Growing up, I was always one of a dozen of Raphael’s sons. He would come by and give me gifts now and then, and shower me with love and attention…but then he would leave again. He would always leave. Even so, I thought he was the greatest guy I’d ever met, and I would do anything to please him. When I got older, I realized he showered his many other sons with the same gifts and love and promises to visit more often. I wasn’t special in any way. I was just another one of his many kids.
I’m starting to feel that way with Olivia too.
I offer her a weak smile. “I can't expect you to only have feelings for me."
“The only feeling I have for Callan is loathing. But he is very powerful, so hopefully he can help you.” She leans back on the side of the bed and closes her eyes.
“And now you’re exhausted and need to feed again,” Araceli says with a sigh.
Liv waves her away. “I’m fine. Just heal my dad. Please.”
Right. The reason we’re here. I stand up again and face my patient, who already looks a lot better, though there’s still much work to be done. I rub my hands together, feeling Callan and Olivia’s energy bursting out of my skin, plus maybe a little of Bastien’s power in there too. I jump back into the healing with renewed vigor, fueled by Liv’s gift.
She grabs a pillow and a blanket and dozes on the floor while Araceli and I work through the rest of the night, only taking breaks for snacks and water. Together we manage to heal Gabriel completely by the time sunlight is streaming through the sliding glass doors. I’m tempted to crawl over to a sunny patch of carpet and fall asleep in it, like a dog.
Araceli leans against the headboard with her eyes closed, but I know she's not asleep because her hands still glow against Gabriel’s head.
“It’s done,” I say, and then collapse beside the bed.
A half-asleep Liv crawls to my side and wraps her arms around me. “Thank you for healing him.”
I lean my head against hers and close my eyes. “Anything for you.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Olivia
A loud knock on the dorm room door makes me jerk upright.
I blink the sleep from my eyes. The three of us all passed out on the floor after the healing finished, and my dad is still on the bed, though his wings are gone and his naked body has been covered with a blanket. Through the glass doors, the sun is high in the sky, and I check the clock and gasp. We’ve slept half the day away. No wonder someone has come to look for us.
There’s another loud knock on the front door. “Liv, are you in there?” a voice calls out.
"It's Callan," I whisper loudly to Araceli and Marcus, who are also waking up.
Father pushes himself up with a frown. “He can’t know about this.”
I'm so glad to see him awake that I rush to him and give him a big hug. He holds me close for a second, and then Callan bangs on the door again. I call out, “Be right there.”
Father stands, wrapping the blanket around him like a toga, and glances between Marcus and Araceli. “Thank you. I owe you both a great debt.”
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“Much better now, thanks to you and your friends. I’m going to the house to rest.”
“I’ll check on you tomorrow,” Marcus says.
“I’d appreciate that,” Gabriel replies. Then he vanishes.
“Stay in here and be quiet,” I tell Araceli and Marcus. I grab a robe to cover up my blood-stained nightie, before shutting my bedroom door on my way out.
I throw open my door to a red-faced Callan. I think if I waited another few seconds, he would have used his Erelim powers to blast through the door.
“What’s going on?” His eyes search behind me like there might be some hidden danger in my living room. “Have you been in here all day? You missed your morning classes.”
"I forgot to set my alarm.” I shrug and yawn. “I guess you wore me out last night.”
His eyes narrow and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t buy it. “Get dressed. You don’t want to be late to your next classes.”
“Yes, sir.” I tell him, before placing a kiss on his cheek. “Thanks for checking on me. It’s nice to know you care.”
He steps back and looks surprised, but then his lip curls in disgust. “Don’t get the wrong idea.”
“Yeah, yeah.” I roll my eyes, but my kiss worked in distracting him. “Now get out of here so I can shower.”
I practically close the door on his face, before rushing back to my room. Marcus is gone, no doubt heading back to his room to get some rest, and Araceli is asleep on the floor again. Bless my sweet friend. She didn't hesitate to help my dad, even though he's never done much to warrant her kindness.
She stirs and gives me a weary grin. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, although we’re missing classes.”
“It happens,” she says with a shrug and a yawn.
I help her up and give her a hug. “Thank you. Now go take a nap.”
“I will.” She hesitates, her face concerned. She holds onto my hand a little longer than necessary, and I realize she’s using her Malakim powers on me. “But what about you? I can feel how weak you are. You gave all your energy to Marcus for the healing. Now you need to feed again.”
“I’ll figure something out. Don’t worry about me. Just get some rest, okay?”
“All right.” She shuffles out of my room and back into her own, with another loud yawn.
I want to take a nap too, but I have an impatient angel outside waiting to walk me to my next class. Father doesn’t want anyone to know what happened, which means going back to my normal routine. I take a quick shower to wash the blood out of my hair, and a wave of exhaustion and hunger hits me. Shit. I’m definitely going to have to feed soon. But on whom? I can’t use Bastien again, not when he’s so weak. Marcus is definitely in no shape to feed me either, not when he used all his energy healing my dad. I just slept with Callan last night. I’m going to have to come up with another option, fast.
I raid the kitchen and find a banana, which I devour, along with a bottle of Gatorade. Araceli likes it after a tough healing lesson. Now I know why.
I walk out and give Callan a nod as he falls in step beside me. Once outside, I pause for a minute and soak up the sunshine. It’s the end of the summer, the day is scorching, and I instantly feel a little stronger. I should be able to make it through my classes, at least.
I get through Ishim class without jumping anyone, barely. The hunger is overwhelming, and I can’t decide if I should go back to Callan for round two and hope he can handle it, or sneak off campus to make a quick trip to a human town, despite the danger.
For now, I have to get through my next two classes.
Unfortunately, my next one is Angelic Studies, and it’s a serious lesson in self-control to last the entire hour without ripping Kassiel’s clothes off. Not an easy task when I already want to rip pretty much everyone's clothes off and suck their sexual energy from them with a straw. As soon as class is over, I'm going to have to make a quick trip to a nearby trucker bar. I can't wait any longer.
I practically jump out of my seat the minute class is over, but then Kassiel calls out, “Olivia, can you chat for a minute? I’d like to talk to you about your last essay.”
No, I really can’t, I want to yell, but then the other students would know something is up, so I clench my fists and take a deep breath before heading over to him.
I move beside his desk, and he wipes his whiteboard down with a damp rag while the last of the other students file out. Once the door clicks shut, he whirls around. “You need to feed, don’t you?”
“Is it that obvious?”
“Very, at least to someone who has met many Lilim before.”
I give him a nervous laugh. "I'll be okay. I’m heading out to find someone to feed on right now.”
“Who? A human stranger?” He moves toward me, his green eyes blazing with desire. “You know it’s not safe for you to leave campus.”
“Stop right there.” I hold my hand up to keep him from getting any closer. Damn him and his English accent and sexy scruff and that perfect body in his tailored suit. We both know this can’t happen, but it’s taking everything in my power to resist him, especially when his lust hovers between both of us.
He takes another step closer. “Let me help you.”
Without realizing it, I've backed away from him and pressed myself against the classroom door. The coldness in the wood seeps through my shirt, but it does nothing to calm my need. “You're my teacher. You’ll lose your job if we’re caught."
“We’ll be careful.” He offers his hand. All I have to do is reach out and take it, but still I hold myself back. “I’d rather you feed on me than some stranger, so I know you’re safe.”
“I’m so hungry, I might hurt you.” The conviction in my voice is fading. I'm still pressing myself against the door, but my resolve is weakening. And I'm pretty sure Kassiel's resolve disappeared the moment I stepped in the room.
“I can handle it. Trust me.”
I remember the power I got from him when we had sex before, and decide he’s probably right. He’s over a hundred years old, after all.
I rest my hand in his palm, and he closes his fingers around it. “And the risk?”
“Acceptable.” His mouth descends to mine, but stops shy of touching. “Besides, I don’t think I can wait until you graduate. Can you?”
I answer by closing the distance between our lips. Waiting is not an option anymore.
Kassiel's lips press against mine, soft and pliant, but neither of us can take it slow. Our tongues meet in a sensual dance as his hands roam my body and his desire flows over me, the sexiest appetizer. He wants me as much as I want him, even though he's not being fueled by my need to feed. Moaning my appreciation for his ardor, I press myself against him, unable to keep my body still. The friction of our bodies together only increases my need.
He buries his fingers in my hair as he explores my mouth. When he pulls my head back with a hand tangled in my locks, I gasp, chest heaving as I wait for him to press his lips to my neck. He takes his time, licking and nipping along my jaw, then the lobe of my ear, before moving to my neck.
I'm not idle while he enjoys himself. My hands roam his body, pushing his jacket off of his shoulders. He shrugs out of it without lifting his lips from my neck.
Kassiel's toned body is one layer closer to my hands now. I lose some of the initial frantic energy as he lavishes my collarbone with attention. He wants to take his time, apparently, but I'm starving here. With frenzied fingers I remove his tie and yank it off his neck. Then I feel for the buttons of his shirt and unbutton them as quickly as I can with my head still held in his grip.
"I wish we didn’t have to rush,” he says against my neck.
“We’ll go slowly next time,” I say without thinking. But now it seems obvious there will be a next time. There has to be. This thing between us is too powerful to resist.
He wraps his arms around me and grips my ass, pulling me as close as we can be without being naked. I lift my legs and wrap them around his waist, using his shoulders for leverage. When I'm in his arms, Kassiel walks us across the room without looking. His lips are on mine again, and his tongue is in my mouth, tasting. Teasing.
"Please," I whisper in his mouth. "I need you."
He sets me on the edge of his desk, then sweeps everything off it and onto the floor. Books. Notepads. Pens. All of it.
I'd managed to undo all but one of his buttons. I reach for it. “Off.”
His grin is mischievous as he looks down at himself. "What? You want to see my chest when yours is so woefully covered?"
I nod. "I do, Professor, if you please."
He steps back and takes care of the last button, then tosses his shirt onto the floor beside his jacket. I’m mesmerized by the sight of his taut abs and hard chest, along with the dark hair trailing into his pants.
I lick my lips. "I want to taste you."
When he hears that, his expression changes and I swear I see the devil in him. He reaches for his belt buckle. "How can I refuse my best student?"
For a succubus, a blow job is like eating dessert before dinner. Every act of sex has a flavor, and blow jobs are sweet, succulent. Rich. Humans can't survive on dessert alone, nor can I survive on blow jobs. But damn if I don't love to indulge.
Kassiel's belt hits the floor with a clank, and his black slacks fall a moment later, along with his boxer briefs. He's hard, as hard as it's possible for a man to be, and I forgot how perfectly sized he is. I suck him into my mouth, and he moans, his lust and attraction feeding my insatiable, gnawing hunger.
I could take my time and try to take him all in my mouth, down my throat. I could savor every lick, teasing, giving him big eyes and fluttering lashes. But I'm fucking hungry. His clenched hands in my hair spur me on to move faster, suck harder, and take him to the edge as fast as I can.
"Olivia, stop,” he commands, pulling me off him.
I’m so hungry for more that it’s hard not to latch onto him again, but I take a breath and calm down. That was just an appetizer. The real meal is coming soon. It better hurry though.
I open my blouse, revealing my pink lace bra. The weight of Kassiel’s gaze feels like hands caressing my skin. I know exactly what he can do with his hands, and I can't wait to experience it again.
“Take off your bra,” he says.
I unclasp my bra, and my breasts spill out of it. He grins, the devil in his eyes again, and then buries his face between them. With his hands on my ass again, he pulls me close and sits on the desk, then cups my breasts as he swirls his tongue around one nipple, then the other.
"I can't wait anymore," I said. "Please, Kassiel."
My pants fall around my ankles before I realize he's unbuttoned them. My core ignites, making my previous desire feel like a teenager's crush as Kassiel's fingers move between my legs and find my clit. He knows exactly what to do to make me writhe, moan, and cling to him as an orgasm builds inside me.
But then he pushes me back on the desk and climbs over me, wrapping my legs around him. His cock slips into me easily, filling me to the hilt. We both let out a sigh as we join together again after so long of waiting. With his hands flat on the desk on either side of my head, he begins a slow rhythm that tortures me in the best way, sliding all the way in and out of me so that I truly feel every second of it. I grip his ass and urge him on, craving more of him, feeling an intense desire to take everything he can possibly give me. I want it all.
And he gives it to me. Moving faster. Deeper. Harder.
He grinds me down against the desk as he hovers over me, his green eyes possessive, like a dark lord ravishing his lady. He gives me exactly what I need, and I give into it completely. Tiny explosions ricochet up my body and down my legs as the orgasm hits me. My low moan grows in pitch and volume while my inner muscles clench around his cock. When he comes, he says my name in a hoarse voice, holding me as tightly against him as he can.
"That was so much better than I remembered,” he says, before giving me a long kiss. I can't help but agree with him as he stands up and reaches for his trousers.
"I'll get dressed and get out of here before someone comes in,” I say, as I get up quickly. I'm not ashamed of what we did, but now that it's over and I’m in my right mind again, I'm worried about him getting caught. I couldn't stand if he left the school. Not now. Not while he's one of the few people I can trust.
“It’s fine. I don’t have any more classes today.” He grabs his shirt and begins slowly buttoning it. “What happened? You didn’t seem this hungry yesterday.”
I pick up my clothes off the floor. “I had to give my energy to someone else. It’s a long story.”
“You gave someone your energy?” He arches an eyebrow. “How?”
“I’m not really sure. I figured it was a succubus power I hadn’t learned yet.”
“No, it’s not. Or at least, I’v
e never heard of it. But you’re the daughter of an Archangel. Perhaps that’s your unique power.”
My eyes widen. For some reason, I never considered that. All Archangels—and Archdemons—have a unique power, as does anyone with their blood. That’s how my father can teleport, and how Jonah could change his appearance. I just never realized I would have one too. I suppose it’s because for the longest time I never felt like an Archangel’s daughter. But now I do.
I’ll have to ask Delilah about it next time I see her.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Olivia
That night, I go invisible and sneak off campus. I don’t care if it’s not allowed, or if it’s dangerous, or if Uriel will find out and I’ll get in trouble—I have to check on my father.
When I land at the house and step inside, Gabriel's on the couch. It doesn't look like he’s moved at all since arriving earlier and collapsing. He's still wearing the same bloody blanket wrapped around him.
"Father?” I ask softly, as I approach.
He opens his eyes and gives me a weak smile. "Hello, daughter.”
"How are you?"
“Better than when you last saw me,” he says with a grimace, then manages to sit up on the couch. He glances down at himself, as if he’s just realized he’s butt naked and covered in dried blood.
I keep my eyes averted. “You should take a shower and get dressed. I’ll make you something to eat.”
“Probably a good idea.” He manages to stand and takes a moment to check his balance, then heads off to his bedroom. I hear the sound of running water a minute later, and hope he’s okay in there by himself.
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