Redeemed In Shadows (18 page)

“Relax your throat. Calm your mind and just feel me,” the sound of his voice helped her relax as he pushed deeper into her mouth. The girth of him was almost too much. He eased in a few more times gliding slowly in and out of her mouth until he was able to go deeper.

Xee sucked deep for the first time as he pushed forward into her mouth and Gabe hissed, the hand at her neck clenching and unclenching as air was pulled through his teeth.

“That’s it, suck it slow, take me deep.”

This wasn’t so bad, Xee thought as he continued sliding in and out of her mouth. His eyes were open, champagne irises glowing in the dimly lit room. His neck muscles flexing, causing glistening rivulets of sweat to slide down his throat. His chest, dotted with perspiration as he continued guiding her. Feeling bolder, she turned pulling back to dislodge his cock from her mouth, before guiding him back in, this time, using her hands at his hips to pull him forward. Gabe moved the hand from her neck and cupped her jaw, stroking her softly as if he approved of the change. Squeezing her thighs together helped relieve some of the pressure that was building in her clit.

“Faster Blossom. Suck it harder.”

She did.

Xee could feel his body tighten beneath her fingers as she hollowed her cheeks and took more of him. His thighs were shaking and she knew it would only take a few more sucks before he was giving her every last drop of what he had to offer. Both his hands were now in her hair guiding her almost roughly. She could feel him swelling, stretching her lips further. When she would have kept going, Gabe quickly pulled back, her lips making a popping sound as he pulled away from her and bent forward, thrusting his dick into his hand furiously as he roared.

Hot liquid hit her chest and stomach as he emptied himself on her. She didn’t move for fear she’d miss the look on his face. Savage. Beautiful. His mouth open, his eyes screwed tight as he coated her skin. She looked down to where he held himself and tried not to gasp. He was still hard, impossibly hard.

“I’m going to possess you. Mark you in every way a man marks a woman he intends to claim.”

Speechless, she could only stare. Where was Micah when she needed him for a witty comeback? Oh yeah, he was in hiding because she was about to get even dirtier with Angel Boy.

“That’s gonna be kind of hard with you going back to where ever it is you come from.”

The lust that was clouding Gabe’s eyes suddenly cleared and he began shoving his still large shaft back into his pants.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Hale. This shouldn’t have happened.”

Ms. Hale?

Then he was gone. One moment he was there, then the next he disappeared.

Ms. fucking Hale? Since when did they become so formal and why the hell was he being polite after he unloaded on her chest?

“Motherfucker!” Xee screamed.

She was not some throw away. Who the hell did he think he was? Xee stood and stomped into her restroom jumping in the shower to clean off. Fuck no! She was not going to cry, she was going to fuck him up. Big time!

Chapter 14

At least his Angelic powers were coming into play. Acting on instinct had been a huge mistake. One night. They were only supposed to indulge in one night. Instead, he’d left her sullied with his seed, left her on the bed, expectant. She’d wanted more, eager and turned on from sucking his cock. The smell of her still lingered in his nostrils and he could still see her desire glistening on her thighs.

Damn.

He needed to get out. Go off base, have a drink, something. Gabe passed Cyrian in the hall.

Where you off to?”

“Lotus.”

Cyrian stopped. Turned toward Gabe’s retreating back and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I’ll go with you man. I could really use the distraction.”

He shrugged, not caring either way as he made his way over to the elevators.

“Thought you were like Jes’ shadow.”

“No man. Think of me like her ward. I only have her best interest at heart.”

Some of what the demon said was true. Most of it was not. He wasn’t supposed to interfere, but needed Cyrian to understand, just how serious he was.

“I’ll come for you before I come and collect her. She has a purpose; you only serve as a means to an end.”

The demon broker crossed his arms over his chest, his topaz eyes narrowing in irritation.

“My death, when it happens won’t be in your hands. Azrael has my card.”

That was true, but only because his little brother was the collector of dark souls.

“No matter. There’s are ways to get around that.”

“We going, or are we pissing in our respective corners?” Cyrian asked.

Gabe stepped inside the elevator, face front, jaw aching from the smart remark he had on the tip of his tongue. He held it because he really needed a drink and he’d rather not drink alone.

The Lotus was filled with its usual patrons. Vampiris at the blood bar, Lycans, Shifters, Sun demons and even a few Fallen were in various stages of their vice. It wasn’t unheard of for immortals to hang out with others that were not of the same faction. The Lotus was neutral ground. It served the best elder wine and the hottest dancers.

“Welcome to Lotus gentlemen. Tea, wine, or cakes?” The woman asked. She was dressed in a floor length silk jade gown, her silver tipped claws glinting in the light. She asked a good question, all three were equally potent, enough for him to forget his current problem. Xee.

“I’ll have some wine, and for my friend?” He looked over to the other man so that the woman could get his order.

“I’ll take a girl, and your best cake.”

The woman bowed, her green dress see through highlighting thick thighs.

“This way gentlemen.”

Gabe walked through the entrance and felt his muscles tightened from the perfume that clung to the air. He tried relaxing but the further he walked the more his body resisted the urged to forget. The Lotus was a temporary relief. Here anyone could check their memories at the door, but only the freshly made and the deeply rooted, everything in between held no true meaning. Gabe only came here to forget his past sins. Tonight, he wanted to forget a woman. He couldn’t have her, and he didn’t really know if she was what he truly wanted. It could be just as Ann said, the challenge, the chase. Something that he had to work for.

Taking a deep breath, Gabe tried immersing his mind into a forgetful haze, but still his mind lingered on the feel of her lips and the look of wanton inhibition in her hazel eyes. Dammit, he was in trouble. There were five stages in the middle of the room in the shape of a palm. Each finger an extension of a palm where female lotus-eaters enticed their patrons in a seductive dance meant to ease a person’s mind.

There were tables and private booths and Gabe motioned to the hostess that he and Cyrian be seated far away from the stage and in in a private booth.

“I’ll return with your drink, and for you sir,” she looked at Cyrian. “Your food and entertainment.”

Lotus had three top floors and three sub-levels with the entrance being middle ground or as it was aptly named, middle realm. The main floor was child’s play, a mingling ground of sorts, but for those who truly wished to forget, they had six levels to choose from. It was anyone’s guess how bad it would turn out. Gabe himself had never had use for any of the other floors. Once he’d try going to one of the levels of forgetfulness and Aja, the den mother, made it clear that he was never able to forget the thread he’d unraveled. It seemed everyone had been in on his exile at the time, but he knew the den mother had done it for his own good.

“What are we forgetting tonight?” Cyrian asked, bringing Gabe out of his thoughts.

“I need a break. What about you?”

The broker demon sat back on the couch, arms stretched over the back, legs spread and said plainly. “Odessa.”

“Your club?”

“No, the woman. Jesminda’s ancestral grandmother who now sits on the Elder Council.

“Wow, she’s kind of old looking then huh?” Gabe tried to lighten the mood. Cyrian’s love for Odessa was a story most every immortal knew about. Not because it was an epic kind of love, although one could argue that, but because their love almost started a war.

Elder Angles were forbidden to bare children with other immortals. Humans were the exception and okay to procreate with. Not immortals. Humans diluted the bloodlines, immortals strengthen it. Cyrian had loved Odessa from afar when he was still in service on the Warrior Guard, bodyguards to the Elder Angels. They were bound to protect them as they did their time on Earth. It wasn’t because they were vulnerable per se but because they were sought after to be captured and held by those who would deny them their true purpose. There was discord between the Elders and the Elite Council, both council’s feeling they had a say in what went on in the human realm. Both equally as powerful but none smart enough to understand how fickle humans could be. Some followed their destinies, other’s altered their courses, and because the two councils didn’t see eye to eye, they were constantly bickering amongst each other. Elder Angels were powerful beings. They were just shy of limitless strength, which was the only reason they were able to mate with humans. So when Cyrian had professed his love to Odessa, both sides were in an uproar at their developing relationship. At every core there had to be a balance of good and evil. Immortals argued that this was true of even the Elders and the Elite. The real reason was because of a long ago prophecy that told of a coming of a child with limitless powers that would tip the scales an ultimately destroy any and everything in its path. A child like that was not meant to be born and everyone agreed was equally dangerous. A child that could be used for either side, good or evil. None were willing to take that chance and rules were put in place to ensure it never happened. Faith wasn’t that child, Gabe knew it, and so did the Elder council. She’d been conceived when Jes was still human. It was Jes’ unborn son that was the real problem and Gabe knew that if the Elder Council didn’t step in, the Elite would. But because Odessa was her ancestor and part of the Elder council, he knew she’d been chosen to come up with a solution to their problem.

It sucked, truly sucked, but there was nothing he could do.

“You know the rules Cy. Why are you still bleeding your heart over this woman? If memory serves me, and I have a long one, Odessa won’t even show herself to you.”

“Love does not end. Not real love but you’re right. I know the rules and the rules suck ass. I understand why they can’t be bent or broken.” The demon dipped his head low. “Woe is me as the humans say.”

Right at that moment when conversation would have grown serious, a woman walked up scantily clad with a tray of Elder wine and cakes.

“For you,” she bent setting the tray on the table and pouring Gabe’s drink. Then she turned to Cyrian and took a piece of cake into her hands, straddled his lap and said, “this is for you.” she placed the cake into her mouth, bent forward clutching his neck and fed him the sweet with her mouth.

Gabe took a sip of his win enjoying the buzz that immediately followed. His vision became hazy and the sounds of the club penetrated his senses. The music was deep and sexy. Muffled sounds of pleasure could be heard all around him, Cyrian was busy devouring cake and female at the same time as her moans of pleasure drifted into the club.

As much as he wanted to forget Xee, needed to be washed free of her, he couldn’t. She plagued him still, even after he’d emptied the bottle. He stood, pissed that she was still fresh on his mind and made his way over to the center stage where a petite brunette was dancing. He found an empty seat, a love seat at that. Didn’t you have to be in love to sit in a love seat? Whatever, he didn’t care, it was the brunette’s on stage job to please him, take away the memories of the woman that he would never have. A woman that maybe he was starting to fall for.

Fall for?

Not possible. He was leaving in less than a week. Time was too short to feel so strong for a woman he barely knew. Shit! The wine wasn’t working. He was supposed to be Xee free, not bombarded with images of her face, her body, and her smell.

“Hey there, Angel boy,” the woman said seductively.

“Don’t call me that.”

Only
she
could call him that. That was her name for him and he wasn’t going to allow another woman to call him that ever.

“What should I call you sexy?”

He ignored her question, but still beckoned her forward. He took another sip of what was left in his cup and soon the buzz grew warmer, the female helping him finish what was left in his cup by tipping it higher into his mouth. When the cup was empty, he replaced it with her lips.

The best way to forget was to try something new.

Chapter 15

“Am I the only one that thinks Aunt Cleo is bat shit crazy?” Royce whispered as they walked down the barren halls of the Egyptian Shadow Unit’s base. Having a sit down meal with Cleo and her consort Alexander had been a trip and a half. Bells hadn’t seem to mind. Cleo had been overly ecstatic about Bells being pregnant. Her aunt was way too touchy feely for his own peace of mind.
“She’s harmless baby.” Bells said hugging him from behind. Royce wasn’t sure they’d all been at the same dinner. Cleopatra practically eye-fucked all the men at her table. The woman was touched in the head or appeared to be.

“No, I was at the same dinner. The woman is whacked,” Ronin said.

Sam grunted. They were headed over to the temple by personal escort and normally Royce wouldn’t complain, but there was something really wrong with this entire mission. It had been sketchy since taking the driver’s head. Quiet rage simmered in the empty hallways, and because he was unable to get a bead on any one conversation his mind was shit.

“What time will out escort be here,” Sam asked as they reached the back entrance. The Lycan was also on edge; Royce could sense it and liked the other man better because of it.

“Soon I hope. It’s hot as hell out here.”

The sun was still high and they were waiting on the banks of the Nile. They were travelling by Egyptian River barge, complete with servants, thanks to whacked out aunty Cleo.