“Would you like me to prepare a meal?”
He jumped at the sound of her voice. How did she get so close? He hadn’t heard or smelled her. Christ, he needed to be more careful. He quickly drew his knees up, but he couldn’t get up. His erection looked like a bean stalk between his legs. If he donned a robe, it would look like a tent, and pants would be too painful. Hell, the one thing his magic couldn’t dissipate—a hard-on. A cruel trick played on him by none other than Michael. But he’d learned not to trifle with certain exulteds. Ram was in a predicament.
“Uhh, yes, that would be wonderful.” He hoped she’d go inside.
“I apologize for my earlier rudeness. Your personal life is no affair of mine. I understand my duty and I am prepared to see it through.”
“I apologize for being harsh.”
“I appreciate your honesty. I have no right to question you.”
“Yael.” He’d had enough of this. He stood in all his naked glory and heard her sharp intake of breath. “You have every right. This is your home too, for now. I know how much you like magnolias. You dwelled on it the day I came to see you at Deborah’s. I only wanted to give you some comfort while you stayed here.”
She couldn’t help but stare at his enormous length. It was magnificent. Her modesty said she should turn her head or close her eyes. Her womanhood disagreed vehemently. Her canal grew wet and ready to take every last inch of him. She lifted her eyes to his.
Arousal dripped from her and leaked down the inside of her thighs. Her stomach clenched with need and her knees threatened to buckle beneath her. The angel in front of her caused her body to commit betrayal in ways she did not comprehend.
“Thank you,” she whispered as her eyes found their way back to his hardness, which still blatantly waved at her. It beckoned her, called to a part of her she couldn’t ignore. One she wasn’t aware existed until he came into her life.
Raising her head back up, she gazed at him. When he’d made love to her here a day ago, he wanted her to look in his eyes. Now she did and her body melted into a wanton puddle. The desire imprinted there scorched her skin with cobalt-blue fire.
She moved slowly to stand in front of him. She took his shaft in her hand as she pressed one hand against his heart. His body trembled beneath her touch.
“I want you.” Her tongue darted out and moistened her lips.
“You don’t have to do this.”
“I know, but I want to.” She gave his length fierce, tight strokes and enjoyed the thickness of it in her hand. Hard, yet so soft.
What had happened to her? Had she become the same kind of carnal beast she accused him of being? In her old life she would have never done anything so base. But she couldn’t help herself.
She smeared the tip of his erection with the drop of liquid that formed there, and in reward he grew even bigger and harder. His musky smell intoxicated her.
And she wanted to taste him.
She did not let him go as she fell to her knees. Tightening her hold, she guided the broad head of his penis between her lips. She grasped his hips to pull him closer, forcing him farther into her mouth. Ram was so sweet. She pulled back and nursed on the head of him. Her tongue swirled in circles around the wet tip of his manhood before she took him back between her swollen lips.
“Damn, you’re killing me, baby.” His hands burrowed into her thick, coppery hair. “Please.” Was he begging for her to stop or to suck more? She wanted more and her mouth engulfed his shaft again.
Yael pulled him so far down her throat, she couldn’t breathe. Sucking hard, she worked up and down his length. Her head bobbed back and forth. She released him and ran her tongue over and around every delicious inch of him. When she reached his balls, she laved each one in turn with her tongue and sucked gently. Her attention returned to his staff and her mouth covered him. His taste was an aphrodisiac that called her back for more.
“Yes, oh fuck yeah,” he shouted, his head thrown back, as she sucked his cock once again back through her lips. He held her head tight and began to pump in and out of her mouth. On his toes, he used short jabs to thrust his whole shaft down her throat.
She wanted much more. Yael’s hands pulled at his hips to match the rhythm he set when he moved in and out of her mouth. She swallowed him deeper with each stroke and took all that she could. She’d never felt so free, so lustful, as she did with him. She wanted to give him joy then keep him all to herself. I am lost in him.
“Stop, baby, stop,” Ram begged.
She slowed, used her tongue to push him out. She flicked it across the broad, wet tip of his cock, showering it with licks and little kisses that, by the way he rocked back and forth, told her she drove him absolutely crazy. His erection was a living thing jerking against her lips. Yael wanted to taste him.
Ignoring his wishes, she took him back in her mouth and sucked hard. She reveled in the control she held. Glancing up, she could barely pull her eyes away from the heat in his. She moved her head back and forth, taking his full length. She devoured him and drew harder on the tip each time she reached it. Plunging back down his shaft, and up again, she enjoyed the feel and smell of him. The heat emanating from his body drove her on with the desire to taste all of him. His rhythm changed and so did hers. She kept pace with his thrusts in her wanton mouth. Her hands clutched and squeezed his butt. Touching and fondling him, her fingers slipped into the crease of his behind.
“Yael, don’t stop, touch me there, baby.”
His guttural cry spurred her on and she stroked between his cheeks, feeling every private part of him. Frantically, she moved up and down his cock with her mouth and lips. Ram’s fingers dug deeper into her hair, gripped her head and held her still as he stroked his hardness between her lips.
“Fuck,” he yelled as his floodgates opened. His semen spurted into her mouth, hot and sweet. Her jaws clenched around him, holding him so she could take and savor every drop of his fluid.
He settled back on his heels, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he emptied his balls. “Baby, shit, I’m sorry. Are you okay?”
Yael was alive. Her throat worked to swallow all that he gave her and she wished there was more.
He brought her from her knees, lifted her in his arms and vanished them to the bedroom.
He laid her on the bed and stood there…just looked at her luscious body. Ram felt caught in the most wonderful dream. The sheets provided a lovely backdrop to her creamy caramel skin. She smiled up at him and her warm eyes were alight with some secret pleasure. Her full lips were made for kissing, and though not painted, appeared to be brushed with nutmeg. He could have stood there forever and looked at her. He pulled and stroked his cock back to stiffness as he watched her face. The tip of it drooled with pre-cum.
“I want to come in you.” No, I don’t. He needed to feel her tightness around him but not yet. There were so many delights he wanted to show and teach her. He wanted to bring her body to life. Two silken scarves appeared out of nowhere into his free hand.
A brief flash of fear entered her eyes. “Yael, do you trust me? I only want to give you pleasure.” He watched her closely. “I’ll stop anytime you want me to, you have only to ask.”
“I’m not afraid.” Her chest rose up and down with each draught of air she took in.
He stopped stroking his cock and bent to grasp a hand. He could have used magic, but he wanted to touch her, feel her satin-soft skin. He tied one then the other, fixing the scarf loosely to the headboard. She followed him with her eyes.
“I’ll never let anything hurt you,” he whispered.
He bent over her and took her breasts in his hands. He kneaded them, ran his palms in a circular motion around the peaks of her nipples. Grasping the hard buds, he plucked them gently. Her body arched up under his ministrations, her wrists tugging at the restraints.
“Do you want me to untie you?”
“No.” The word came out on a rush of air.
He moved his hands down her stom
ach. He spanned her waist and raised her body until her feet rested on the bed. He stroked her inner thighs all the way to the mound of fine hair covering the vee between her legs. He pushed them wide open. Using one arm, to hold himself up, he slipped the fingers of his free hand into the moist folds of her pussy and rubbed her clit.
“Tell me if you want me to stop.”
“Please, no.” Her voice, tinged with need, held a pleading note.
As he continued to work the pearl-sized bump between her legs, Ram lowered his head and took a plump nipple into his mouth. He nibbled and sucked at it, flicked it with his tongue. Yael’s body bowed from the bed, writhed under him. And he’d only just begun.
Moving to the other bud, he bit lightly and drew it into his mouth. “Sweet,” he murmured. Withdrawing his hand from her hot cunt, he caressed her hip. He swept his tongue down her stomach, stopping at her bellybutton. He laved her there and savored the taste of her body. Going lower, he reached her wet pussy. Taking a deep breath, he took her scent into his lungs, never wanting to forget the smell.
“Mmm,” she murmured and lifted her pelvis into his face. She pulled and struggled against the restraints holding her arms.
“Yael, I ask again—do you trust me?”
“Yes, yes.” Her head thrashed impatiently from side to side.
He reached under her ass with both hands and raised her off the bed. He jabbed his tongue in and out of her canal with force. He nibbled on her clit causing her hips to buck higher. Ram didn’t want to stop licking her but he circled her thigh with one arm and held her tight while watching her face. Using his other hand, he squeezed her butt and reached into the crevice there. His finger slid through the gathered moisture until he reached her puckered anus. He lightly brushed against it, preparing to enter her. Moans filled the room when he penetrated her slowly and he pulled his hand back and forth.
“Look at me, Yael.” Amber eyes flew open, darkened with need. Increasing the pace of his hand, he never looked away. Her body shuddered against him and convulsions pulled at his finger.
“Ram! I—”
“I’ll stop if you ask me to.” He slowed his rhythm and gazed at her. “Tell me what you want.” He’d do whatever she wanted.
“Untie me. I need to touch you.”
Withdrawing from her body, he lowered her to the bed, reached up and released her hands. She quickly encircled his waist with her arms. She stroked his back. Her hands roamed up and down sending shivers to every part of his body. His throbbing erection felt as though it would burst.
“What do you want, baby?”
“Fill me,” she rasped, her voice laced with desire.
“You’re so beautiful. I’ll never have enough of you.” Ram moved onto the bed between her still-open legs and covered her body with his. His hand searched out her pussy and pinched her clit hard. She was ready for him. Now he could take her, fill her with his dick and…Chrissakes! He wasn’t fucking her. He didn’t know how or when it happened, but he wanted to make love to her.
Ram’s fingers played in her folds until he felt more juices escape her body. He took his cock in hand and pushed it back and forth through the liquid gathered at her core. Guiding it into her canal, he thrust so deep his balls bumped her ass.
“Ram,” she cried, digging her heals into the bed to meet his assault.
“I’m here, Yael, I’m here.” He was falling for her and right now he didn’t care. He slid in and out of her, but slowly. So slowly. She was hot and tight and he wanted to explode already. He dipped his head down to capture her swollen lips. Tasting himself, he almost lost it. His tongue lashed through her mouth. He broke the kiss only to grab her lower lip between his teeth and nibble on its fullness. So damn sweet.
The whole time he never missed a stroke. He built to a frenetic pace, and with each plunge he went farther into her. Their mingled scent made him weak. Her slippery sheath sucked at his cock and her muscles contracted around him as she neared orgasm.
Ram rose up so he could watch her come, see the joy and delight of letting go written on her face. He wanted to be in every part of her like he was in her pussy. He couldn’t help himself. It was too hard to fight. He moved into her mind and watched with glee.
She hovered at the top of a waterfall, and when she slipped over the edge Ram cascaded down with her. Like the water, her juices flowed out of her. Her body wrenched in convulsions as her soul poured over his shaft. She arched off the bed and clenched him tightly inside her, holding him there.
“No! No,” he cried and pulled out of her as cum shot from his cock and covered her stomach. He fell against her, spent. His body jerked and he moved away, careful not to let the drops of semen dribbling from his penis land between her legs. Finished, he sank down beside her on the bed. “I want to keep you,” Ram whispered in her ear, immediately aware he’d made a mistake. Had she heard him? His mind boggled with confusion.
“Ram?”
“Shh, honey. Close your eyes.” He sent her into a deep sleep.
It was wrong to put her to rest, but he wouldn’t be able to answer her questions. She wanted to conceive and be done with him, but he couldn’t let her go. He wasn’t sure right now if he could ever let her go. What the fuck?
The hopeless souls called to him. Why did the masses below cry out for help late at night or early in the morning?
“I’m coming, damn you,” he said. Make love to her one more time, taste more of her delights, was what he really wanted to do. Lie beside her and feel satin skin brush him.
He cleaned his seed from her body. He didn’t want Yael to wake up and see it or feel its stickiness and know he hadn’t come inside her. Again.
Next time.
He would have to do it next time.
* * * * *
Ram arrived below and saw a man who stood on the wall of a rooftop with the business end of a revolver in his mouth. Shit!
He began his mantra without much feeling.
“You are a child of the Lord and your life is important to our Father.”
Beings he assisted heard his voice deep in their subconscious mind. He infused his words with hope and fulfillment in life. It lifted their hearts.
Those who’d reached this point sometimes saw him and thought he was a figment of their warped imagination. They were hard to deal with. Most never saw him.
The man’s head turned toward his voice.
“Fuck off, whoever you are, I want to die.”
Okay, guess he sees me.
Ram had had enough bullshit today.
“Then finish it already. I could be buried deep in my woman. Instead your creepy ass pulled me here. Look, you got no hope and I have none for your sorry ass. I’m fresh out of hope. So do us both a favor so I can get back to my bed.”
The man strained his eyes and tried to clear his vision.
“Fucking jump already, or pull the trigger,” Ram yelled.
Ram never saw it coming. The bolt of lightning slammed into his body, dead center of his chest. It sizzled loudly as it flowed through him. He flew off the wall, careened through the air and hit the sidewalk ten stories below with a thud, breath knocked out of him. He watched feathers float around above him, some carried away on the breeze.
Bones were broken and fractured throughout his body. So many he didn’t want to count. Some protruded hideously through ripped and torn flesh. The walkway flooded with his blood. He hurt like hell.
“Fuck me,” he croaked, blood dribbling across his cheek.
He looked up and saw the guy with the gun now stood behind the wall and looked over at him. His mouth hung open in shock.
“Guess there’s nothing like show and tell, huh, buddy?” Ram whispered in agony.
As soon as you can get up, I want to see you. Michael used his angel-of-death voice.
Really pissed you off this time.
Don’t push it, Ramiel.
You could help me up.
You must be kidding, right?
Okay th
en. I’ll be a while getting myself…back together.
I got all the time in the world.
Ram grumbled out loud, “God damn it to he—”
Go ahead. Say it. You know how I feel about taking our Father’s name in vain mixed with hell. You are working my last nerve. Get your ass up, NOW!
The now came accompanied by lightning and brought a boom of thunder riding across the sky.
Ram knew he was bested.
When Michael cursed, things were really bad.
Chapter Six
“By Job! What were you doing down there?” Michael had reached the end of his rope. Gabriel and Ezekiel playing games with beings’ lives. Raphael pissed off he was relegated to help Lucifer. And the angel of hope fresh out of hope.
“He didn’t want my help.”
“When is it ever up to them? It wasn’t his time, which is why he called on you. What is wrong with you? The others I expect foolishness from.”
“I-I—”
“Look, I don’t know what is happening with you and the exulted. But get yourself back in line. Finish it and move on. Raphael would love to move back to…what do you call it? The Heavenly Riviera. There will be a vacant palace shortly if you don’t get straightened out. Do I make myself clear?”
Were they right, he and the Father? Michael agreed the angels needed to be more like the pitiful souls they were responsible for protecting. To do that, they had to be among them, feel what they felt. But had they gone too far? Giving those with so much power their freedom had its drawbacks.
They’d always been a hard group to hold, but he’d done well with God’s intervention. The Fate’s had also helped to maintain a tenuous balance. Lately, things had gotten out of hand.
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