Flawed Angel (The Fall Book 1)

by J. J. Dean

  My right leg lifts of its own accord, hooking around Asher’s firm, muscled back. My ankles hook together, capturing him snugly between my thighs. A little pressure of my feet on his ass causes his denim covered groin to press against me in the best possible way, the friction sending white hot pleasure though my body and eliciting a gasp from my mouth. I'm cursing myself for wearing panties today when the need to feel him against my bare flesh sends my body into overdrive, goosebumps breaking out over my skin.

  His kisses deepen and a guttural groan pours from him when I rub myself harder against him from underneath his muscular frame. Suddenly he’s ripping himself away from me, sitting up in the bed until his ass rests on his heels. Large hands run up my ribs until they reach my bunched-up dress. With Asher leaning over me, I barely hear the distinct noise of material ripping. When the noise registers, I look down to find Asher has ripped my dress straight down the middle, exposing my entire body to him. With eyes filled with pure hunger, he looks over my bare skin, eyes lingering on my heaving chest. My nipples tighten painfully when his heated stare lingers.

  "I liked that dress," I whisper, my voice trembling from the desire racing through my veins.

  "Noah can make you another," he replies absently. He gives me a rare cheeky smile before he's kissing me quiet, sending my mind into a state of delirium where nothing exists but him and me.

  He pulls back slightly, and his gaze caresses every inch of bare skin, skimming over each tattoo. Soon his hands join in, traveling up my body starting from my lower belly, over my ribs where he traces one particular art piece that sends delicious shivers through my body, and up further still until both hands are filled with my breasts, massaging and teasing my nipples until they harden further.

  His head moves away from mine, and a long moan pours from my parted lips when his mouth latches on to the sensitive points. My back arches, pushing myself further into him and I'm rewarded with a graze of his teeth that sends a flood of liquid to my core.

  My legs clench around his waist dragging him impossibly closer, my soaked panties rubbing against his still jean covered shaft. With my head tilted backwards, I breathlessly mumble, "Clothes. You're wearing too many. Get them off."

  He complies, moving away from my nipples with a pop. His shirt is yanked over his head and I'm left staring at pure solid muscle, his defined abs a sight to behold. His Adonis belt peeks out from beneath his jeans, and I’ll admit they’re enough to make weaker women cry. His jeans are gone not a second later, impressing me with the speed he can rid himself of his clothing.

  With only the tightest boxer briefs that leave nothing to the imagination, he leans down to resume pouring his attention into my sensitive buds. He nips and lathers one after the other, turning me into a puddle underneath the attention, my needy whines and soft moans filling the empty space in the room.

  When I rub myself against him with more vigor, he must reach his limit when he yanks himself away from me and tears my panties from my body with an appreciative growl that sends a flush through my body. He lays back on top of me, and his mouth seeks mine for another deep kiss. I kiss him long and hard, simultaneously using my feet to pull his boxer briefs off, shucking them quickly until we're both bare and every inch of his skin brushes my overheated flesh.

  I'm thanking the above and below for Angels being immune to disease when I feel Asher’s impressive length sliding through the wetness between my folds and hits my clit with the perfect pressure that has me whispering profanities and clutching him tighter.

  Thankfully, Angel pregnancies work the opposite way to human pregnancies. I have to take a pill to get pregnant instead of taking one to prevent little Angel babies.

  “Ash, no more teasing. I need you. Inside me. Right now,” I whisper between gasps.

  He pulls his head away and his gaze connects with mine. He stares at me for a moment, his hungry gaze boring into me. I give him another squeeze with my legs and push my needy core towards him, giving him the confirmation he seems to be looking for. With his shaft already lined up, it takes him one sharp thrust until he's buried to the hilt deep inside me.

  "Fuck," he growls, the noise doing funny things to my body as my walls clench around him, adjusting to the sheer size of him.

  My walls grip him tight when he pulls his hard cock from within me and swiftly sheaths himself until he bottoms out, his hips flush against mine. Another deep growl has my pulse racing faster.

  He buries his face in the crook of my neck, breathing in and out deeply. When he seems to get control of himself, his hips begin a steady rhythm, sliding his shaft in and out of my body with strained control.

  I’m not prepared for the tender way he pours kisses over my neck and shoulder, holding me tightly but gently while he moves above me. Emotion has my breath hitching, and I cling to him tighter while his body conquers mine.

  His movements pick up speed, along with my breathing, the sounds of skin connecting with skin with every thrust fills the air around us. I meet him thrust for thrust, our movements becoming frenzied and desperate. He takes hold of my ass in his meaty palms, tilting my lower body higher, finding a new angle that has my toes curling and my back arching with pleasure. His cock finds the sweet spot deep inside me that has my orgasm rushing up quickly, clouding my mind with the need for release. My pussy tightens around him with a vice like grip when he pounds relentlessly in to me.

  "Fuck, Ash. I'm going to-" My words cut off when my orgasm rips through my body with one more thrust of Asher’s hips. He growls deeply before planting his mouth on mine, capturing every noise I make with my orgasm. He holds my body tight to his while my release takes over and turns my body into one big trembling noodle in his arms.

  Before I come down completely from my orgasm, his shaft slides in and out of me at a faster pace, Asher seeming to lose his restrained control. His hips smack into mine and before I know it another orgasm is teetering on the edge, every slick slide of his shaft pushing me closer and closer to the fall I desperately need.

  With one last pound of his hips, Asher suddenly stills above me, a long, guttural groan pours out of him with his release, spilling himself inside of me. It's enough to send me over the edge again and I'm shattering around his shaft for a second time, milking him dry until we're both breathing heavily, my body quivering from the aftershocks and his body going slack on top of me.

  We lie together for a few moments, holding one another tightly before he pulls back and kisses me tenderly. He sighs against my lips and pulls back. "You drive me fucking crazy," he grumbles breathlessly.

  I grin up at him before kissing him back deeply, tangling my hands in his hair.

  "Good. Now move your sexy ass. I need to clean up," I quip, inhaling a ragged breath when he pulls out of me and moves away, falling on his back in my bed with all of his naked glory on display.

  I climb out of the bed, careful not to christen the sheets with his release that's slick between my legs. I shed my ruined dress and walk towards the bathroom. I don't reach the room when I'm suddenly being twirled around and lifted, my legs automatically wrapping around Asher's waist. He pushes me against the wall next to the bathroom door, and whispers hotly against my ear, "That can wait," and impales me again with his rapidly hardening shaft.

  We spend hours exploring one another, tasting and learning one another's bodies, barely leaving the bed. Everything else is forgotten: my panic attack, the kidnapping, Lucifer. Nothing matters inside this bedroom other than Asher and the way he makes my body melt with every touch.

  Asher

  I watch her lying in bed sleeping soundly, her soft breaths coming easily, her back rising gently with every intake of air. The sheets are a tangled mess around her slim body, her bare back on display. The tattoo of a pair of stunning wings surrounded by various patterns and designs that takes up the entire expanse of her back proudly on show. If I look carefully, I can see where the long-jagged scars remain from where her actual wings used to lay.

  Her tatto
o covered arms are tucked tight to her body, gripping a pillow she's snatched as a replacement when I'd carefully climbed out of the bed. Her tattooless, toned leg is hitched high, smooth skin begging me to reach out and glide my hand over her, with her other tattoo covered leg snugly wrapped in the sheet. Her hair is a stark contrast to the white pillow under her head, fanning out around her like a dark halo.

  She's sprawled across the bed shamelessly, taking over the entirety of the king size, leaving no room for anyone but her. Tonight is the first night she hasn't had her nightmare. I've stayed up waiting, watching out for any signs that she's fallen into her own personal torture, but all that she displays is a soft smile as she sleeps, content and happy while she slumbers.

  Despite my gruff nature, I can't help but be in awe of her. Her strong will, crass way of talking, selflessness and determination is something to truly admire. I can't help looking at her and see an incredible person, not someone I was sent here to retrieve for Lucifer.

  She's beautiful, and not just on the surface. Everything about her is nothing short of stunning. From the way she laughs at Elijah's stupid jokes and teasing, or her thoughtful nature and the way she pays attention when one of us talks to her.

  I was sent to lure her away to a place she doesn’t want to be, convince her to side with Satan himself for a war she has no part in. Everything in me screams, pleads not to hurt the Angel, and I can't. I won't. I refuse to be a part of dragging this Angel down to Lucifer because… I'm pretty sure I fell in love with her without meaning to.

  The realization is almost like a physical slap to my face and I stumble backwards before my hand shoots out to catch myself on the wall. My heart pounds heavily in my chest, a beat skipping every now and then while the realization sinks in. I feel lightheaded and my vision becomes a little blurry.

  I love her.

  When the fuck did that happen?

  Now that I think about it, it mustn't have been long after officially meeting her at the cemetery. That mouth of hers drew me in instantly, her take-charge-no-shit attitude was like a flashing beacon to a moth - me being the moth in this scenario. I was helpless the moment she asked why I was hanging out with the dead. Or maybe it was the smirk she threw at me when she refused to give me her name. Either way, I was fucked from the get-go, and maybe I knew it the moment my eyes landed on her that day. In the short amount of time I’ve known the feisty woman, she’s gotten under my skin and I can’t stop thinking about her. It must have been the shameless cussing. It’s like a fucking siren call.

  I laugh quietly under my breath, the noise causing Luna to shift, her head rolling to the side to face my direction, still fast asleep but sporting a small frown. I can't help staring at her, the delicate lines of her face, her plump lips that I remember the feel of all too well.

  Unable to resist the urge to walk over to the bed, I make my way over and crouch. I stroke a soothing hand over her purple locks, pushing it away from her face and tucking a stand gently behind her ear. She sighs, a blissful look of peace replacing her frown. It's as though my touch alone has lessened whatever had been weighing subconsciously on her mind.

  It's that look that's my deciding factor. That look of contentment at nothing but a stroke of my hand is the final push I need.

  I lift myself up from my crouched position and pull my discarded t-shirt on, my grey sweatpants already in place and hanging low on my hips after I went to grab a fresh pair of pants once Luna fell soundly to sleep.

  I leave the room as quietly as I can, shutting the door with a soft click of the latch. I run a hand through my midnight blue hair and take a deep breath before making my way down the stairs. I move towards the kitchen where I left my mobile, and when I get to the island counter and pick up my cell, I notice Eli leaning against the opposite counter with a bowl of cereal and a mischievous grin on his face.

  "Well, nice of you to grace me with your presence, bro," he gives me a wink and I roll my eyes at his banter, turning away to hide the smile I want to give him.

  "What're you doing up, anyway, caveman? I assumed it would have taken the entire power of Hell to tear you away from Luna," he jokes, but the curiosity is evident.

  "Seems I have a phone call to make," I grumble, shaking my phone in his direction. I turn to lean on the counter, putting my back to him. I scroll through my numbers and find the one I'm looking for. Before I press the green button to dial, I hear Eli set his bowl down, the clattering of ceramic and metal clanking when he sets it on the marble countertop. He's then in front of me, moving on silent feet.

  "What number do you need to call?" he asks, though he likely already knows. Eli has a keen sense of what goes on in my mind considering the amount of time we spend together.

  "I can't do it. I'm calling him to tell him I refuse the job. I'm not hurting her, something we already decided, and I can't keep lying. He'll find out sooner or later, so I'd rather do it now."

  Eli looks at me with concern, studying my face. After a tense moment, he asks, "You sure about this? Have you told Luna?"

  I shake my head and tell him, "Luna doesn't know. She's been asleep for the last hour. But I'm sure. No more lies and hiding shit. I'm not giving Luna up to that bastard when we know what he'll do with her and I'm not having him hanging over our heads any longer."

  After a couple of seconds, he gives me a broad smile and pulls me into a brotherly hug, clapping my back a couple of times before letting go.

  "Best plan I've heard from you in a long while, bro. Count me in. Flower will have a hard time getting rid of us once you're done with your call."

  He gives me another slap on the back before heading towards our room. I focus back on my phone and press the dial button to begin the first call I dread with all of my being.

  "Asher, how nice of you to call," comes a grating voice from the other end. My spine stiffens and I take one last deep breath before I seal my fate.

  "Boss" I reply, my heart thundering uncomfortably in my chest.

  "I assume you're calling to update me on the plan. Is she close to deciding yet? Your last call was somewhat... lacking." Lucifer's deep throaty voice trickles through the phone.

  Sucking in a deep breath, and letting it go slowly, I brace myself to tell him the bad-for-him news. Here goes fucking nothing.

  "Actually, Boss, she's decided. She's staying on Earth. Her decision remains the same and..." I pause before pushing through. "And I'm staying on Earth to watch over her. I refuse to force her to choose when she's already made up her mind. She doesn't deserve it. I won't be the Angel to lure her into doing something she's not willing to do with her own free will."

  I'm breathless by the time I finish my sentence and there's eerie silence coming from the other end of the phone, not even the sound of Lucifer's breathing can be heard. The silence has my anxiety growing, until the Angel finally replies.

  "I see," he grinds out, his voice colder than I've ever heard it. My skin breaks out in chills. "And your brother?"

  "Boss?" I question tentatively.

  He waits a beat before elaborating. "Does your brother hold the same sentiment? Or can I count on him to do the job I sent him to do?"

  "He'll be staying with me," I clip out, my teeth grinding together while I wait impatiently for this conversation to end so I can get back to the sleeping Angel lying naked in bed.

  "Well, then. In that case, if you're not going to do the only job I ordered of you, then I have no use for you," he replies ominously, his voice void of any emotion.

  Before I can respond with useless questions, the line goes dead. I look at the device in my hand, the screen blank, confirming that he hung up on me. Unease settles in my chest, the prickling feeling of foreboding presses down heavily on my shoulders.

  Trying to brush the feeling away, I walk back to the bedroom where Luna still rests peacefully. I walk through the door and shut it gently behind me, throwing my shirt off when the door closes. I'm only two steps into the room when pain splits up my back, my knees ca
ving in from underneath me. I land heavily on the floor, gritting my teeth against the agony that feels like a thousand knives embedding themselves in the entire expanse of my back. My chest tightens and I can't catch my breath. That is until another wave of pain shoots through my body and I'm forced to inhale sharply.

  "Ash? You okay?" Lunas sleep filled voice infiltrates the pain filled fog in my brain and I look up at her. She’s lying on her side just where I left her.

  When I don’t respond, grinding my teeth together to stifle the cries of pain that are on the verge of tearing from my mouth, Luna turns over groggily until she’s facing where I’m still hunched over on the floor, hands clenched tightly, teeth gritting together so tight that they almost meld with one another.

  I watch the moment she realizes I’m not okay. I watch as her face goes from sleepy and satisfied to horrified and agonized, unable to do a damn thing about it when the invisible fire stroking my back gets ten times hotter.

  My effort to bury the sounds of pure torture is shattered and I can't help but release an agonizing scream when yet another wave of pain laces itself around my body. My coal black and tainted blue wings burst out from underneath the skin on my back, knocking shit over in the process, but I can't focus on anything but the searing agony that's racing over my hunched form.

  There's a sharp bolt of pain right where my wings connect with my back and I hear the sickening sound of bones cracking and breaking. I can feel the moment it happens through the pain, the moment my wings snap from between my shoulder blades and fall - to what was once a white wooden floor - in a mess of blood, bone and black and blue feathers.

  "No. Fuck. Asher what the fuck have you done?!" Luna screams, her voice cutting through my disorientation the pain has left me in. She pushes herself out of the bed and runs over to me, the sheet still tangled all around the body I'd worshipped all night.

  I double over on the floor when one last wave of pain rushes through my body, and fall on to my stomach on the stained floor, my head still facing Luna. My breathing is heavy, every intake as painful as the next, and I’m on the verge of passing out. Black spots dance in my vision and my head feels like it's filled with cotton.