“I have to get home to my mother,” Kari insisted. “I have to keep her away from Kaphawn. I guess we have to get a motel room or something. Rahmiel, I need to go.”
“All right. I’ll take you home. Kaliel, Lemuel and the boys are tracking me, so once I leave here they may pop up again to throw me in a cell. So I will need Tehmuel to check on Kari frequently.”
Kaliel frowned. “Lemuel is trying to put you in holding when Kaphawn is loose?
Many humans have died?”
“Many humans have died, but nothing like in the past. Not so far. I managed to wound him tonight before he disappeared, so he will be weak and looking for easy prey. People he knows about, like Kari’s mother. He has yet to reach full strength.”
Kaliel nodded. “Tehmuel will be back soon with the other woman. You can take him with you to get Kari’s mother, bring her here where she is certain to be safe. Don’t worry about Lemuel. I will call him to the Assembly.”
“You can call the Assembly?” Rahmiel asked, surprised.
Kaliel grinned. “You’ve been gone a long time, Rahmiel. Women are now on the Council, and have been for a thousand years. I am on the High Council.”
“That’s the best news I’ve heard in a long time.” He paused. ”If you can arrange it, and keep me out of a cell, I would like to talk to the Guardians about a possible plan. If I could have more manpower, I think I know a way to get rid of this demon for good. He is far from having full strength.”
“I will see what I can do.”
Rahmiel turned to Kari. “Since you mother won’t arrive until later in the day, we do not need to be at your home tonight. It would not be the safest choice. It is around midnight there, so we have time to sleep. Tomorrow we can make our plan, and get your mother.”
“I can offer you a room,” Kaliel said. “And I think I can get you a meeting with the Guardians, Rahmiel. I know I can keep you out of a cell—for a while, anyway.”
“Thank you.”
At that moment, Tehmuel and Tressa phased into the room. Kari ran to Tressa and gave her a tight hug.
“I was so worried the demon had gone for you. Amber got hurt, but she’ll be okay…” Kari babbled on, until Rahmiel gently pulled her away and wrapped his arms around her.
“Wow,” Tressa said. Her eyes were huge as she looked around the crystalline walls and sumptuous furniture in the room. “May I see Amber?”
“Certainly. In fact, her room has two beds. You can sleep in there with her. I’m Kaliel, by the way. Auriel’s mother and Tehmuel’s daughter.”
Her voice faded as she guided Tressa up the stairs.
“Come, let us find a room. Tehmuel, do you know what room Kaliel would have for us?”
Tehmuel took them up the lacy stairs, but down a different corridor, to a large hallway that had a grouping of stairways spiraling up. “Take the third stair. I think you will like the room.”
* * * *
Kari groaned when she saw the stair case. It went on forever.
Rahmiel laughed. “You don’t think we are going to walk up those stairs, do you?”
He swept her into his arms and into the air. “They are all for the look. Angels never use them.”
Rahmiel deposited her on a large velvet-covered bed, in the most extraordinary room she had ever seen. The walls were all crystal, but somehow they magnified the stars overhead, and the room glittered with sparkling light.
“Oh, look at the stars, Rahmiel.”
Rahmiel pursed his lips and looked up, briefly. “Yes, stars. I’ve seen them. Stars don’t interest me.”
“But they are so beautiful.”
“I see only one thing of true beauty in this room.” He came up behind her and ran his hands up and down her arms. “Hair like russet silk, skin like a petal of an ivory rose. Enchanting…”
He pulled her hair to one side and she felt his warm breath on her neck. It made her shiver.
He wrapped his arms around her as he did when they flew and she glanced down and saw that his wounds were nearly gone. However, blood still smeared her shirt.
“I have nothing to wear,” she complained. “I’m all grubby, and in this beautiful place, getting it dirty.”
“Take off your clothes,” Rahmiel’s voice was husky. “You will be the jewel in the setting. And I can have your clothing cleaned.”
“Really? Angels do laundry?”
He smiled. “We have our ways.” He moved his hands down to the hem of her shirt and pulled it off, then slid her shorts down her hips.
He spun her around. “This is pretty,” he said, moving a finger over her lace covered breast, “but what’s under it is truly lovely.” He opened her bra and pulled it off slowly.
“Yes, perfect.”
Her heart rate, already fast, went up another notch. Then his fingers slipped under the lace at her hips and pulled her panties down.
He scooped up the clothes and placed them in a beautifully carved cabinet. He turned and paused, looking at her for a long time. He ambled toward her, gazing at her body the whole while. Kari felt her cheeks get hot under his perusal.
As he reached her he looked into her eyes, and tipped her chin up when she tried to duck her head, embarrassed.
His eyes glinted in the star light, and they looked so serious. She could see desire there, but there was something else, as well. Did he care for her, really? Would they be together when Kaphawn was no longer a problem?
His finger left her chin to trace her lips. He pressed a finger tip between her lips and desire shot through her. She slicked her tongue over it.
He bent and kissed her, and her arms went tight around his neck. She buried her hands in the soft feathers of his wings.
In a swift move, they were on the bed, Rahmiel half on top of her.
“Are you still sore, sweet Kari?”
“I don’t think so…but you can make my soreness go away if there is any. So there’s only pleasure, right?”
“Only if you wish it. I do not want to make things hazy. I want you right here with me.”
His kiss was firm this time, tongue thrusting hard and fast. He pulled away and moved his mouth to her neck, where his caress was just as strong and passionate, as though he was devouring her. She felt herself melting with moisture.
He moved to her breasts and flicked his tongue across one nipple. “I can’t get enough of you.” His lips closed over one nipple and she moved restlessly against him at the sweet torture.
“Is it the bond? Is that why you desire me?” she asked.
He chuckled, a rumble against her breast. “Oh, I would desire you, with or without the bond. But it does make it more exciting for me. Sparks of pleasure run through my body when I touch you.”
“Yes, I feel that, too.”
“I want you to feel more than sparks of pleasure.” His fingers trailed down her stomach.
Kari sucked in a breath and swallowed hard. She threaded her fingers through his hair and made herself relax until his wet tongue gave slow licks to her nipple. Her body jerked in reaction.
“This huge room…you can probably do the flying sex thing. Is that your favorite way?”
She ran her hands through his hair as he feasted on her nipple.
He stopped and looked up at her. “I do like it in flight. But there are other ways.”
He returned to her nipples and licked one hard. She drew in a breath and wondered if he knew how crazy she was about him. One touch and she was wet and eager.
“What about two Angels, do they fly together?”
He looked up and raised his eyebrows. “You want to talk about Angel sex? You could be having Angel sex. Wouldn’t that be better?”
“Maybe I just want to have plain old human sex.” She wiggled away from him toward the middle of the bed.
He crawled after her. “Does that mean I get to be on top?”
“Sure.“ She made herself speak casually, but her heart pounded. “We can take turns.”
“So it is my
turn on top, right?” He crawled over her, imprisoning her between his arms and legs. She could feel the tip of his penis graze her stomach.
He shifted so his hips were heavy on her pelvis, and now she could feel the tip of his cock barely touching her lips.
“Being on top is important to you?” her breathless voice ruined her teasing tone.
“You’re wet,” he rumbled against her throat. “So warm and wet. And you smell good. Did you know that?”
“Well, I did take a bath in the Ether. After you left.”
“You want me.” He scooted down and licked a nipple again, his eyes not leaving her.
“I admit I do like this.” She swallowed.
“It is not just the bond? There are other qualities about me that you enjoy?”
She was surprised that he asked. Perhaps he wanted more than just a sexual relationship?
“There are other attractive things about you,” she whispered. “I like that you listen to me. I like that you are willing to face that demon so others won’t die.”
“It is my duty,” he said, but he looked pleased.
“You could refuse to do it. It looks like the other Guardian Angels have refused to fight it.”
She paused, and then drew a breath. “Do you like things about me, besides the sex?” She ducked her head so he couldn’t see her face. If he was all about the sex, it would hurt. She didn’t want him to see how vulnerable she was about him.
He smoothed her hair. “Yes, Kari. I like many things about you. You are true to your friends. That is important, because who could trust someone who is not a good friend?” He pressed a kiss on her forehead. “In the past, human women often seemed afraid of me, which made me uncomfortable. I did not know what to do to make them relax around me. But you are not afraid of me…”
He paused and Kari peeked at him. His serious expression made her smile. Perhaps he was finding this binding as confusing as she was. She threaded her hands through his hair and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. That led to other kisses.
“I haven’t bathed since we were flooded back in the Ether,” Rahmiel said when their mouths parted.
“Do they have a bath here?”
“Yes, but I don’t know what type. And if it is tiny then I can’t be on top.” He stuck out his lower lip in the pout that sent shivers running through her.
“What if I promise you can have a turn on top as soon as possible?”
He grinned. “Are you saying I smell bad?”
She giggled. “No. But you do have dried blood on your arm and chest.”
Suddenly he clenched his arms around her and they were air born. “The bath is through here.”
The bath sparkled with cut crystal, awash in star shine, bright enough that she could see Rahmiel clearly, even the pale gold down on his chest, arms and legs. His cock was erect, grazing his belly, and she could see the blue veins that ran its length in the amplified starlight. His eyes seemed to catch the light that rained down upon them and shined bright blue.
“Can people—Angels—see us?”
“No, don’t worry about that. It is made for privacy.” Rahmiel put her down in a shallow area of a pool of warm water.
There were small waterfalls cascading from great heights into pools surrounded by greenery and flowers, their bright colors muted by the light. Mist formed in the pools and the air was warm and fragrant.
Rahmiel poured the contents of a small decanter into the warm water under the fall and it soon filled with fragrant bubbles.
“Come,” he said, and lowered himself into the pool, which slanted at an angle to make stretching out easier.
The water felt silky, almost as if it had oil in it, though she could feel no oily residue on her skin. Rahmiel slid down behind her. His hands found her breasts and the soft bubbles made his fingers slippery as he caressed her. Lips and teeth licked and nibbled her neck until she squirmed, wiggling her buttocks against his rigid cock. She slid her hand behind her back and teasingly caressed the tip of his shaft, enjoying the slick smooth feel.
“The bubbles taste sweet,” he said, and slid a finger into her mouth.
It was true. His finger had a slight fruity flavor. She pulled his finger deeper into her mouth and licked it with her tongue, while his finger gently chased and caressed her tongue.
“I’ve changed my mind about being on top,” he whispered. He lifted her by her hips and gently eased her down onto his cock. “Am I hurting you?”
“No. Feels good,” she moaned and wiggled a little.
“Very nice,” he whispered into her hair. “Now let’s see what kind of sprayer this bathroom has.” He clutched her across the chest, with one arm, and leaned to one side, where he investigated the shelf of plants that encircled the bath.
“Here we are.” He placed a slender flexible tube in the water.
“What’s that?”
“You’ll see. You’ll like it.”
He held the tip between two fingers, and moved it right onto her clit, where he circled it round and round in the silky water.
“Now,” he whispered, and water began to pulse out onto her clit from the tube. He continued to circle her clit with the tube between his fingers.
The pleasure was intense, but she knew that just a tiny bit more pressure and it would become painful. Her legs, floating in the water, jerked spasmodically. She could barely breathe.
Then he pulled it away, and her clit throbbed. She squirmed in frustration. “Don’t stop,“ she whispered. She didn’t have enough air to speak louder.
Deep inside, Rahmiel made tiny, hard bumps into her core, more of a rocking motion. “You’re going to come so hard,” he whispered, his voice raw and hoarse.
“When you do, when I can feel your pussy tightening around me, I’m putting you over that shelf and I’m going to do it hard.” He placed the spurting water back on her clit, circling it around.
His words inflamed her further, and she groaned.
Somehow he turned up the pressure on the tube, but it didn’t hurt like she thought it would. Instead she felt frozen, held tightly in place by the power of the slender stream of water. Her voice came in harsh gasps. She gripped his muscled thighs so tight her fingernails dug into his flesh. She could feel her orgasm building within her, and knew it was going to be tremendous. She held her breath, and it happened. She shattered, her pussy clenching hard around him as the pattern of sparkles behind her eyelids seemed to explode.
Rahmiel pressed her onto the cool tile so quickly it made her dizzy. Rahmiel rammed into her from behind, and her pussy clenched again, tighter this time, the pleasure so intense she nearly passed out as her body careened into another orgasm.
* * * *
Later, when he could move, Rahmiel lifted her limp body into his arms and cradled her against his chest. She was so lovely, her eyes dark and soft, lips a little swollen.
“I don’t think I can move,” she whispered, threading her arms around his neck.
He bathed her clean from their fluids, and flew her to the big bed because she declared her legs were unable to hold her up, she was so tired. She fell asleep as soon as he pulled the covers up, and he stroked her hair while she slept. He held her close for a long time, unable to sleep. His feelings for her were strong. Stronger than he’d ever had for a woman before.
Was this love? Or was it the bond? He wasn’t sure. He knew he didn’t want her out of his sight. He was frightened that something would happen to her, between Kaphawn and the idiot Guardians . She is precious to me. If Lemuel throws me in ice, I can get to Ether.
I might not be able to be with her, but I can watch her, maybe be with her now and then. But shedeserves more.
Their future together seemed blocked by many obstacles. If only there was a way he could make it easier for them to be together. He was tired, too. He rested his head on her breasts and drifted off.
Chapter Eleven
Kari woke in the night. Rahmiel’s head was on her stomach and he was sound
asleep. She stroked his hair and marveled at the length of his lashes.
Will we still be together when the demon is beaten? How can we? He can’t live on Earth. Itdoesn’t sound like the Overworld is a very welcoming place for him, either. Maybe he doesn’teven care about a future with me when the demon is gone. Kari tried to convince herself it was just the sex and the bond with Rahmiel she felt. But she knew she was in love with him even though it had only been a short while. It was going to hurt when this was all over.
She made herself quit thinking about the future or a possible relationship, because she was beginning to feel weepy. They were together under extraordinary circumstances. Who knew what the future would bring? And they still had to face Kaphawn.
Even worse, I have to face Mom.
In the morning, Kari was pleased to find her clothes clean. Rahmiel hustled her into the gorgeous bath where he lifted her up against a sunny crystal wall and taught her how to have a quickie, with her legs wrapped around his waist, his large hands cupping her buttocks and his fingers doing naughty things all the while. Then they showered, dressed and went down to the dining room.
The dining room was on a terrace made of blue veined marble and shaped in scallops. Broad stairs led to a garden full of bright flowers. Food covered an enormous table of the same stone.
“Good morning,“ Kaliel greeted them. “I trust you slept well. Please help yourself to the meal.”
“Your table is lovely,” Kari said. She sat down near Tehmuel, who had a plate heaped with food.
Kari was pleased to find fruit and bread. There was a creamy white substance that she thought might be whipped cream or butter, so she avoided it. Rahmiel ate some type of meat, ham maybe, cut in fancy shapes. She refused that.
“You need to eat something besides fruit and bread,” he said.
Kari popped a grape into her mouth and looked at him through her lashes. “You don’t get to tell me what to eat.”
“Be reasonable, Kari. You need meat.” He placed a large scoop of the shaped food onto her plate.
He was right, she did need protein, but now she was mad.
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