Hope in Love

by J. Hali Steele

  “Yes,” he groaned. But he wanted more. He lifted her off and flipped her over to mount her from behind. His cock entered and assaulted her tight walls, pushing deeper with each stroke. She squeezed him hard and he couldn’t hold out any longer. His wings came down around her.

  “Feel me, Yael. Touch me, baby.” He held her around her stomach so her hands could stroke him. They were hot on his feathered wings. The sensation of her fingers drew tremors from his body. Ram jammed every inch of his hardness into her again and again.

  The meshing. It took him by storm. But there was more. Ram had to give her more. His porcelain skin glowed blue and grew hot. His eyes flared with a shower of light. He withdrew from her and turned her to face him. Yael now straddled his lap and her legs locked around him. His cock was lost without her and it quickly searched for her heated canal. Ram thrust back into her tightness.

  “Ramiel!” she cried, her eyes wild with fear.

  “Don’t be afraid. I’ll never hurt you. Open your mouth, baby.” His skin glimmered with blue light. Ram’s mouth slammed into hers and his tongue lashed at her.

  His cock exploded in her pussy. Hot streams of cum shot into her and he never broke their kiss. He released an electric breath of blue air into her mouth and continued to stroke in her drenched pussy. She convulsed around him as he gave her everything he was.

  It was done.

  He eased her legs from around him and lay on his back, taking her with him. He closed his wings around Yael and held her to him.

  “Sleep, baby.”

  “Ramiel, what have you done?”

  “Nothing. Go to sleep.”

  Ram felt the distress in her mind. The fear rolled through her in waves. She’s afraid for me. Her mind was in turmoil and he struggled to find words to calm her.

  “They will hurt you,” she whispered.

  “No one can harm me as long as I have you. Trust me.”

  “I love you, Ramiel.”

  “Shh. Sleep.” He shut her mind down but he didn’t move. Ram lay under the magnolia tree Yael loved with her encompassed in his wings. She was his forever now. No one could take her away. Ever.

  He held her for hours. The sun rose in the sky. He felt her stir beneath his wings and he flapped them open. She murmured his name.

  “I’m here, honey.”

  Yael sat up and looked around her. He heard her inhale sharply. Ram followed the direction of her eyes.

  A field of red lilies waved and shifted with the breeze.

  He was still in her mind, determined never to leave it. The thought he picked up caused his heart to soar and he pulled her down for a deep kiss.

  He does love me.

  Yes, the flowers were for you. Now she knew.

  * * * * *

  “What have you done, Ramiel?” Michael’s heart swelled with fear.

  Chapter Eighteen

  “I spin the thread of life, Morta. I do not question your cutting them.” Nona continued to work at her wheel of life.

  “Michael will not be happy you’ve given this power to Ramiel.”

  “It’s the Father who directs what comes from my wheel, not me.”

  “What should I do about Uriel?” Morta let out a sigh. He wouldn’t hurt Patricia. Osce was another matter. She hoped Uri had released the woman. Ramiel’s disturbance could still be felt and she feared his further involvement.

  “He will not return her until you present yourself to him.” Nona had read her thoughts.

  “Sisters, we must visit with Michael.” Decima had entered the room without the others’ knowledge. Morta gave a fey smile to her stronger sister.

  “Why?”

  “We must discuss how to handle Uriel. Should Ramiel decide to hunt him there will be a problem. If we can get Yael’s friend back, all will be well.” Decima’s downcast eyes revealed to Morta she didn’t believe that would put an end to the situation. She was right. Uriel and Ram were both very strong and neither would give up.

  She needed to stem this now.

  “I will go to Uriel and put a stop to this.” Her hands trembled. Morta hoped her sister Fates didn’t notice. She wasn’t afraid of Uriel. Her fear rested in her own heart. It rested between her thighs. The thought of seeing the angel of repentance had her soaked with desire.

  “Morta, it is not necessary. Michael can handle this,” Decima said.

  “It’s my fault. It’s because of Osce and…well, that doesn’t matter. I shall go.”

  * * * * *

  Uri’s eyes stared vacantly at the chamber that was to be his and Morta’s. He’d been sure he could convince her to spend some time with him once she saw what he’d built for her. Fucking Ramiel. He wouldn’t have hurt his exulted. Ram should have known that. But to destroy all Uri had created in dedication to Morta. Unforgivable. This was Lucifer’s home but he should not have showed Uri’s secrets to Ram.

  The hopeless bastard would pay for this destruction.

  “Where is she?”

  Uriel’s body stiffened at the sound of the only other being in the universe who made him shudder with anger right now. Osce.

  “Why?”

  “Why, my ass. Send her back, Uri, or I’ll kill you.”

  “My, my. You’ve spent too much time with prissy-assed Ramiel. Don’t tell me you feel something for the flapper?”

  “Don’t make this hard. She has nothing to do with what’s between you and me. Morta stands between us, not Patricia.”

  “Ahh, but she got you here.” And that’s what Uri wanted. Osce had touched what belonged to him. She didn’t know it yet, but Morta belonged to him.

  “Where. Is. She? I won’t ask again.” Uri watched O’s eyes swirl with golden flames. He’d finally get to put an end to this bastard. He lifted his arms and lightning bolts streaked in Osce’s direction.

  “You gotta do better than that. I’ve learned a lot from your sorry ass over the years,” Osce said as he sent a torrential spray of water to extinguish the heat of the bolts.

  Uri’s wings unfurled and he lifted to the ceiling of his chamber. In a replica of Ram’s earlier destructive motion, he spun until he was invisible. Showers of molten liquid rained down upon O’s body which was now covered in a fall of water.

  His body rose up and torpedoed in Uri’s direction. Uri had forgotten the exulted had different vision than most. He could see the angel even at his super speed. Osce slammed into his left wing, knocking him into a spiral. Shit. Uri had thought this would be easier.

  * * * * *

  Ram’s eyes widened. He’d waited with patience to feel what he now felt beneath his feet. His mind had wandered tirelessly through the underground. He glanced at Yael who sat quietly under her tree. She’d not taken her eyes off the lilies. It was as though she’d thought they would disappear and this would all be a dream.

  His wings angled out from his body and he went below.

  When he entered the chamber, he saw Osce’s battered and bloody body. He settled lightly beside him. If he’d had no hope, it wouldn’t have cut through his heart like it did. This man was his friend. Ram felt every slice of agony he did. His eyes found Uri in the dark corner where his golden bed had stood. He’d known Ram was coming.

  “Uriel,” his voice boomed. The underground cavern shook with seismic rumbles. The archangel stood there and glared at him in silence.

  Ram bent to Osce. “I’m sorry. I should have gotten here sooner.”

  “Glad you finally made it.” His eyes were glazed over with pain.

  Ram focused his attention on the angel of repentance. He couldn’t kill him but he sure would make him hurt like a motherfucker.

  “Have you nothing to say?” Ram asked in disbelief.

  “Screw you, man. You had no right to obliterate my home.”

  “You had no right to touch or inflict any distress on Yael. For that you’ll suffer.”

  Ram lifted into the air and aimed his body at Uri. They clashed together in midair. Bones crunched as they both fell to th
e cavern’s floor. The ground trembled. He landed on top of Uriel and grasped a wing and pulled with all his might. The angel bucked up in pain. The cry he expelled rattled the walls again and brought stone tumbling down around them.

  “Where is Patty, you bastard?” Ram asked with a handful of feathers in his hand.

  “Go to hell.”

  “I’m there with you and I’ll ride your ass until you talk.” He wrenched Uri’s arm until it separated from the socket. Suddenly there was a blinding light in the center of the room.

  When Ram turned to look, he was hit hard in the face. Not before he recognized the true angel of death—the Grim Reaper. Samael. And he carried his scythe. The Father must be royally pissed to send him.

  “You boys listen up,” he grimaced, towering over the two on the floor. Ram and Uri held their breath. “I’m missing the second quarter for this bullshit so let’s make this snappy.” His scythe came down and buried itself a foot into the stone only inches from Uriel’s face.

  “You’re going to have to kill me unless he tells me where Patty is, Sam. So do your thing.” Ram reached down to grab Uri’s other arm with the intention of tearing it off when he felt it. Cold rushed up his spine and froze him stiff before he flew from Uri and slammed into the wall across the room. He landed in a heap beside Osce. Shit. Morta. Ram wouldn’t strike back at her.

  “Ramiel, enough. Take Osce and leave. I shall return Patty to your home.” Morta would brook no argument from him.

  “I’d say you two fellas are pretty damn lucky. Thanks, Mort, I owe you one. Now I can get back to the game.” Samael vanished in a flicker of light, his sword of death clanging behind him.

  “Uri, I’m not done with you.” The words hissed through Ram’s clenched teeth.

  “Ramiel, go now,” Morta said. “Or do I need to have Samael return?”

  “I want Patty, Morta, and soon. Yael misses her.” Ram lifted Osce in his arms and disappeared.

  He’d opened his mind to Yael and she waited for him to bring Osce.

  “I’ve been worried.” Her concern had been for him. Ram had worked hard to keep her out of his mind during the brief battle with Uri. It wasn’t easy. She would become even stronger once she realized her new powers.

  As he laid Osce on the sofa, he saw it. The thread that bound them together. While Yael ministered to his friend, he pulled the string from the book and kept it hidden in the palm of his hand. How long had she had it? Did she even know what it was? He felt Michael. Soon Ram would be pulled away.

  “Yael, I must go. Take care of Osce. Morta will return Patty.” He’d barely gotten the words out before he was taken from the room.

  Ramiel?

  I’ll be fine.

  * * * * *

  “What have you done?” Michael asked from the chair behind his desk. Ram stood in the middle of the room. Decima and Nona flanked Michael and they waited for his reply.

  “You mean Uri?” He tried to buy time. Michael knew. The Fates did too by now.

  “You know what I mean,” Michael said.

  They weren’t going to make it easy for him.

  “I’m not letting her go. You can’t take her from me.”

  “Ramiel, why? Do you understand the situation you’ve created?” Concern laced Michael’s voice.

  “There’s no problem now. Don’t touch Yael, and there is no problem.”

  Ram’s eyes pierced Michael’s. He hoped he made him understand. He would never let Yael go, not even for Michael. He loved her. Damn. It was that simple. He saw the smile tug at Nona’s mouth.

  “I love her, Michael. I’ll bring the universe to an end if you or anyone harms her.” The air vibrated and the sound of thunder rippled across the heavens. The Father listened.

  “Where are the ties that bind?” Michael asked.

  “I have them.”

  “Ramiel, untie them. She’ll never know. You won’t remember either.”

  It could only have been with the Father’s blessing that Nona had given him the power to keep her. He would not untie the binds. The words were clear to him now. He would not lose her to himself.

  “Do you want to take that chance? I don’t. She lives in me, Michael. In my heart, in my soul. I would know her anywhere or anytime and I’d only take her again. She’s mine. Her voice, her smell, they’re a part of me now. She is what I am. Without Yael in my life there is no hope.”

  “The meshing can be broken,” Decima said. “You will not remember her, Ramiel.”

  Suddenly it dawned on him. They did not know.

  Ramiel, what is wrong?

  Nothing, Yael. All is well.

  I’m coming to you.

  Yes, I need you.

  The room lit in a blue blaze and Yael was there. She gazed around to see Michael, Decima and Nona.

  “Do not harm him. The meshing is my fault. I will go away.” Tears ran down her face.

  Ram’s heart burst open. His wings fluttered in the air. He felt the love pour from her body. She would give him up and live with the pain forever to save him from the wrath of God.

  “I love you,” Ram said to her. That was all he needed to say. She crossed the room and melted into him. “We’ll always be together.”

  “The Father will not allow it,” Michael said his voice full of sadness.

  “It is allowed between us.”

  “Only angels, Ramiel.” Now there were tears in Michael’s eyes.

  “She is an angel. She’s my angel.” Show them, baby. Let them see my angel.

  Ram?

  Show them. He moved in her mind and showed her how to loose her wings.

  Yael’s eyes gleamed with wonder. Her skin became porcelain white and shone blue. Glorious wings unfurled from her back. The tips carried the same coppery gold color of the curls on her head.

  I didn’t know. Her voice wavered with surprise in his mind.

  I could not let you go. I need you. You give me hope. Ramiel’s cobalt blue eyes sparkled with love and happiness. There was a joy in them that had been absent for thousands of years. Death still stood in his soul and always would.

  But tempered with Yael’s love, once again he carried the hope of the world.

  * * * * *

  “Baby, stop. I can’t stand anymore.”

  Yael peeked at him over the hard muscles of his stomach. Her eyes glazed over with lust. His cock was deep in her mouth and she sucked him hard. Ram pushed her off and rose up to sit against the bed’s headboard. He pulled her up his body. Cradling her in his lap, he smothered her with kisses. His teeth grazed her nipples and he sucked there until he had his fill.

  Finished tasting her, Ram shifted Yael’s body and laid her on her belly. He rained kisses down her back, stopping at the curve of her sweet ass, each globe tended with his lips and nibbled by his teeth. Ram rolled from the bed and brought her back to the edge of it. Lifting her hips up, he stroked and pulled his penis to an enormous erection.

  Ram reached between Yael’s legs and caressed her wet, swollen nether lips. First one, then two fingers disappeared into her pussy. He drew more liquid from her along with moans of pleasure. He used his wet hand to smear the moisture onto his shaft and he prepared to enter her from behind.

  His cock already had drops of cum on the tip.

  “Your ass is so beautiful. You want me, baby?” She wriggled her butt against him and the flow of juices from her body confirmed her readiness. She wanted him inside her just as much as he wanted to get in there.

  “Yes, Ram, yes. Please fuck me.” Hearing those words come from his Yael’s sweet lips made him drip even more.

  “I love when you talk dirty to me.” Ram beamed at her as he moved his fingers from her canal and began to fill her with his thick cock. He stroked the broad head through her slick folds and entered her easily.

  With one swift shove forward, he buried his length in her core. He ran his hands up her back. He went under her arms and found her heavy breasts. Her nipples were hard pebbles of joy. Ram pinched and
pulled them until she bucked back on his length with abandon. She rocked on his cock in a furious rhythm.

  He pumped inside her like a madman. Letting her nipples go, he grasped her hips and held her in place while he took her. His cock slammed back and forth into her tight sheath.

  Yael met every thrust with a push of her own. She clenched her walls around him in a milking motion and sucked his penis further inside her.

  “More, give me more,” she begged.

  “Can you take more?”

  Ram granted her wish. He stretched her wide as he plunged deeper with each stroke. Her body shuddered and convulsions throbbed around his shaft. She was ready to come. He gripped her ass tighter and pulled her back against him as he rammed faster into her pussy.

  “Come for me, Yael.” Ram grunted as his balls tightened and he strained to release his seed inside her. She let go at the same time. He felt her squeeze and push harder against him as her juices flowed around his cock.

  “Oh yes,” he groaned as he filled her with his cum. “So good.”

  Ram pulled out of her and turned her to lie in the bed. He fell in and stretched out beside her. His arm draped over her shoulder and pulled her tight against him.

  “I’ll keep you here always.” Hope brimmed in his heart.

  Epilogue

  Michael sat at his desk and watched Ram and Yael walk through the red lilies. They had popped up everywhere. A smile pulled at his mouth.

  “What are you thinking?” Decima asked from the comfortable chair across the room.

  “I’m so glad to see him happy.” Sometimes Michael still wondered why he felt so much more for Ramiel than the other angels. But he never dwelled on it long.

  “The world is a different place. It is necessary for us to change to keep pace with man and the other creatures we are responsible for bringing into being.” Michael’s chest grew heavy. The task ahead would be an arduous one. His control of the Father’s chosen ones had always been tenuous at best.

  A red ball bounced from under the desk and landed by his feet.

  “Jayel, come from under there.” The toddler crawled out and climbed up on his lap. Her copper curls fell around her face in disarray.