the library. One look across the room confirmed it was still
empty. Another look and a tendril of power locked the door. She spread her arms
wide as her wings slid back into her body, leaving her in jeans and a halter.
“Come and get me,” she said, smiling through her arousal. Her skin pricked with
energy and she felt more alive, more in control of herself than she ever had before.

He growled, stepping into the room.
He closed the window, but didn’t pull the drapes shut. Moonlight vied with the
firelight across the hardwood floor. Ariel moved back until her toes touched
the fluffy rug in front of the hearth. Every breath she took felt weighted with
heat. Suriel stared at her, muscled chest flexing as he shifted back to human.
His legacy marks glowed blue and silver along his arms as he popped the button
on his pants. She licked her lips as she stared at his erection. He was so much
bigger than her, but his power and hers was the same. It made her want him so
badly her fingers shook as she tugged at her halter.

Suriel stepped forward, hands going
to the knot around her neck. “Let me,” he breathed, kissing along her jaw as he
undid the tie. He held it in place until he slipped the lower knot around her
back free, too, then drew the silk away, baring her to his gaze for the first
time.

She sucked in a gasp as his hands
circled her ribs, then cupped her breasts, thumbs flicking expertly over her
nipples. She gripped his forearms, pressing his marks into his bones. “God,
Suriel.”

“Not God,” he murmured, lowering
his mouth to her. “Just an angel.” He suckled first one breast, then the other,
until her nipples were wet and pink and tight. Every lick and nip sent heat
through her, like a line of electricity right to her clit. She was already wet
and throbbing, and he hadn’t even really done anything yet. She drew away,
hands fumbling with his pants.

“Ariel,” he gasped as her knuckles
grazed his cock. She smiled at him and deliberately went to her knees. He
swallowed, hard enough that she could see his throat move. She undid the zipper
and peeled his jeans apart. His cock sprang out, thick and dusky. His foreskin
had already drawn back from the tip and she slid a hand around him, playing a
little with the skin. She liked the way he felt.

Suriel locked his knees, groaning.
“What are you doing to me?” he asked.

She bent closer and licked the tip.
The tiny bead of pre-cum at the tip tasted sweet. As soon as she licked it
away, another one welled up. She licked him again, and again, until the entire
crown was red and wet. He shuddered in her hands, but she wouldn’t let him
move. She liked having him under her control.

“You taste good,” she said, in a
voice so raspy she almost didn’t recognize herself.

His face was flushed. “Please,
Ariel,” he begged. His hands floated above her head as if he didn’t want to
touch her, but couldn’t bear not to.

She fed his cock into her mouth,
looking up at him through her eyelashes so she could see his expression. He was
so big it made her jaw ache. She didn’t care. His eyes fluttered and the penis
in her mouth swelled hotter. She swallowed, feeling him push at the back of her
throat. She moved back, sucking hard. He groaned and she grabbed his hands,
threading his fingers into her hair. When she took him back in again, he guided
her, subtly arranging her mouth just as he wanted it.

“Jesus, Ariel. You feel so good,”
he murmured.

Ariel’s body heated up even more.
Her breasts were heavy and tingling. He moved his hips, cock sliding over her
tongue, almost against her will. She liked it. God help her, she loved it. She
sucked him hard, licking over the vein that ran down the underside, then sucked
him again. She put her hands on his hips, feeling the jut of his bones, then
slid them to his ass, cupping him hard as he jerked. His shaft went down her
throat. She controlled her gag reflex, fingers digging into him, and looked up.
His eyes were bright and hot, heavy-lidded. She couldn’t breathe.

He shoved deeper and she swallowed
around him. The lack of air made her pussy ache and she deliberately didn’t
draw away. She waited for him to pull back, fighting her body’s need for air.
She wanted Suriel’s pleasure more than she wanted to breathe. She stared up,
waiting him out.

He fisted her hair, watching her
eyes. When stars began to dance through her vision, he pulled out all at once
and she sucked in great heaving lungfuls of air. “Fuck, Ariel. You’re crazy.”

She flushed.

“And perfect,” he added. He dropped
down to his knees and kissed her before her lungs were completely calm, but she
let him. She let him wrestle her down on her back. She let him wrap her halter
around her wrists and anchor it to the heavy chair she’d been lounging in a
mere few hours earlier. When he undid her jeans and stripped them off her
roughly, she didn’t say a word, not even when he muscled his way between her
legs and bit her mound, hard. The pain made her spine bow.

“Yeah,” he said, laving the tender spot
with his tongue. “You like that. You like pain.” He bit her again, not enough
to draw blood, but enough to bruise. “God, you are beautiful.”

Ariel panted, watching him as he
gripped her legs. She couldn’t move at all. Beneath her skin, the power they shared
whispered all the different ways she could get free, but she ignored it. She
didn’t want freedom. She wanted him to take her under.

Her bit her again, then nibbled
down her labia. When he slapped her ass, she cried out. Heat spread through her
pussy, like fire pulsing through a log.

“Suriel,” she gasped, hands
clenched into fists around the chair leg.

“You want me to stop?” he asked,
eyes dark.

She shook her head. “No. Never.”

He smiled wickedly and slapped her
again. Again, his hand coming closer and closer to her pussy with every blow.
When he finally slapped her most private spot, she convulsed, an unexpected
climax pouring through her. Energy crackled between them and Suriel tightened
his grip on her thighs, watching. She felt him watching her pleasure and it
made everything even more intense. When she finally relaxed, he bent in and
kissed her clit, licking her until the heat began its slow climb through her
body all over again. His tongue was cool, but it didn’t matter. She shoved her
hips at him until he clamped down so that she couldn’t move at all.

“Suriel, please,” she begged. He
grinned at her and abruptly let go, standing away from her. She moaned, kicking
at him. “Come back.” Her entire body felt electrified. Desperate.

“I’m coming, my sweet,” he said,
shoving his jeans off. His erection curved up over his abdomen. When he dropped
back down between her legs, she lifted to meet him, trying to get him exactly
where she wanted.

“Uh-uh,” he admonished, slapping
her thigh. “Stay still.”

“Jesus, Suriel.” She fought him.

He pinched her nipples until she
groaned. The pain felt like pleasure. Her body couldn’t tell the difference
anymore.

“Hold still,” he commanded.

Ariel gritted her teeth and obeyed.
He pinched her nipples again, then pressed his cock against her clit. She
trembled, trying not to move, but it was impossible. Suriel slid a hand under
her ass, lifting her into the air. He was so damn strong. With his other hand,
he dipped into her pussy, sliding her wetness down to her asshole.

“What are you doing?”

“Quiet,” he said.

She writhed and he spanked her,
hard. She gasped, going still. His did it again, hitting her so that she felt
the ache in her bones. It felt good.
I had no idea,
she thought fuzzily.
He slapped her until her ass was hot and then he slid a finger into her anus.
She sucked in a breath as the sensitive nerve endings sent sparks of pleasure
up her spine.

“Yeah, look at you,” he murmured,
bending down to bite a nipple. “So beautiful.”

He lowered her to the carpet and
used his free hand to control his cock as he pushed inside. Ariel let out a
breath. He was huge. She shuddered as he worked his way inside, breath hot
against her breast. The finger in her ass slid in and out in counterpoint to
his harsh struggle to fit inside her body.

“God, so tight,” he muttered.

Ariel clenched the chair leg so
hard her fingers went numb. It was too much. Everything was too much, and then
he slid all the way inside. He looked up, locking eyes with her, and they both
froze as a whisper of power floated up from their skin.

“Dear God,” she said, shocked.

He swallowed and began to move.
With every thrust, the power flowed faster, until they began to glow. She hung
on as Suriel moved, hands finally going to her hips to keep her from flying
away from him as he fucked. He groaned, cock hot and heavy, and she locked her
legs around him. The power tingled. As it grew, it began to burn.

“Ariel,” he said, thrusting faster.
“God help us—” he broke off, eyes flaring.

She stared into his face, trusting
him to keep them safe. Just when she thought she couldn’t stand it anymore, the
power flared one last time and pleasure so deep and intense she felt lost in it
crashed over them. Through them. She stopped breathing, stopped moving, letting
it take her closer to Suriel than she thought possible. She felt his soul touch
hers, two bright lights meeting and melding, and then light and more heat. He
groaned, and she cried out, and then dark fell over them both.

****

When Ariel opened her eyes, she
realized she wasn’t tied up anymore. Or on the floor. She licked her lips,
desperately thirsty. She rolled over into Suriel’s warm back and froze. Over
his shoulder, the cream-colored walls of her bedroom gleamed soothingly in the
moonlight. Her drapes were drawn wide so that she could see the sky. Under her
palms, Suriel stirred.

Ariel rolled the other way, heart
beating frantically. What had she done? She remembered the flight, the
choosing, the sex. She didn’t remember how they’d ended up in her room. She sat
up, reaching for the glass of water on her nightstand. Her hands shook so badly
she couldn’t drink.

“I carried you,” Suriel said, his
voice sleep-slurred. “Come back to bed.” He rolled over and put a hand on her
hip.

Ariel looked down. She was nude.
She glanced at Suriel. So was he. His grey eyes blinked sleepily at her. “I’m
thirsty,” she said, willing her heart to stop hammering. She took a sip of the
water, daring him to say something.

He smiled, surprising her. She
thought he’d order her to lie down.

“May I have some?” he asked
instead.

Ariel blinked. He’d tied her up,
spanked her, and dominated her during sex, but now he was asking her for water?
“Sure.” She held out the glass to him, confused.

He laughed. “Just because I like
rough sex and you like a little sexual dominance doesn’t mean we’re anything
but equal in life, Ariel.” He drank half the glass and handed it back to her.

She frowned at him. “You drank all
my water.” Inside, relief filtered through her body. He wasn’t going to try and
tell her what to do.
Thank God.

“I only drank half. Come back to
bed. You’re nice and warm,” he said, lounging on her pillows.

She shook her head at him and
sipped a little more. “You’re impossible.”

He grinned, boyish and weirdly young
looking. He was always so self-possessed and mature, seeing him like this was a
nice surprise. “I’m chilly,” he wheedled, putting out an arm. “See?
Goosebumps.”

She rolled her eyes, letting
herself relax. “Fine.” She put the glass down and crawled back in, snuggling
against him.

“Hmm, warm,” he murmured, kissing
her head.

She smiled. She felt good. Happy.
Which made the bolt of cold evil that shot through them all the more shocking a
moment later.

Suriel sprang out of the bed, hands
raised. Ariel wasn’t far behind him. The energy flickered through them, even as
another bolt of cold arrowed through their skin.

“What the hell is that? Another
demon?” she asked, squinting through her dark room. Suriel switched on the
bedside lamp. Her room was empty.

“Get dressed,” he said, grabbing
his jeans from the floor.