Summon Toren (Archangels Creed #3)

by Daniels, Kenra

  She watched him lower his head with his hesitation.

  “You do what? You have wings, you’re, you’re some kind of angel. I think. Are you bad?”

  “Do you think I am?”

  She shook her head then nodded. “Yes, I do. You must be.”

  He grinned at her, it was such a sexy look. He couldn’t be good. “Why? Because I…”

  Again he hesitated. “Why do you keep stopping, is it bad? What do you want with me? To kill me?”

  He frowned. “No. Why would I want to kill you? You’re…”

  She frowned. “Oh my God you did it again. Did you hit your head when you fell from Heaven?”

  He chuckled. “I didn’t fall from heaven, I’m just…worried.”

  “About what?”

  “About what you will think and how you will feel about me now that…”

  She swallowed nodding. “Now that you grew wings and did impossible things back there to those other impossible things. I think you need to be more worried about me losing my mind because I can say it’s not looking too great for me at the moment.”

  “I was going to tell you.”

  “But you didn’t because…because you got so distracted with my sex appeal and beauty.”

  He leveled his serious gaze on her, making her heart skip a beat. “Exactly.”

  She snorted a dry shaky laugh. “That was a goddamn joke,” she whispered.

  He shook his head. “Not for me.”

  She covered her face with both hands and moaned. “I’m dreaming, I must be dreaming. I’m down with the flu bad.” She stopped her rambling when he moved and sat right next to her.

  “I’m real.” He took her hand and placed it on his steaming hot chest. “Feel me. I’m real. And I…want you.”

  She had to whimper at that one. “Why are you even here,” she barely made her voice work.

  He lifted her hand to his lips and stared her in the eyes while he pressed soft kisses to her fingers. “I’m Toren. The Mercury Warrior of the Fifth Universe. And I’m on a mission to stop a great evil on Earth.”

  She fought to focus on the meaning of his words but it was hard when his breath and lips warmed her fingers. “Those…things back there?”

  “They’re part of it. A small part.”

  Sam couldn’t dismiss him as nuts. Not after seeing it with her own eyes. And he was too damn real to say she was hallucinating. “What…how do you plan to…why are you messing around with me? I don’t understand, I know damn well I’m not that pretty or sexy. What are you really doing here?” She hated the tremor in her voice.

  He stared at her for several long seconds, seeming to consider his words. Which made her nervous. “I’m here to create a warrior. I am supposed to find two humans that are in love, get them to marry, and use the power of their consummation to create a hybrid warrior suitable for this operation. I give a portion of my angelic powers to them and in exchange I inherit a portion of their humanity.”

  She narrowed her gaze. “Did you…did you do that… is that why you’re…” she flicked her finger toward him, “…all into me? Cause you’ve inherited this humanity?”

  He shook his head. “No. I liked you before this.”

  She snorted. “It would take a damn angel to be into me.”

  “I’m Toren. The Mercury Warrior. ”

  She nodded slowly, trying to figure out why the repeat. “And so that means…you’re not just any old angel is what you’re saying. And you don’t appreciate me acting as though liking little ole me is dumb.”

  He raised his brows. “Exactly. You don’t know your own beauty and strength. That’s understandable. But to say that I don’t, is…yes, pretty foolish.”

  She pffted with a role of her eyes all while her heart went rabid with excitement. “Where’s this human couple then?”

  He shrugged, looking at her chest before raising his gaze back to hers. “They’ll come along.”

  “They’ll come along.” She nodded absently. “And how do you know? You…see into the future?”

  “No. Well, not exactly. I just pray and it happens.”

  “Really.” She couldn’t keep the oh please out of her tone. “So they’re just gonna show on up at our front door.”

  “That’s the idea.”

  Geeze he was starting to sound way too much like Josephus.

  “Don’t insult me.”

  She snapped her gaze to his. “Say what?”

  “I said don’t insult me. I can hear your thoughts. Yes, especially yours.”

  She gasped, offended.

  “I can’t help it with you it seems.”

  “Well you had better start helping it Mr. Fancy Angel, thoughts are private.” She gasped again. “How long have you been listening to them?”

  “I began hearing them when you passed out at the truck.”

  “Oh thank God.”

  He grinned at her and licked his lower lip, making her stomach flip. “But I knew your thoughts way before that.”

  She choked on a light huff. “And how the hell?”

  He narrowed his gaze like the answer pained him. “You’re body tells me.”

  “Body language?” She snorted, picking at the covers in her lap. “Please, I gave no such signals.”

  “Oh yes you did. And you are now.”

  Her heart raced and again her stomach flipped along with a tingle between her legs. “Are not.”

  His eyes rolled shut and he took in a deep breath. “I can smell your arousal.” He opened his eyes slowly and pinned her with his seductive and tormented gaze. “I can even taste it.” His eyes rolled shut again and he shook his head a little. “Makes me…makes me have to taste you more.”

  This time when he looked at her, Sam swallowed. Shit. He meant like now. She suddenly felt like she was being tugged from inside her blood. Oh hell, she was. “Toren,” she whispered, crawling on the bed toward him like a sleek panther. His eyes riveted to hers as he continued pulling her until her lips were right before his. He angled his head and leaned in. Sam’s lips parted when the tip of his warm tongue swept slowly over them. “What are you doing?” she gasped lightly.

  He angled his head the other way and licked again, a slow, sensual lick. “Tasting you.”

  Hunger slammed into Sam and when he licked a third time, she parted her lips and reached for his tongue with hers. When their tips touched, his gasp hit her mouth and fueled the fire in her blood. She moaned and climbed into his lap, taking his face into her hands and kissing him with a boldness, reaching as far into his delicious mouth as she could to taste. His hands surged up her sides, under her t-shirt, firm and hungry on her skin. He groaned deeply between ragged breaths.

  “God, I want you,” she whispered. “I need you.” She reached for the hem of his t-shirt and he stripped it off. Sam sat in his lap and began tasting his chest. When he tried to pull her to his lips, she pushed him onto the bed and forced his arms down. “My turn,” she gasped. “Be still.”

  She straddled his waist and sat on his groin, moaning at how hard he was. She moved her butt on him, stroking his erection.

  He got up on his elbows, watching her. “Take off your shirt,” he whispered, staring at her chest, eager.

  Sam hesitated. Why that? He looked up at her with such an intense need, breathing harder. “I have to see you, please.”

  To hell with it. She tore her shirt off but couldn’t resist covering herself after. That tugging sensation occurred in her arms then. Her hands moved of their own accord until they were holding on to his legs behind her. Toren’s jaw worked as those bright eyes studied her breasts intently before they slid like liquid silver up to hers. “Don’t ever hide them from me.” His voice was thick and severe. He lowered his gaze back to her chest and Sam felt her back arching until the small mounds jutted forward. She gasped at feeling him controlling her. It was scary and yet…excitingly erotic.

  He reached with an index finger and slid the pad slowly over her nipple, watching it intent
ly as though he waited for it to do something amazing. Heat shot into her core and she ground her hips on his hard shaft beneath her butt, needing relief and stimulation. He looked down at what she was doing, his hands dropping to her waist and moving her harder on him, his sexy mouth open and his forehead furrowed in ecstasy. Sam would die if she didn’t make him feel good. He almost behaved as though he’d never…

  She paused, wondering. “Are you…a virgin?”

  He looked up at her, wonder and innocence in his gaze. “I’ve never…done this before.”

  Oh wow. The idea this was his first time made her want to make it holy shit amazing. “Did you like it…when I sucked you?”

  His eyes rolled up and his brow creased with agony. “Yes.”

  Sam gasped. “Do you want me to suck you now?”

  He didn’t answer with words but it was clear he was desperate for exactly that. The idea that he’d never experienced the pleasure before was such a damn turn on for Sam. And sweet as hell. Heaven.

  Sam got off him and slowly removed his jeans. He seemed suddenly a tad hesitant like it was unfamiliar territory now. Like he knew what to do for her but was clueless about his side. Why did he even know what to do for her? “Are you…allowed to do this? I don’t want to get you in trouble.”

  Toren hissed like her words hurt and his mouth opened in what looked like ecstasy.

  “What’s wrong what did I—”

  Still up on his elbows, he gritted his teeth then put his head back. “Do it. Please.”

  The desperate raw edge in his voice lit her up in a way that was new. She stripped him down and then herself. Then she laid on her back next to him on the bed and looked at him. “Like this.”

  He didn’t have to be told twice or explained to. He got up and straddled her head, knees on either side. Sam gasped at how he looked from that angle. His cock was enormous and his glorious abs and chest went on forever ending at that handsome face drawn in harsh lines of desire. She would give him the orgasm of his life.

  She took hold of his cock and stroked it softly, watching his muscular abs heave. He put his hands on his head, watching her, seeming astonished, that sexy mouth open. She leaned and licked the slit as she stroked his abs then kissed the tip repeatedly. His gasps were shocked. “Make it go deeper,” she whispered, laying her head on the bed. Toren opened his knees and brought his shaft lower. Low enough to get the entire head into her mouth where she moaned and sucked at it, her tongue swirling along that thick ridge. Toren gasped and fell forward, his hands on the bed. Sam angled her head up to accommodate him.

  “Oh Father in heaven,” he gasped, moving his hips slowly, making his thick shaft move in and out of her mouth.

  Sam moaned all over him, holding the base with one hand and stroking his balls with the other. The skin was tight and hairless. He became more aggressive, moving faster, his groans more feral. She grabbed hold of his waist and squeezed, feeling his warm muscles going from silky cords to solid rock beneath her fingers. She stroked his abs and chest, her own moans becoming desperate with his ecstasy.

  “Sam, Sam, Sam,” he half groaned and gasped. “Feels…so good, God so good. Sam!” His words made her squirm, the way he said them, the way he called her name, like he was dying from the pleasure. “It’s…” He grunted and moved his hips faster. “…happening!”

  Sam took hold of him and sucked him faster, helping guide him into that mysterious bliss. She wondered if he’d do it in her mouth when he suddenly pulled out with a roar.

  Sam moved quickly onto her knees before him and stroked his length with one hand while finding his mouth and kissing him. His first orgasm. Wow. Toren opened his mouth for her and Sam literally tasted his ecstasy, sucking his lips and tongue, tasting every savage groan and grunt while he came long and hard, his hot seed all over her stomach.

  Sam suddenly found herself on her back, arms pinned and legs open while Toren remained with his eyes closed, kneeling before her. His wings suddenly sprung out behind him, sounding like a hundred steak knives rubbing against each other. She whimpered at realizing he was holding her down. It felt like lead weighed her blood down and pushed against her body into the mattress.

  Fear mixed with her excitement as she waited to see what he was doing, or would do. He finally looked at her. Sam held her breath at seeing his eyes. Nearly bright white. “I’m sorry.” His words sounded warbled, like they passed through a huge windmill. “I thought…it would ease my hunger for you.”

  And it hadn’t?

  He shook his head and his eyes very slowly roved over her body while his wings vibrated with a metallic hum. When his gaze stopped between her pulled back and open legs, the hum intensified. “I’ve never been…hungry in my existence.” He fell forward and yet it seemed he came at her in slow motion. Maybe his wings held him. His tongue licked along the center of her stomach, feeling almost cold. Or was it extremely hot? “I need to be buried in your sweet body. Or I may die.”

  He wasn’t joking.

  “Let me go,” she whispered.

  His white gaze rose to hers. “I can’t.” He sounded full of regret. Maybe ashamed. “I have to touch you. And taste you. And…”

  “Make love to me,” she finished with a gasp. “Do it. Please. Let me go so I can help you.”

  He released her and she reached her hand toward him. “Lay on me.”

  He did and she wrapped his enormous body in her small limbs, gasping at how huge he was between her legs. “You’re…so hot.”

  “Does it hurt?”

  “No. Feels…really good.” Sam rocked her hips beneath him, wanting to increase the delicious friction he created with his pelvis between her legs. “Do you know…”

  “Yes.” He kissed along her cheek softly. “I know what to do. Are you sure you’re ready?”

  She slid hungry fingers over his sides and back. “I’m…pretty sure I’ll die if I don’t have you too.”

  His shaft pulsed hard between her legs and he pulled up and stared at her, his breath eager on her mouth. “Samantha. You should know that…that I want you in a forever kind of way. Never want to be apart from you, I want you with me always. And I don’t ever want you to need or hunger for anything again. I want to be everything for you.” He slid his nose and silky full lips softly over hers. “Will you please have me this way?”

  Sam gasped and blinked back tears. “That’s…a strange way to say you love me.”

  She felt his lips smile on hers. “Yes. That’s the correct term.” He gently nibbled her lips apart with his. “I love you. More than you can understand.”

  Sam kissed him back, wrapping her legs tighter around his waist. “I’m a fast learner.”

  Toren seemed to suddenly catch his breath and hold it, his entire body stiffening. He pulled his head up and slid his silvery eyes right as his upper lip rose with a scary snarl. The deep metallic sound vibrated all the way into her bones. “That human is coming.”

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Kassern hated waiting. Despised it with a passion. Yet he could do nothing else. Since flashing an unconscious Karly to the Grotto of Aesculapius, he'd felt incredibly useless. He'd answered all their questions in less than five minutes.

  After that, they left him to cool his heels in a waiting suite while they worked over Karly. No one came to update him or ask questions, nothing. They just left him to his own worst nightmares, visions of Karly at death's door, or being taken over by some horrendous evil he wouldn't be able to save her from.

  Finally, driven to desperation by the lack of information, he used his Angelic senses to search for her spirit. Everywhere he searched, nothing but hugely convoluted angel psyches hovered, flashing brilliant colors as the angels used different parts of their minds.

  If the damn medics had let her die, he'd be lost. The search became frantic as he imagined one horrible scenario after another. Eventually he slowed, exhausted.

  A brilliant starburst of pale gold caught his attention with both its size and color, a
nd he looked closer.

  Karly.

  No wonder he hadn't been able to find her. Her mind and spirit were just as large as those of the angels, but active on entirely different levels.

  "I see you've found your mate." The dry whisper reminded him of rustling newspaper.

  Too late he realized his search might have offended the medics, and in turn the Serith supervising them. Kassern reigned in his senses and turned, careful to keep his expression neutral. Rather than the Serith he'd expected, the Hecarith—most powerful of all the angel physicians—stood before him. Offending the Hecarith would be worse than a grave mistake. The archangels needed the Hecarith's support if their mission was to have a hope.

  "Don't worry, Warrior. I'm not easily offended." The ancient looking man almost smiled. "Human brains are active mainly on the cognitive and physical levels, and ours mainly on the psychic and spiritual. Equal but opposite, like the rest of creation." He turned away and motioned Kassern to follow down a broad corridor.

  Kassern gauged his stride to match that of the much smaller angel. The questions he needed to ask choked him, but he held them back. The old dude reputedly despised being asked anything and generally just refused to talk period.

  "Admirable patience, Warrior. I know you want to ask, yet you hold your tongue." The ancient shook his gray head. "I'm afraid I have no answers for you. She is awake and stable now, however." He paused outside a door. "Prepare yourself. She is changed from the female you brought us. It appears our tests have aggravated the…condition this wound is causing."

  Changed how? Kassern followed the angel into the room, and froze in shock.

  "When the creature bit her, it injected a sort of venom, a long acting toxin. We now know that it spreads over time, increasing its effect. It seems to darken the person, but we don't know the extent or the depth of its reach. We can only pray this reaction is spiritually superficial."

  Karly, or someone that resembled her, stood there before him. Her silky pale hair had turned dark and coarse, standing out from her head in clumps and spikes. Heavy makeup obscured her lovely eyes and red paint glistened on petulant lips. A tight black lacy garment clung to her torso and pushed her breasts up until her nipples were barely concealed. A pair of snug leather shorts revealed the lower curve of her ass cheeks while the front waist dipped so low the top of her silky pubic hair peeked above it.