by Meg Xuemei X
I wasn’t a fool. If he was the key to my path out of Pandemonium, then I shouldn’t destroy him.
If killing him wasn’t an option, I needed to find a way to contain the threat.
Slowly, I released the grip of my darkness that bound the Angel. As I did, I was surprised to see his flame bounce right back.
The Angel regained his color and smiled at me tauntingly, the heat remaining in his green eyes with the promise of cold revenge.
Kaara flew downstairs and cut in between us. “Lady Fiammetta,” she said, trying to shield the Angel. “We brought a survivor from a crashed ship today. Gabriel helped identify her as Species 581.”
As if the name of the species meant anything to me. Then I realized she was trying to distract me. But it worked. The tension coiled in me thinned.
Before I asked, the mouthy Angel demanded, “Where is she? I need her to answer some questions.”
The male must think he owned the universe.
He obviously wasn’t staying down, and I hid my wonder at his vigor and his ability to brush off my magic as soon as it had left him.
“Her name is Liza,” Kaara said.
As if I cared.
Kaara smiled at me. “I think she’ll make it.”
18
The Angel
Fiammetta called back her nasty pet.
I wanted to lunge at her, grab her, be rough with her and make her pay for attacking an Angel viciously—no, attempting to murder an Archangel—but the idea of hurting her was like stabbing an angelblade into my gut.
As long as her spell was on me, I could never harm her. I could shake off her dark magic, but not her lustful spell. At least not yet.
I rose from the stairs, deciding not to get into a death match with her, especially not in front of her guards. I didn’t want to make the Wicked Witch crazier and more paranoid than she already was.
But I had to teach her a lesson for her insolence, so she’d remember that assaulting an Angel was not a light matter. It was the most serious crime in the universe.
She would learn tonight.
~
Kaara Nightshades had gone to the wolf clan’s fortress.
I volunteered to take the night watch. The guards weren’t on high alert since the territory was magically warded.
No Angel legion would tolerate such incompetence.
When it passed midnight, I told the two half-asleep guards I would take it from there. They were more than willing to let me earn my keep as the newest member.
When no eyes were on me, I leaped high and climbed up the tower.
When I’d been a boy, I’d trained with Seth. Kri, the strictest military mentor, had demanded we not use our wings to climb the cliffs. It paid off tonight.
In no time, I reached the east side of the top tower, where Fiammetta dwelled. I’d observed that one of her windows had no glass panes but was merely covered by curtains.
I still wore her scent, so I should be able to pass her magical defenses. If not, I would find a way. If all else failed, I’d just knock on her door.
I perched on the windowsill, my wings folded tightly behind me so I wouldn’t make a ruffling sound. I pushed the thick curtains open, slid down, and alighted.
A still figure lay in the vast bed in the center of the room. Her scent of night blossoms mixed with ice and snow drifted toward me. I closed my eyes and inhaled it for a brief moment before opening them again. Her scent called to something primal in me.
A crystal device, similar to the one Kaara had, lent light to the room and outlined Fiammetta.
She looked vulnerable and innocently sweet in bed, the opposite of how I had seen her in the daylight—all formidable and icy. Something clicked inside me and unexpected tenderness swelled in my chest.
My former idea of vengeance melted at my feet.
Her soft breathing reached me, as did her rapid heartbeat.
Fiammetta was pretending to be asleep. She knew I was here and awaited my next action. One wrong move, and she would strike as she’d done earlier.
Despite myself, an amused smile tugged on the corner of my mouth.
My kind loved a challenge.
Chasing, hunting, and conquering excited us more than anything.
I sat down on a chair that was not too close and not too far from her bed.
I had all the time in the world.
I was stuck in the past, and I wasn’t rushing toward the future.
I folded my arms across my chest, planning to take a nap.
But then I decided watching her would be time better spent.
I took in her every sublime line and my eyes grew hooded with lust.
She was clad in a thin gown. The blanket covered only half of her perky breasts. I remembered the feel of them in my hands. I licked my lips, wanting to cup them and take her taut nipple into my mouth. I would suckle her hard, so hard she would moan my name in surrender.
I wanted to throw the blanket off her and push up her gown to her waist.
I wondered if she wore panties. I would tear them off. But if she didn’t—
I swallowed.
My cock jerked forward in my trousers and distorted the shape of the fabric. I could hear my ragged breathing in my ears.
Could Fiammetta hear me?
I thought I had my revenge plan mapped out, only to find I had a hard time remembering it, let alone executing it.
I needed to mount her.
My knees would nudge her legs wide open. I wouldn’t have the patience to wait for her to be ready to receive me.
I wanted to fuck her now.
But I held back by sheer will.
I stroked my cock through my uniform, imagining thrusting it into her heated tightness. I wanted her to beg me again and again as I pounded into her lovely pussy.
She would plead with me to stop, but I wouldn’t.
I stirred in my chair, my blood searing with desire. I needed to go to her. She could keep pretending to be asleep while I fucked her.
The rhythm of her heartbeat shifted and I dropped my hand from my cock.
Fiammetta rose from her bed and in an instant, she was at my side.
Her speed surprised me.
She lunged at me, but I was faster.
I sprang out of the chair and wheeled around behind her like a dark flash.
Her ice spear materialized and she thrust it toward the spot where I had been sitting.
I grabbed her wrist. My other hand wrapped around her breasts, her heartbeat pounding against my arm. I kicked the chair away and pinned her against the wall. She struggled against me, but I was stronger and I caged her with my hard body.
“I like my face, witch,” I said. “So I won’t allow you to ruin it.”
“You invaded my home. That’s a death sentence for you, Angel.”
“I stare into the face of death all the time. Yours is the prettiest.”
“So you climbed up the tower to my chamber just to see the pretty face of death?”
“Only a fool would do that. I came here for a practical matter that will benefit us both.”
“What do you want, winged creature?”
“Let’s start by not calling me names. I’d like to hear Captain Gabriel coming from your soft lips.”
“My lips aren’t soft,” she said. “Why did you come to my chamber, Gabriel?”
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t disguise her arousal from me.
“You know why I came,” I said, my body trapping her, my hard cock pricking against the small of her back. Her skin was cool against my hotness.
Angels were fire, and the witch was ice.
“I came to fuck you,” I said as I spun her around to face me.
She swallowed before licking her lips. Though icy light swam in her eyes, it couldn’t reduce the heat in her.
Her spear vanished.
I dragged her arms over her head and caught her wrists in my hand, my other hand cupping her breast.
Fiammett
a arched her back, her elegant head leaning against my shoulder.
I caressed her breast roughly, then moved to the other, trailing my hand over her body as I traced a path down to the flesh between her thighs.
I palmed her pussy over her gown, rubbing back and forth in a tantalizing rhythm, and she spread her legs wider for me. Her lush wetness soaked through her gown, and I dipped my fingers beneath the material, delighted to find she wasn’t wearing any underwear.
I brushed her clit with my finger, and flicked it roughly. She gasped and her hands struggled to break free from my grip.
I knew what she wanted to do—she wanted to play with my cock.
“Not yet,” I growled. “Let me touch you the way I want, and then I’ll let you do what you want.”
She widened her eyes, not expecting anyone to talk to her that way.
Fiammetta was a born alpha, just like me.
The royal symbol on her skin flashed across my mind. Could she be an exiled royal member from some distant galaxy? She was one of the most powerful witches I’d met. How could anyone have banished her? Was it because she was so powerful that her fearful opponents had had to cast her out to a planet stuck in the past?
There was no submission in her vocabulary, but tonight I would teach her the pleasure of surrender.
Conflicted emotions warred in her eyes. Before she decided to fight me off, I thrust a finger into her heated sheath, slowly at first, all the way in. She was so hot and tight inside; her inner walls clenched on my finger as I curled it in her.
She gasped and moaned, “Ask permission.”
I turned her face to an angle so I could slant my mouth over hers to shut her up.
Angels didn’t ask for permission. We took what we wanted.
I came here with a single purpose—to fuck her.
My finger twirled inside her pussy, and she propelled her hips to ride on my finger. I slipped another finger in her, quickening the rhythm of my fingers thrusting into her center.
Fiammetta melted into me, the moaning rumbling up from the depth of her throat setting me ablaze. I intended to relish her rather than drive my cock inside her right away.
My tongue thrust into her open, receiving mouth, mating with hers, in sync with the movements of my fingers as I savored her sultry taste.
Red-hot pain stung my tongue as her teeth clamped down on it
I blinked in surprise.
Other species couldn’t harm Angels, not even with their sharp weapons. We were basically invincible in the universe. But Fiammetta managed to bleed me with her teeth.
I withdrew my kiss, and she gave me a wicked grin.
She had tasted my blood. Would she perfect her spell and make me her mindless sexual slave forever?
Perhaps I should flee before it was too late?
But an Angel never ran away from a battle.
I would eventually shake off her spell. At the moment, it made me feel like I was bathing in the heavenly fire.
Heat burst in my veins. Fire licked at me.
My thoughts and reason receded, giving in to my carnal need.
“So you like to bite, witch?” I growled. “How does my blood taste?”
“Sweet, spicy, and very aroused,” she purred.
I could no longer hold back.
I let go of her wrists and tore off her gown. The witch parted her lips at my roughness and determination. I pulled the tall chair back with my boot, and bent her over it.
I unbuttoned my fly, yanked out my cock, and thrust into her from behind.
Fiammetta let out a cry.
I stilled, worried I might have hurt her. I hadn’t meant to.
She moaned and bent a leg to allow me to penetrate deeper.
My cock was large, but we fit perfectly. I gave her a moment to adjust, though all I wanted was to drive into her heated center hard and fast.
At my pause, Fiammetta slammed back toward me.
Impatient little minx.
I thrust into her, each stroke harder and faster. If she liked it rough, I would give it to her like that.
Her bountiful breasts bounced on her chest as I pounded into her.
I wrapped an arm around her waist and slid my other hand down to flick at her clit. I had her completely in my embrace. I wouldn’t give her a chance to escape.
The witch was mine to fuck.
After I had my satisfaction, I would place her on her bed and fuck her from the front so her breasts could rub up against me.
She moaned deeply and her raw lust fueled mine.
The pressure built under my crown. My release was coming.
I halted. I didn’t want this to end so soon.
“Don’t stop,” she ordered. “Don’t you dare stop!”
I chuckled and slammed into her willing center, and she gasped with pleasure.
I drank in her moment of joy.
The witch could have joy.
“You like being fucked like this, Fiammetta?” I asked gently, my voice slurring with thick lust. But I wasn’t waiting for an answer.
I drove into her. Nothing in the universe mattered except fucking this hot, gorgeous woman.
I picked up the rhythm. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh reverberated through the room, mixing in with Fiammetta’s moans and my heavy breathing. The mixture of the erotic sounds spurred me on to drill my cock even harder into her hot, slick channel.
She spread her hands on the wall, her groans hitching into sobs of pleasure. The icy frost in her fingertips became steam rising to the air from the fire I was pounding into her.
Her skin radiated with ice light.
I changed my pace, shifting between long and short thrusts, between frenzied and languid thrusting.
Fiammetta shuddered.
Her inner walls clenched me so hard I could no longer hold back.
As she kept milking my cock mercilessly, my seed shot like a hot stream into her womb.
She cried with her climax, and I thrust through it.
Fiammetta grabbed my hand on her breast, turn her head, and bit into my arm to muffle her scream of release. I buried my face in the curve between her neck and shoulder, my teeth gripping onto her flesh to reduce my own roar of pleasure.
I didn’t wait for her orgasm to ebb. I simply scooped her up and carried her to bed. As soon as her ass landed on the sheet, I threw her calves over my shoulders and speared her, watching how her pink folds enveloped my hard length. It was the most erotic view.
I pounded into her, hard, ferocious. Fiammetta darted her gaze between my face and our locked flesh. She wiggled her hips and wrapped her legs around my back. She wanted to be in the pilot’s seat this time.
While I paused to relish our delicious coupling, she pulled me toward her.
The witch was demanding and challenging in every way. It was a wonder she’d let me pin her on the chair to fuck her.
Had any other male fucked her the same way?
Red jealousy slammed into my face, and my vision blurred with rage. I would find them and kill them all!
This sudden senseless jealousy and violence disgusted me.
I had bedded many women. It was ridiculous of me to expect or wish Fiammetta was a virgin. I’d never cared about my bedmates being virgins before. It was stupid to get worked up about any men she might have bedded.
I had met many witches as well. Their kind pursued gold, carnal pleasure, and power like no other. They also indulged themselves in sexual gratification at a young age. They were more carnal and greedier than Angels.
Witches couldn’t be trusted. But I wasn’t planning on trusting this one. I was just fucking her. I’d fuck her so damned hard I’d make sure I was the best she’d ever had.
Whenever she thought of sex, she would always think of me. And only me.
A dark thought popped in my head. Was I planning to stay here with her forever?
No, no, no! I wouldn’t bind myself to one woman. Not even being trapped in the past could make me.
> Returning to my ship and continuing on the course to track down the Dark Lord was what truly mattered. As soon as I’d had enough of the impious witch, I would order her to remove the spell on me or suffer the consequences. And then I’d command her to take me to my Red Dragon.
I would fix the shuttle. If the vortex had sent me to the past, Red Dragon would fly into it again to return to my present.
But how could I control the element of time?
I would figure it out after I finished fucking Fiammetta.
“Take off your clothes,” she said.
I grinned. “Want all of me?”
She leaned up to drag off my uniform.
“Okay, easy,” I said, and stripped myself of my clothing.
In a second, I was bare and locked into her.
I thrust into her eagerly with short rapid moves.
She dragged me down toward her. She wanted my weight on top of her body.
My body pressed against her every inch, skin to skin, just as she wanted. My cock glided into her pussy, my length and thickness rubbing against her nerve endings.
In her passion, she raked her nails along my back, her ice-touch sending shivers of fire over me. The witch’s ice burned hotter than fire.
I pulled back a little, savoring the shift of tempo and going slow, but Fiammetta bucked her hips up and rammed toward me.
She wouldn’t allow me to go slow.
With that, the hidden flame beneath her ice leaped into me, calling to mine.
I unleashed my Angel Flame and pounded into her.
A lusty moan rippled through her as she climaxed again, her face twisting in ecstasy, yet it was the most beautiful, erotic expression I’d ever seen.
I’d never fucked the way I was fucking her.
Letting out a curse, I emptied myself into her at the peak of her orgasm.
Gradually, her labored breathing slowed, and her wild orgasm subsided.
“Thank you,” she said, her crystal-gray eyes glowing silver.
She was sated, yet a rough edge stayed within her, as if she still expected danger at every turn.
I wanted to tell her with me by her side, she was safe, and she could relax.
She brushed away the damp curls clinging to her elegant neck, pulled away from me, and rolled over to the other side of the bed.
She wanted to cuddle.
