by L-J Baker
"Aivah," Luc said walking up to her and putting one arm around her shoulder. "Why don't we go talk somewhere quieter."
She gave him a strange look, probably wondering how he knew her name, or why he was being so friendly. It didn't matter. She let him lead her down the hall to his office. Once inside, he sat her down on the couch and took the seat next to her.
"What's wrong?" Luc hoped she wouldn't know what he'd been up to, or what his plans for her were. Oz didn't seem concerned with it, so he assumed it would be fine. Mages didn't talk about their powers. Luc knew it had something to do with magic and spells, but they had some natural powers, too. Maybe they varied, even he didn't know. All he knew was that they were less powerful in the morning, and that they were stronger than they looked.
"Where is Cupid?" She strained to make her voice loud.
"He's held up for the night. You'll see him tomorrow. Is there something you need? Maybe I can help?" Luc smiled at her, the way he would with a woman he was trying to pick up. She glared at him and made a small growl sound.
"I do not believe you." She huffed and clamped her lips together.
It was kind of adorable.
"Well," Luc said, going over to the corner to pour them both a drink. "I'm not sure what I can do about that. Tomorrow, you'll see."
Technically, he hadn't lied to her. Not that he would feel bad about it. She was on the enemy's side, after all. He wasn't sure what her motivation for working for Michael was. Maybe there was something she needed, too. Maybe he was blackmailing her. Or maybe she just liked to be on the wrong side.
It was also possible that she believed the misguided rumors about Luc and thought Michael was the good guy. It wouldn't be the first time and it certainly wouldn't be the last. Part of him wanted to tell her the whole truth, including the part about Michael trying to destroy the world. Maybe she would change sides. Or maybe she would use her magic to get the hell out of there before he could slap those cuffs on her.
She was little, but Luc knew better than to underestimate her.
"You don't like me very much, do you?" Luc asked, handing her a glass.
She accepted, but made no move to drink. "I do not even know you." Her voice was back to its usual mouse-like level.
Luc leaned against his desk and took a sip of his drink. "Well, why don't you get to know me, then?"
She scrunched her face up and narrowed her eyes. "I would like you to call Cupid so I may speak to him."
"That's not possible."
"Why not?"
"He can't get calls where he is." Again, not a lie. Luc went back over to the couch and sat down. It wasn't a big couch, so his leg bumped against hers. She glared at it, as if she might be able to set it on fire with her eyes. Luckily, that didn't happen.
"I…" she stopped speaking and huffed, then took a sip off her drink. She made a face, like it was something she'd never tried, and certainly didn't like it.
"Would you like something different?" Luc reached for her glass, but she pulled it back.
"This is fine." She gripped the glass tight, but didn't take another sip.
"Aivah, I want to—"
"How do you know my name?"
"Cupid may have—"
"No. He did not tell you my name."
Well that's what he got for trying to lie.
"I'm the devil dear, I have ways of knowing things."
She looked at him with a hard stare for a long moment, then downed the rest of her drink. Before Luc knew what was happening, she'd lunged on top of him and wrapped her small hand around his throat. She didn't need strength to squeeze against it. She used magic, making him unable to speak.
It wasn't painful, more irritating, but Luc let her think that he couldn't get her off if he really wanted to. It might have taken a bit of effort, but he was sure he could manage it.
"You will tell me where he is." Wisps of brown hair fell into her eyes and her breathing came in short, quick pants. She smelled good, almost too good. As strange as it might be, he found he didn't hate her straddled on top of him nearly as much as he should have.
She looked at him, switching from his eyes to his mouth, waiting for him to give her answers. Instead, he smiled, which pissed her off. She made some sort of scream, that he almost mistook for a sneeze. He knew he shouldn't make her mad, but he couldn't help it. She was sexy when she was angry, and as much as he could rationalize that she was on the enemy's side, he hadn't had sex in weeks.
There was only so much the devil could take.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Rather than answer, Luc placed his hands on her hips and adjusted her, allowing her to feel his slight arousal. Her eyes opened wide, so wide it made her look like a doll. He'd never had sex with a mage before, and he shouldn't now, but he had to admit, he was thinking about it.
She loosened her hold on his throat, but didn't get off. Instead, she studied his face, as if she was seeing him for the first time. Luc's jacket hung over the side of the couch. In the pocket, were the cuffs. If he was fast, he could grab them and maybe get them on her wrists before she realized what was happening. More likely though, he'd get them out of his pocket, then she would notice. He'd only get one shot at it, so he couldn't screw it up.
"What is it your brother wants from you?"
Luc shifted under her and she closed her eyes for a long second. He toyed with the idea of doing it again, just to see how much she might enjoy it.
"Michael?"
"Of course." She tilted her head and more hair fell into her face. Luc reached up and pushed it behind her ear. He wasn't sure she would allow him to do it, but she didn't try to stop him.
"Something very dangerous."
"Because you will do bad things with it?"
This time, Luc did shift again. His growing arousal was hard to miss. She let out a hiss, but still stayed on top of him. He slid his hands down her hips and pulled her into him.
"There are some bad things I'd like to do right now."
She swallowed hard and placed both hands on his chest, with her palms flattened against him. "I do not trust you."
"Then we're even."
Luc slipped his hands up, under her shirt, and over the soft flesh of her ribs. She shivered, then shook her head.
"I will wait in the basement until tomorrow. If Cupid does not return, we will have a problem." She went to climb off his lap, but he pulled her back, kissing her hard. She kissed him back with almost a matched intensity. When the kiss broke, she slapped him. Hard.
"What do you want from me?"
"I think you know what I want, Aivah." Luc smiled and brushed his knuckles over the place she'd hit him. "And I think you want it, too."
It had been a while since a woman hit him for kissing her and he almost wanted her to do it again. Though maybe not quite so hard.
"I do not."
"You don't know, or you don't want it, too?" Luc simultaneously thrust up against her, while pushing her hips down onto him, to give her a taste of what she was missing out on. He wasn't sure how much of him the small woman could handle, but he wanted to find out.
"I do not…" She closed her eyes and tilted her head back slightly. Luc took the opportunity to lean in and kiss her neck. She let out a small moan, arching her back.
"Why don't you take off your shirt?" Luc asked, trailing a few kisses past the soft flesh of her neck, to her collarbone.
She complied, with no further protest. He was actually surprised by her willingness. He thought for sure, she would tell him to stop, try to jump off again, and go hide in the basement. He wouldn't have tried to stop her.
Luc glanced at the jacket where the cuffs were once more, then to the clock behind Aivah. He had a few hours to kill until morning when she would be at her weakest. He could also take the opportunity to catch her off guard, all while getting rid of a little pent up tension. It seemed like a win-win, not that Harley would see it that way.
Without him asking, she reached b
ehind her and unclasped her bra, freeing her tiny breasts. It was all he needed to make up his mind and forget all about what Harley would think. He let instinct and need take over, burying his face into her.
He could probably fit her entire breast into his mouth, but he focused on the tiny nipple, taking it between his teeth and flicking his tongue against it. She grabbed fistfuls of his hair and pulled, hard. Low growls escaped her parted lips. It was animalistic, raw, and sexy as hell.
Alternating between each side, Luc took his time with her breasts. She grew impatient, grinding into him, and rocking back and forth. He was afraid she was going to come right there like that, then take off before he could have the chance to pleasure her properly, so he stopped her, and placed her on the floor, on her feet.
At first, she shot him a confused look, until he yanked her skirt down, letting it fall to the floor. She was wearing some sort of thick, dark tights, so he pulled them, and her underwear down to her feet, then waited for her to pull them the rest of the way off.
She just stood there, completely naked. Her long hair fell over her breasts, covering them, and Luc pushed it out of the way. He wanted to admire her body, explore it a bit with his hands, before he let himself get lost in it.
He used his fingertips to trace over her skin, from her cheeks, down her neck, over her shoulder, and down her arms. One side, then the other. Her skin prickled and she shivered, but she stood there, allowing him to continue. He wondered how much experience she had, or if she'd ever been with anyone but another mage. She looked no older than twenty, but Luc knew that mages were usually much older than they looked. He also knew that they didn't come into their full powers until after maturity and Aivah had plenty of time to practice.
By the time his fingers made it to the silky skin covering her ribs, he could smell her arousal. He went lower, trailing over her belly, then over her wide hips. Her head fell to the side and she closed her eyes. Luc glanced at his jacket once again. This was his chance. Her guard was down. He could slap the cuffs on her before she even opened her eyes. Or, he could pleasure her senseless, and do it after.
He went with the second option, dipping two fingers between her soft lips, and sliding them along her slick flesh. She pushed against him, placing her hands on his shoulders for support. He pulled back, coating his fingers in her wetness, then slid inside her, using his thumb to circle her clit. She was tight, maybe too tight to accommodate his size.
Luc pulled out and pushed into her again, fucking her with his fingers. Giving him a better angle, she put one foot up on the couch. He leaned in, letting his tongue take over for his thumb, and gripped his free hand into her ass. He squeezed hard, pulling her onto his face. Lost in her pleasure, she lost balance, but he held her in place, while he continued to bring her closer to orgasm.
He considered stopping, just before, and sitting her on his cock, so he could feel her squeeze him, spasming around him with a death grip. But she was too close, already there before he could make up his mind. She screamed out, the loudest he'd heard her so far, and collapsed into his arms.
Before her breathing could slow, Luc had his pants off and the mage back in his lap. Her eyes were closed, still lost in her own ripples of pleasure, as Luc positioned himself at her opening. She arched her back, ready to take him, and he thrust inside her halfway. That was all it took to pop open her eyes and have her mouth forming a silent O. It never ceased to amuse Luc how each woman would react to him inside her for the first time.
She slipped her small hands up his chest and twisted his nipples between her fingers painfully. With her head leaned back, and her fingers gripping his nipples so hard he was sure it would bruise, Luc pulled back, then pushed inside her once again. She took a bit more of him, adjusting herself on him. Luc was impressed. After a few more slow thrusts, pulling back, pushing in, they fell into a pace that allowed him to relax, and let her take over.
Not surprisingly, she liked the control. She decided how deep, how fast, and how hard they would go. After a bit, she eased up on his nipples, then let go altogether. She took more and more of him as they went, nearly all the way, to Luc's surprise. It wasn't what he expected when his thoughts first wandered to fucking the small woman.
Luc reached up, locking the door from where they were. It had been weeks since he'd had a woman ride him and he'd be damned if he was going to let that get interrupted by someone walking in.
Aivah had her head thrown back and her back arched so sharply that she looked as if she might fall off backwards. It strained Luc's cock just enough to be uncomfortable, but not enough to want her to stop. She picked up the pace, slamming her hips forward, screaming out with each thrust. Luc dug his fingers into her fleshy bottom, holding on, and keeping her from falling off.
She grew tighter around him, something he thought impossible, and her screams melted into pants. He wasn't ready to end it yet, and she was sure to lose all ability to direct them once she came again. Without losing momentum, Luc flipped her over onto her back, and took over. She wrapped her legs around his middle and screamed one last time, this time loud enough for someone passing by to hear.
Luc's orgasm wasn't far behind, but he drew it out for as long as he could, long enough to bring Aivah number three for the night, and make up for some of the dry weeks before for him. When he could hold back no longer, he let go, releasing into her, and collapsing onto the couch along her side.
They stayed there like that for a long time, catching their breath, savoring the moment, gaining the ability to move. Aivah smiled before she opened her eyes. It was a content, fully satisfied smile, the kind Luc saw often enough to recognize it easily. Unfortunately, it wouldn't last long. Just as her lashes parted and her lids started to open, Luc grabbed the cuffs from his jacket and slapped them onto her wrists.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Once Aivah calmed down a bit, Luc used a key to separate the cuffs, so her hands weren't shackled together and she could get dressed. As long as they remained on her individual wrists, she wouldn't be able to use any magic.
He handed her the clothes she'd so easily discarded and she snatched them from his hands. Piece by piece, she redressed, keeping her face covered by her long hair the whole time. Luc wanted to say something, to talk about what happened, but she didn't seem that interested.
If he could get her to listen, he'd tell her that he hadn't planned on sleeping with her, that his desire was just as surprising to him, as it was to her. He doubted she would believe him. Hell, he wouldn't if it was reversed. He'd needed to get her guard down and getting her naked was certainly a way to accomplish that. It had only been coincidence that it worked out that way this time.
Not that Luc would take it back. She'd been fun. He enjoyed breaking through her tough shell and melting her down to a whimpering mess, running on instinct and need.
Once she was fully dressed, she sat on the couch, where they'd just earlier been lost in each other's bodies, and glared at him. In that moment, he was grateful that she was unable to use her powers, or he'd be in trouble.
He thought again about talking to her, but decided against it. She was too angry and he was tired. It had been a long day, too long to spend the last hours of it arguing with a tiny woman.
Luc texted Az to let him know what was going on. He left out the details about screwing her first. Chances were, his brother would know the moment he walked in the room. The scent of sex was in the air, and despite the death glares she was shooting him, Luc couldn't help but smile. Wrong team or not, they'd had fun, even if she wouldn't want to admit that now.
Az cracked the door open and stuck his head in. "Okay to come in?"
"Of course." Luc took the seat behind his desk and Az remained standing with his arms folded across his chest. He narrowed his eyes, looking from Luc to Aivah.
"Everything okay in here?"
"No," Aivah said, still glaring at Luc.
"Buyer's remorse." Luc laughed and she growled at him like some sort of she-wo
lf. He looked at Az. "You going to be able to get her there?"
"Yeah. Uriel is coming. She's bored." He grabbed Aivah's arm and hoisted her off the couch.
"What are you doing?" She struggled, but was no match for an angel in the cuffs. "Let me go."
"No." Az chuckled, pulling her toward the door. "I got this. Get some sleep."
Luc nodded, but he had no intention of following through. There was too much to do. He was getting tired of waiting around for Michael to make a move. One way or another, Luc was going to find a way to hurry things along.
There were three sins to go and he was still holding out hope that he might find his true love. If he did, she wouldn't be safe until Michael was out of the picture, and he'd be damned if he would waste the short amount of time he would get with her, worrying about losing her like that idiot in the movie.
Luc held up a hand before Az got Aivah out the door. "One sec." He walked over and leaned in to whisper into her ear. "I know you had fun," he said.
She pulled back, looked at him with a hateful stare. Then, she leaned her head back and came forward, full force, smacking him in the face with her head. Her skull made contact before either angel realized what she was doing.
Az yanked her back, while Luc laughed and grabbed his nose. Blood gushed from it, splattering droplets outward, landing on Aivah. He couldn't even be angry about it. The girl stood up for her honor, which was commendable.
"Sorry bro," Az said, and disappeared down the hall with her.
It took a lot to make Luc bleed. He would heal quickly, as all angels did, but he had to admit, it did sting a bit. He took a wad of tissues and held it up to his nose. It had been some time since a woman attacked him after sex. He chuckled at the thought.
Harley barged into the office with a first aid kit. "What happened?" She rushed him, pulling his hand from his face to get a good look. "Damn."
