Kassern (Archangels Creed)

by Azure Boone

  Rather than answer, she lifted the hem of her shirt and drew his mouth down to her breast. With a harsh curse, he settled his mouth on her nipple.

  Tension built, tightening her belly until her whole body pounded with her pulse, and with it, her impatience increased. Before she could think twice, she put both hands on his shoulders and shoved.

  He landed on the ground with a surprised Oooomph! And she landed astraddle him, working at his belt.

  ****

  What was wrong with her? She acted damn near sexually manic. Troy finally grabbed her hands and held them. Her gaze narrowed and met his wide eyes. “Baby, slow down.” He looked around. “Why don’t we go inside.”

  The furrow in her brow grew tighter. “Why? What’s wrong with here?”

  He looked around a little. “Do you realize how many insects they have in the woods? The kind that burrow into your skin and make you itch for days? Not to mention, I could be laying in poison oak. You or I don’t need to get that anywhere on our bodies, especially not…”

  Troy watched light dawn in her eyes as she looked around. Then she met his gaze and that light slowly dimmed with something odd.

  “Maybe you’re worried about Karly.” She jerked up and climbed off, leaving him stunned as she stomped to the bench and sat.

  With an irritated huff, Troy followed and sat next to her, his erection making it hard to sit comfortably. “Why would you say that?”

  She spun on him with a finger in his face. “Don’t fucking play me for a fool. I don’t give a fuck what you were before we met. If you’re going to be with me, you don’t go putting your fucking hands on another fucking woman!”

  She marched off, heading toward the cabin and Troy shut his eyes for a few seconds before following her. He saw her in the car before he made it to the porch and headed to meet her. He heard the door locks engage as he approached the driver side. Oh come. On.

  He gazed around at the span of green forest bordering the pasture land before knocking on the window. “Open the door Devyn.”

  No answer.

  He dug in his pocket and got the keys. Opening it, he sat in the driver seat and slowly shut the door with a sigh. “Devyn, look. I’m sorry, I’m still getting used to not being a minister.”

  “Whatever Troy, you know, I don’t have the slightest desire or urge to even touch another man besides you. Really amazing that a man of God such as yourself would be struggling with such an inappropriate thing as giving another woman fucking affection.

  She spat the words like venom and there was no humor in the incredulous laugh he gasped out, but she sure thought different and slapped him for it. Across the face.

  He glared at her. “What the hell was that for?”

  “I swear you’re just so damn clueless about everything.”

  “Well why don’t you start teaching me Devyn. Teach the stupid preacher how to figure you out, or how to convince you that I will never love a woman the way that I love you no matter what you think.” His heart raced with the anger he’d just blasted at her but even more at the fury she was clearly about to launch back.

  “Well you can damn well start by keeping your hands off of other fucking women and quit letting them put their filthy claws all over you. I mean, that night Karly had her pussy grinding on your cock, was it really that fucking hard to get her off of you? If I hadn’t showed up and interrupted, just how far were you going to let her take it, preacher?”

  That was it. That was fucking it. Troy got out of the car and slammed the door, pacing a few seconds, raking his hand through his hair. Devyn got out too and circled around, coming at him with a pointed finger. “Don’t think that I didn’t see your hard-on before you hid behind the curtain either, you son-of-a-bitch.”

  “What? That’s bullshit! You did not see that, that is…” he drew back a little. “Why would you lie about something like that?”

  “Oh, I’ve been watching you Troy, taking notes. I can add one and one, and there is no way you didn’t have a hard on with her practically fucking you!”

  Troy gritted his teeth and grabbed her shoulders, pinning her against the car. She stared up at him, startled. “Take it back.”

  At the first sign of her anger, he shoved his leg between hers and caught her wrists when she tried to shove him off. “Get the fuck off of me.”

  He pushed harder between hers, not missing the way her breath caught when his leg met her sweet heat. He could feel it through his jeans and suddenly, having her pinned this way seemed like the exact thing to do. Add the flash of desire in her eyes to that and he was eager to test that theory. It was almost like…this was the only thing that would convince her. She was beyond nice words and sweet touches. She was in the harsh life zone, where answers were crisp and clear. And not sweet.

  Not his forte, but for her…Troy pinned her arms and pressed his suddenly very hard cock into her stomach. “My dick…” he whispered thickly next to her face, “belongs to you.” Devyn jerked her face right when he leaned for her lips.

  Troy groaned and pushed his erection against her again, settling his mouth on her ear. He had to admit, insisting felt…really good. “You’re mine.” He nipped the outer shell of her ear. “Do not fight me.” The gasp she gave at his words confirmed it. This was exactly what she needed. He lowered his mouth to her neck and licked firmly. “And I want you.” He scraped his teeth along her silky skin, drawing what he sought. A tell-tale whimper. “Right here…” he slid his lips along her jaw until he reached the edge of her mouth. “Right now.” He lowered a hand and skimmed his fingers over her erect nipples that burned him through his t-shirt while using his leg to grind softly against her desire.

  She finally turned her mouth and he groaned, pushing her lips open with his, aggressively stroking her tongue. “All mine,” he moaned, reaching down and gripping her waist tightly to move her more precisely over his leg.

  The delicate whimper she gave nearly drove him crazy. She liked it. A lot.

  So did he.

  Troy gave in to his explosive passion. He growled and yanked up her t-shirt and pinned her arms again while he feasted hungrily on her beautiful breasts. She gasped, trying to move, but…oh no. He really liked it like this.

  God, how could she think he wanted another woman besides her? He broke from her plump nipple and moved to her mouth for a brief devouring before spinning her around and pressing his cock into her ass. “Undress,” he whispered next to her ear, “I’m going to fuck you just like this.”

  Her eager whimper and the way she hurried to comply made him growl. He prayed Kassern and Karly didn’t decide to come out, but then, it was dark and the car hid them. He undressed while watching her stumble out of her jeans. “Take off your shirt,” he whispered when she faced him. “Then turn back around. And hold on.”

  Two seconds was all it took her and the second she faced the car, Troy was on her, his cock pressing between her delicious ass, his mouth at her ear.

  “Spread your legs.”

  “Oh God, yes,” she whispered, her face pressed against the car.

  He slid his cock between her tight cheeks while reaching with his hand to fondle her slick petals and that oh so hard clit buried there. She tiptoed, giving him better access.

  “You’re so wet for me.”

  “Yes,” she panted.

  He bit lightly into her shoulder and pulled her against him. Holding her against his body, he continued to play with her clit from the front. She rested her head against his shoulder, crying out. Holding her off the ground, he moved with her to the back side of the car and set her down.

  “Lean over the trunk baby.”

  When she did, Troy gripped her ass cheeks and moaned at how good she looked this way. He stepped in close and slid the head of his cock along her hot silk. She cried out and looked back. Troy slid in to the hilt, leaning over her so that his chest pressed into her back. He laced his fingers into her hair with one hand and pulled back a little, need making him reckless. Devyn
loved it. With his other hand, he reached for her hand and moved it between her legs. “Play with your pussy for me.”

  “Oh God, Troy.”

  His cock throbbed hard inside her as he turned her profile toward him, wanting to see her. He put his hand over hers, feeling her fingers on herself. “Are you ready for me to fuck you?”

  “Yes, yes.” She moaned the words, desperate and he pulled his cock out and plunged it back in, still maintaining a grip in her hair.

  “Fuck me Troy, do it, please.”

  That undid him. That beg. Fucking her was all he could think now. Fast and hard till he came inside her.

  He kept his eyes on her profile, on her lips parted for those mind blowing cries of pleasure as he pounded into her with a ruthless abandon, her yes, yes, yes fueling him on.

  “I’m coming, I’m coming,” she cried.

  Troy grabbed her waist and plunged in frantically, letting his orgasm take him. Devyn shuddered around his cock while he came hard and long, stifling a roar.

  When it was clear they were entirely done, he pulled out of Devyn, turned her limp body around and pulled her into a tight embrace, his lips buried in her shoulder. “Don’t fucking doubt me again. Please, I love you. Never doubt that, it kills me when you do.”

  She grasped his face between her hands and dove on his mouth. “I love you too,” she gasped, “more than anything!”

  It was the first time she’d said it. Troy groaned at how good those words felt, knowing he’d never been so happy in his entire life.

  Chapter Twenty Three

  Kassern sat on the balcony, waiting for Karly to finish in the bathroom. He shamelessly used his angelic hearing, listening to the rhythm of her heart beating, her every breath and sigh, the satisfied moan of having hot water that didn’t run out.

  Kassern tilted his head when he heard another kind of moan. He gripped the rail, feeling the rise in her temperature and pulse. His cock grew when she made those sweet noises he remembered far too well.

  His plan was to love her without sex, show her real affection, the kind she’d been denied all her life, from simple caresses and compliments to making her laugh, but heaven of heaven’s she made it hard. Really hard. In fact, it was proving downright impossible. Every breath she took made him want her more. Every moment became a test of his self-control.

  He was a little amazed about it, actually. Even without a sexual context, her behavior was so innocently sensual, his mind never failed to go there. She was a toucher, always stroking, trailing a hand over, sliding a fingertip across, any surface that presented itself. Whenever she touched something in passing with that obvious appreciation of texture, he couldn't resist imagining she touched him.

  A quickened breath took his mind back into the bathroom, and his own heart echoed the accelerated rhythm of hers. He would think she wouldn’t be so aroused with the absence of…of what? Of him? He was the only one who’d ever made her feel that good, this much he knew. Was she thinking of him? Resisting the temptation to pry into her sweet mind tested his limits. The idea she might imagine him while doing what she was doing drained the strength from his legs. And what was she doing? Exactly?

  He paced on the balcony, the temptation to project himself into that bathroom, no, into that tub with her, nearly overwhelming him. He listened as her breathing became labored and her heart thudded. Soft moans and gasps were accompanied by occasional small splashes, but finally her moans turned frustrated before ending with a sigh and splash of water.

  “Kassern?”

  He froze for a second then went to the bathroom door. “Yes?”

  “Can you…wash my back?”

  He clenched his eyes, hand trembling on the door knob. “Of course.”

  Opening the door, he kept his gaze averted, demonstrating self-control, showing her that it wasn’t all about her body, her luscious sweet, perfect body. Or about those amazing nipples, God what perfection. He knelt next to the claw foot tub and found a safe place to look.

  He was a warrior, he could do this. Eyes locked on the bubbles, he took the soapy sponge from her outstretched hand. She hugged her drawn up knees and he began the simple, normal task of washing her back. Seemed safe enough to watch the water cascade over her skin while she wasn’t aware he was looking. Until she glanced back and caught him.

  “Sorry,” he said.

  She kept her head turned, smiling at him. “For what?”

  For what, for what, focus. He suddenly didn’t want to tell her why. Telling her would just be admitting to the fact that he was weak. She needed strong. He needed strong. “That I’m not better at this back washing.”

  She gave a sweet laugh. “You’re doing fine.” She glanced back at him again. “Sooo, how long have you been an angel?”

  He smiled softly. “Since I was created.”

  "So you didn't like… live a regular life before?"

  Flattered by her interest, he shook his head and laughed. "Is any life regular? But no, I never lived as a human." Had never wanted to either. At least not until recently.

  For a moment, she just looked at him, studying. "When were you created?" A little nervous tension showed around her mouth, as if she were prepared to be shocked by his answer.

  "Honestly?" When she nodded, he continued. "I'm not sure. A very long time." The human mind couldn't comprehend the scope of universal time even if he could explain.

  “Wow. Do you like it? I mean I was thinking being an angel would be boring. The Bible talks about them singing holy holy holy to the lord God almighty day and night.” She shrugged. “Seems like it would get old.”

  Kassern’s laughter filled the bathroom. “Well, I do sing praises, sometimes, but for the most part, I patrol.”

  “Like a cop angel?”

  He sobered when his fingers touched her skin as he washed. “Yes, like a cop angel.” He dipped the sponge in the hot water and stroked it carefully over her back, again allowing his fingers to feel. Soft.

  She suddenly slid down and submersed all but her head in the mound of bubbles. He stared into her eyes and she smiled. “You’re so serious.” She lifted a leg out of the water. “Care to wash my feet?”

  He turned and looked at the perfect foot poised in the air. Anything to touch her. He held her ankle and dipped the sponge, running it softly over her arch. She squealed and wiggled her foot. “It tickles.”

  Tickles. Kassern’s gaze snuck along her leg. His breath froze when her hands waved in the bubbles, parting them so that he glimpsed those perfect petals between her legs. He jerked his gaze away, returning to her foot.

  “Mmmm, this feels so good. You know what I wish?”

  “What?” Kassern had never been so eager to fill wishes. Anything to keep his mind off of her body.

  “I would love a massage.”

  His hand froze and he met her smiling gaze. Great. She was testing him.

  She wiggled her foot again and Kassern took it into his hands and stared at the perfect toes. She curled, then flexed them up. “My feet are ugly, aren’t they.”

  It was a stated fact of life.

  “I was just thinking how adorable they were.”

  “Really?” Like she thought he were crazy but at the same time hopeful.

  He stroked the arch, his fingers slowing to feel everything.

  “Oh wow, you’re good.”

  Kassern couldn’t answer as he focused his fingers along the muscles and nerves that bore her slight weight. The moan she gave made his cock twitch.

  “I mean wow you’re really good. Of course you are, you’re an angel.”

  Kassern was oblivious to anything but feeling her. His eyes drifted shut as he worked his fingers over her ankle and then gradually her calf. Her every moan fueled him on along with the ecstasy of her silk wrapped muscles.

  Surely he'd never heard a sweeter sound in all his angelic life. Without even thinking, his fingers moved with perfection, creating more of those sounds. He brought her foot to his chest and pressed it
against him so he could use both hands.

  He didn't notice his t-shirt dissolving under her foot so that he could feel her against his skin. He also didn’t notice that his fingers worked their way down her leg and entered the water. He just couldn’t stop. Mesmerized by her racing pulse and the need resonating in her moans, his fingers explored the silky softness of her inner thigh. She was heaven wrapped in the flesh.

  “Kassern.”

  His eyes snapped open and his hand froze, realizing what he was doing. He jerked his hand back and stood. “I-I’m sorry.” What an idiot.

  She sat up abruptly and his eyes locked on her glistening breasts and erect nipples. Fire erupted in his veins, licking out of his eyes. He clenched them shut, turned, and left before he proved to her not even an angel could love her without wanting sex. What was he thinking? What was wrong with him? Was his angelic side losing to his human? Even so, that didn’t mean he shouldn’t have quality human traits! He looked down and finally realized he was shirtless. Just wow. He quickly donned another.

  Karly’s screech jolted through him and he flashed back into the bathroom. “What?”

  She grabbed him by the shirt and buried her face in his chest. “A spider!”

  To his horror, his shirt dissolved again. What an embarrassment. “A spider?” His words gushed through the excitement her touch brought. He quickly ushered her out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. “You don’t like spiders?”

  “No!”

  He couldn’t help but chuckle at the cute are you insane look on her face. Then she noticed his missing shirt.

  “You always walk around like this?” Her warm breath on his chest sent chills through him.

  “Yes.” No sense in telling her he was trying to keep his clothes on and her touch dissolved them.

  “Well?” She looked up at him. “Are you going to kill it?”

  “What, the spider?”

  Again he chuckled at her furrowed brows. Her way of saying you’re awfully slow for an angel.

  “I just told it to leave and never return.”

  Her eyes popped with amazement. “And it listened?”