She pushed his penis into her core and he shuddered as her walls stretched to fit him. Yael wasn’t a virgin but her channel was tight. Ram allowed her a few moments to adjust to his size. When she lifted up to meet him, she was ready to take it all. He plunged farther inside her, burying his shaft to the hilt. Her mind opened more and he felt her shudder beneath him. This is what she needed and he would give her anything.
He put his arms around her thighs, lifted them high, and went even deeper, his rhythm ferocious as he plundered her. With each thrust, his cock disappeared inside her pussy. He loved the feel of her sheath wrapped around him. The sound of her wetness and his balls as they slapped against her ass made him crazy.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he grated through clenched teeth.
She met every stroke he delivered with her own onslaught. She tightened around him mercilessly and wouldn’t let him go. Ready to come, her canal convulsed and he wanted what she had to give.
He came up on his knees and brought her with him, keeping her legs over his shoulders and his hands at her back. Her butt felt good as it rubbed back and forth on his thighs. He moved in her with long, hard drives. Over and over he pushed into her. He never wanted to stop. He watched her face and waited to see her eyes. He wanted her to see the desire for her in his own.
“Look at me, Yael, open your eyes and see me.” He felt her walls tighten even more. But she would not open her eyes. She wouldn’t look at him. Though he could have made her, he refused himself that pleasure. He’d wait.
“Ramiel,” she screamed. Oh yeah, that’s what I wanted to hear.
His balls were tight, heavy with his cum. He needed to let it go. But he didn’t want to come inside her. He didn’t want to fill her with his seed. Right now his only thought was not to impregnate her. He wanted to have her longer. It surprised the hell out of him and he damn near lost control.
He inched her ass down his thighs, laid her back on the sand. He pulled out and released his seed all over her stomach. Ram couldn’t stop coming. His penis throbbed as cum pulsed out of him.
“Oh yes, baby,” he groaned, as he fell over her body in the sand. He stroked his cock idly through the wetness of her swollen labia, enjoying the feel of her. Growing hard against her again, he stopped. He withdrew and collapsed on her, his semi-erection mashed between them. The warm water washed over their bodies. All he wanted was to lie there and hold her, let the lake cleanse them. He rolled beside her, bringing her tight into his embrace, her ass right against his cock. He wrapped an arm around her, his hand on a soft breast.
She drifted to sleep in his arms.
Next time. He’d come in her the next time.
Ram listened to her breath, felt her chest rise and fall in his hand. How precious she was. He wanted to keep her longer. The need to have more of her settled over him like a net. Tangled him in his own lust. What was it about her? He’d made love to many, but none like her. She sighed and snuggled closer in his arms. Lord, it felt good. Comforting. As if she belonged there. He came to a very dangerous and rash decision.
He’d make sure she didn’t conceive. Yet.
He stood and lifted Yael, cradling her against his chest. She never woke up. He physically carried her back to the house, to his bedroom. Their bedroom. He didn’t use magic because he wanted to hold her longer. He placed her gently in the bed and covered her and watched her sleep for a while.
He felt the pull of lost souls who searched for hope. Damn, he wanted to stay with her. But he didn’t need Michael breathing down his neck about his responsibilities. He was in enough of a fix as it was.
He understood his duty but for some reason, he’d been unable to complete it. He could not let her go. Not yet. Later when he’d had his fill of her, he’d let her go.
Much later.
* * * * *
“Well, well, and what have we here?”
Yael jumped almost out of her skin at the soft whisper of an angel. But one she’d not heard before. Frightened, she looked up. He was beautiful as all angels were. Deep blue eyes peered at her. Hair the color of corn silk was pulled back into a black ribbon. A glow graced his skin, which was paler than Ram’s. His muscles bunched beneath the soft white shirt he wore. Snug black pants encased firm, muscular thighs. He looked like the pirates she’d read about. His eyes were dark, laced with something sinister. Madness popped into her mind. She became afraid. Ramiel. She reached for him without a second thought.
“Oh, don’t worry. Ram knows me well. He won’t mind if I keep you company while he brings hope to the filthy masses. He has such a thankless job.”
“I didn’t get your name.”
“I didn’t give it, pretty lady. I must say, his taste in women has certainly improved.”
She didn’t know what to do. Ramiel hadn’t answered her. This angel leered at her. He made her feel—
A sharp crack split the air and the angel leaning against the tree left the ground. He was lifted, held high in the air. His eyes bulged, spittle flew and he sputtered as he strangled.
“Release him immediately!” Michael’s voice boomed through the air, causing Yael to flinch and cover her ears. She didn’t know who he spoke to until she turned her head and saw Ramiel coming across the lawn to where she sat. His feet never touched the ground.
He was surrounded by a searing white light that blinded her.
His wings!
His cobalt blue eyes flared a million points of blue fire toward the suspended angel. Death. She heard desolate souls cry out for hope.
But the eyes were not what held her.
She’d never witnessed the angels with their wings in the open. He was magnificent. He was taller, larger than life itself. The lofty spread appeared ready for flight. The white feathers looked downy soft with dark gray glistening ribbons gracing the tips—the same metal gray of his long hair billowing around his shoulders. His skin, no longer brown, shone like smooth, cool marble.
His nudity should have caused her to blush profusely. But that wasn’t the thought that went through her mind. She wanted to feel those wings enclose her, press her nakedness against his alabaster skin. She did not know as an angel his manhood would be visible. It was glorious. Her sheath clenched tight with each heartbeat.
Oh Lord help her. She wanted to lie in the arms of an angel.
She lifted inches off the ground when the suspended angel slammed unceremoniously into a bone-crunching heap at the base of the magnolia tree. The sound snatched her back to reality.
“Raphael, why are you here?” Ram struggled to modulate his voice as he pulled his wings in and hid them back in his body. He clothed himself in his customary black earth clothes. He pulled Yael to her feet and pushed her behind him.
“Can’t I visit an old friend without being strangled or smashed nearly to death?”
“I see I will have to strengthen my shields.”
“Not on my account, I assure you,” he said as he rose from the ground. “I wanted to see what kind of woman would have the great whore buying flowers and digging up trees.”
“Now you have seen, so have a good day.”
“I shall, now. She is truly beautiful.”
“Leave, Raph, and don’t enter my domain again unless invited.”
Raphael faced Yael and bowed deep with a flourish. “I hope to see you again. Very soon.” He vanished.
“I’m sorry, are you all right?”
“I’m fine. He caught me off guard. I’ve never met Raphael before.”
“He won’t be back.” His voice surged with so much anger, she blanched away from him.
“Ramiel, I want to see you now.” Michael’s voice, modulated this time, sounded through the air.
“You’ll be safe, I’ve strengthened my guards. I’ll return shortly.” He disappeared, leaving her to gaze at the empty spot he vacated.
Whore? Flowers and digging up trees? What did Raphael mean?
Chapter Five
God damn Gabriel and his big mouth.
Ram would pummel him to death when he saw him again. He was really pissed off. He’d bolstered his shields before he left. He would not have Raphael or anyone disturb her solitude.
Now he stood before Michael and could barely calm down. “That would explain why he could break my guards. But why would you send him there?” His eyes glared in disbelief. He started to pace the archangel’s office.
“You were not sure you wanted this duty. You intimated I should have Raphael handle it in your stead.”
“Don’t play games with me, Michael. Anyway, that was a long time—”
“Only two of your sun risings ago.”
“I’ve changed my mind. She has become accustomed to me and I want to do this. After all, I will provide the heir who will bring hope to a whole species of earth beings. Isn’t that my reason for existing right now?” He flung the sarcastic words at the angel-general.
“Yes, it is your reason for being right now. Raphael and many others would vie to be in your shoes. Do you understand the importance of what you’ve been asked to do?” The look Michael leveled on him would have made lesser angels wither. “I find it very hard to believe that in such a short time she is used to you. Are you sure?”
“I said so, didn’t I?”
Michael’s brow went askance. Shit, Ram had to be careful not show too much attachment to the exulted.
“As you wish. See that you do your duty.”
He’d been dismissed. Unable to control his temper, he disappeared in an unusual burst of energy. He returned home to Yael with the decision in mind to take her to his domain on Earth. If he must spend time there and deliver hope to the useless masses, he would have her with him. He could better complete his duty of impregnating her if they spent more time together. That was all he wanted right now. To be in her company.
Surely, he’d soon grow tired of Yael?
* * * * *
“What did he mean about your digging up trees and buying flowers?” Yael asked upon his arrival home.
Ram, tired, didn’t want to be reminded of the incident. He wanted to take her away from there as soon as possible. The distractions were too many. His anger at Michael jeopardizing her well-being still rose in his throat like bile.
Raph wouldn’t harm her. At least not physically. But he’d have no qualms about taking her in other ways. It wouldn’t be the first time. They’d often used the same women. Sometimes together.
His blood boiled as he thought about the other angel anywhere near Yael.
“Don’t you want to know about the women?” he spat out. His question sounded sharper than he intended because of the other things on his mind. As soon as he saw the hurt reflected in her eyes, he was sorry. His tone changed to one of quiet resignation. “I suppose you know what that meant. I’m sure you’ve heard all the sordid stories about me. And as I said before, there will be no secrets between us. They are true.”
“There’s no need for you to clarify that statement. I believe I know all I need to about that part of your life.”
“Then what is it you would like to know, Yael?”
“I only wanted to thank you for the magnolia tree. I believe it’s the tree Raphael spoke of because I could see it had been freshly planted. It was a kind gesture. I suppose the flowers he spoke of went to one whom you felt the need to explain your absence to.”
“You’re welcome,” he sighed. He couldn’t tell her about the flowers. Maybe she’d leave it alone. His relief was short-lived.
“There is no reason for you to be away from one you want to be with. You need only be with me when you bed me.” She continued, “In the future, if you plant your seed in me instead of on me, this will be over for both of us. I expect no more from you. Have a good evening, Ramiel.” Her head held high in a regal position, she left the room.
“God damn it.” He didn’t think she would be very compliant at the moment to his idea of taking her below.
He’d never been so confused. Why did he care this much about what she felt? She was sweet and gentle, yet all she cared about now was bedding him. She wanted to have his child and get this over with. Maybe that’s what he should do. Go to her and get it over with.
Even now his cock reared its bulbous head and throbbed into life. It grew hard at his thought of being inside her again. She was so tight, so good. He’d become a walking penis. When anything crossed his mind about her, his erection blossomed like a wet mushroom and looked for a dark hole to crawl into.
Hopeless, Ramiel disappeared.
* * * * *
“Things will go well with them,” Decima said, as she appeared in Michael’s office at his summons.
“I believe our angel of hope is falling for the exulted.” Michael’s brows pulled together in consternation. “This could pose a very serious problem.”
“She will not be able to hold him,” Decima stated.
“I will reserve my opinion on that until things develop further. In any case, he won’t be allowed to keep her.”
“You do know Raphael will now be a problem. He abhors your special treatment of Ramiel.”
“It will be very interesting to watch the outcome.”
“I agree. Personally, I can see how Gabe and EZ get so carried away meddling in the humans’ lives.” The Fate smiled. “This is fun.”
Michael was more reserved in his response.
“At least we cannot mortally wound each other. Our Father, nor I, will tolerate that.”
* * * * *
Yael walked along the lake and wished circumstances were different. She felt unimportant and powerless in her situation. Aside from being able to change the weather, she possessed no power and wouldn’t ever be held in higher esteem. An archangel and an exulted couldn’t be together. It just didn’t happen.
Michael and the Father would never allow it.
She grew angrier with every step and didn’t understand why. She knew her place and the reason for being with him. Yet she seethed with jealousy. It had latched onto her, shook her heart like a dog with a bone. She wished she’d been the one the flowers were given to.
After Ram, no one would dare touch her. She’d always carry his mark, belong to him. She didn’t want anyone else anyway. On occasion she’d been a little lonely for the company of a man, but she had not really wanted anyone until now. Her attachment to the archangel was unhealthy. And unsafe. How could she survive so many months in his company and be unscathed?
Her mind was a confused muddle. The sun sank slowly below the horizon. In his domain she could at least enjoy the day and night she so sorely missed. Most angels lived in daylight. She thought about the cooler evenings of long ago on Earth. Up here the temperature never changed. It was always perfect—not cold, not hot.
Her thoughts, helter-skelter, darted in every direction. She didn’t want to deal with the problem at hand. He had said to her “I don’t want anyone else right now,” before he took her by the lake. He meant later he would return to his carnal ways with other women.
She supposed he would come to her tonight. Maybe she would not allow him to touch her. But that would only prolong her time here. The correct thing to do would be to get this over with. Why didn’t he fill her with his seed? It seemed as though… No, she couldn’t allow herself to think that.
He had taken someone else flowers.
She resolved to make sure she conceived her child. Hers. He could then return to his base ways.
Her heart grew heavier at that idea.
As she headed back to the house, a glint of gold in the sand caught her eye. She bent to pick up the object. Two strands of thread twined together. One blue, the other gold. The colors together were beautiful. Like the time she’d spent with him on this very same spot a day ago. She decided to take her found treasure to use as a marker in the Ayn Rand novel she’d found in Ram’s library.
She held it tight in her hand and continued her journey home.
* * * * *
“Why come to me? I shouldn’t speak to your sor
ry ass.”
Ram watched with disinterest as Raphael feigned choking, his hands wrapped tightly around his own neck.
“I have nowhere else to go and this is your fault.” Ram felt at a loose end. “Shit, if I go to Gabe or Luke they’ll just tell you everything anyway.”
“How is it my fault?”
“You frightened Yael. And why did you have to tell her about the tree and the flowers? That was just wrong.”
“Good Lord! You like her, don’t you?”
“It’s hard to explain. She’s…different, Raph. I don’t understand what’s happened to me. I do know I don’t want you near her and I mean it.”
“I never thought I’d see the day. The great whore falling for someone. Anyway, trust me, she only has eyes for you. Why, she even envisioned your scruffy wings wrapped around her nakedness.”
Ram lunged at Raphael.
In a blaze of red-hot heat, the Devil appeared. Just in the nick of time. He would have torn Raph in two.
“What’s up, guys?”
“Ram’s falling for his exulted.”
“Shut the fuck up or I’ll choke you to death the next time. You are never to enter her mind again or I will kill your ass. Do you understand me? And stop calling me a whore.”
“No shit?” Luke’s face stretched into a broad smile. “Bitten by Cupid, huh? And I would have said whoremonger myself but, Ram, you are a whore.”
“I’m serious.” Ram didn’t like being forced to take a look at himself, what he was. Especially by these two.
“So am I.” Luke eyes swirled red as he picked at his immaculate fingernails.
“The way I see it, there will be more for the rest of us now that your black heart is out of circulation,” Raph smiled.
“Yoo-hoo? Can we discuss his love life later?” Luke asked as he gave his nails one last look. “I need Raph’s assistance with a couple of escaped light demons.”
Ram left the two to their duties and returned home. Yael wasn’t in the house, he didn’t feel her energy. He listened to jazz as he sat naked on the beach. This was his favorite time of day. He liked to watch the sun set. For some reason Earthlings seemed to be more at peace during this time of day. He didn’t get dragged away by their stupidity. The warm water washed lazily over his bare feet. He remembered the previous night when he’d been buried inside… Don’t go there. He would be horny and in pain. Too late. His hardness rose like a flag on a pole and brushed against his stomach.
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