by Meg Xuemei X
It was an animalistic fuck, and I liked it.
“Say my name, Fiammetta,” he demanded, his speed savage.
“Angel,” I moaned, rolling with him, only because the pleasure was great.
“Call me Gabriel. Say, ‘Gabriel, I want only your cock.’”
“Gabriel,” I cried. “Fuck me harder.”
“You won’t say it?”
He pounded into me, knocking every breath out of me.
Carnal bliss burned me like a spurt of lava. I wouldn’t be able to take more, but I craved more. So I moaned his name.
He settled for that and fucked me with increased, endless power.
His arms tightened around me, as if he wanted to trap me in his dominant, possessive net. A second later, I realized he was trying to get me to treat him differently. He didn’t like being a stranger to me.
I didn’t possess the ability to give him what he wanted.
“If you want to know anything about me, ask away, Fiammetta. I’ll answer you truthfully.” He didn’t call me witch now. There was no trace of anger or disdain in his voice, but an attempt to charm me and disarm me.
I wanted to know so much about him and his heritage. I wanted to ask how he could see the magical glyphs on my skin since no one else could. I wanted to find out if he had seen any of my kind in his travels across the universe, and I especially wanted to know how he planned on escaping from Pandemonium.
But if I asked him, I’d reveal my vulnerability. I’d interrogated him when he’d first fallen. If I kept asking him the same things, he would grow suspicious.
Gabriel had a keen sense.
Besides, I would forget his answers if I did not record them on my skin. And Kaara wasn’t here to remember them for me.
An alarming thought hit my nerves.
How could Desdemona know that my mind was broken?
The only one who could have known was Akem.
Did he conspire with the vampire prince? Akem hadn’t allowed any alien being to step into his jungle except me. I knew he’d felt kinship toward me, and he was intrigued by me.
But since Gabriel had fallen, something had changed. I felt it in the air.
I hadn’t gone to the jungle for five days now. I was needed in the tower after I’d broken the truce with Desdemona. If my army and I separated, we would be vulnerable to the vampires’ attack.
During my absence, Akem might have changed his attitude toward me.
The last time I’d left, it hadn’t been on friendly terms. I’d fought his creatures and he’d been angry with me for helping Gabriel escape his realm.
If Akem decided to be my enemy…
A foreboding feeling seized me.
Gabriel pulled out his cock, leaving a sudden empty ache in me. The fire beneath the ice in me wanted him to stoke it higher. And I desperately needed his flame to banish the cold dread in me.
He wanted to flip me over, so he could look into my eyes and see my reaction when he fucked me. He had more questions for me.
I resisted him. I swatted his hand away, held his rock-hard cock, and inserted it back into my pussy. I rode hard along his length with frantic need.
Gabriel groaned. “Fine, if this is what you want!”
He grabbed my hips and drove into me with incredible speed, his raw energy pouring into me like the force from the stars, until I erupted and came apart.
My trembling inner walls clenched his shaft like a merciless iron fist.
“You milk me so hard,” Gabriel growled. “I’ve never come so hard with any other woman.”
He thrust ruthlessly though my climax and emptied himself into me.
While his body shuddered from his intense pleasure, he whispered in my ear, “Tell me, Fiammetta, what’s going on between you and the vampire prince? Why did you kill his messenger for a few provocative words that meant nothing to others? I’ll defend you, but I don’t like being kept in the dark.”
26
The Angel
When she moaned my name in pleasure, her eyes shone like moonlight. But in the end, she still threw me out right after our mating. I admit I might have killed the mood when I demanded to know what was between her and the vampire.
I’d taken over her security, so I deserved to know all things related to it, including her dark secrets.
Kaara trusted me, so the witch should, too.
“If I don’t make it, you must take care of Fia,” Kaara had implored of me the other day.
“As long as I’m here, you’ll make it, as will the witch,” I’d replied.
When morning came, I waited in the Assembly Hall with the others.
Fiammetta glided in, her piercing gray eyes sweeping over the room. When they dwelled on me, her irises widened. There was no recognition in her icy gaze, as if overnight she had forgotten me all over again, despite the bliss I had given her last night.
This was getting old.
Fiammetta flicked her eyes away.
Kaara started briefing her mistress on recent events. Fiammetta’s gaze found me twice involuntarily, and both times she seemed on edge for a second.
She felt the electric charge between us just as strongly as I did. The only difference was she refused to acknowledge it, but I was never one for such pretenses.
“Carry on, Kaara,” Fiammetta said, returning her gaze to her second-in-command, hanging onto the violet-haired girl’s every word.
I also noticed she never called anyone except Kaara by name. She never said my name in public either, as if we weren’t worthy of her time.
I’d never been treated as such a non-essential.
This bullshit was unacceptable.
With my arms folded across my chest, I planted my feet wider and braced for whatever Fiammetta was about to throw at me.
I voiced my strong opinions on how we should improve the security.
My stance indicated I was her partner, not her fucking subject.
Fiammetta frowned at me, surprised at my boldness and lack of fear. But she didn’t scold me. She listened, really listened. But she also paid attention to everyone’s speech. She encouraged her minions to talk, so they often babbled.
Now everyone fought to speak, and I wanted to send all of them flying and crashing against the wall for their competition for her attention.
“I wonder why the vampires haven’t made a move yet,” Rocky said.
“Marrok has some news,” Kaara said. “It’s better he tells Lady Fiammetta in person.”
Fiammetta sent Kaara a questioning look, and Kaara gave her a reassuring smile. The witch was always calmer and benign in front of her general.
Marrok, Kaara’s wolf mate, stalked in. He was almost as tall as I. Everyone was in a constant foul mood, but that guy had an easy smile when he wasn’t growling or killing.
Kaara had introduced us once, and neither of us was too impressed with the other. He had appraised my black wings with a measured look a couple of times.
I believed Kaara had told the wolf about the First Seer’s prophecy.
Kaara lit up at the shifter’s presence.
The wolves’ territory was closer to the vampires’ tower. They were natural enemies. They knew more about the vampires than other clans.
Ever since Fiammetta had declared war on the vampires, many more wolves had come to guard the Witch Tower.
And Marrok, the wolf king, spent most of his nights here with his mate.
Some nights, they fucked the whole night, and I could hear them.
Marrok gave Kaara a passionate kiss before turning to Fiammetta on the throne. “Hello, Lady Fiammetta,” he greeted.
Fiammetta watched their kiss with her usual icy expression.
“What do you have for me, wolf?” Fiammetta asked.
The wolf showed off his resourcefulness. Of course, he’d been here longer than I.
Fiammetta listened attentively. Occasionally, she darted a glance in my direction, especially when I offered my military knowledge. The witch on the th
rone was completely different than the woman I’d fucked almost every night since my crash.
At night, Fiammetta was a flame that burned through ice. This witch was pure ice and power, yet equally appealing. No matter which face she wore, her presence always punched into my soul, and my primal male need roared in response.
Tonight, I’d fuck her again.
27
The Witch
I waited in my chamber, pacing and wringing my hands.
Would Gabriel come to me tonight? He’d seemed mightily pissed today because he wanted my sole attention and I refused to give it to him. His attitude irked me. I had wanted to dent his stubborn jaw with my ice.
My markings said my magic wouldn’t harm him.
I needed him in this dire time anyway. The vampire horde would come to my tower. Even though my ward could keep them out, they would besiege me. The wolves had allied with us, but all the other six clans had joined the vampires. The bloodsuckers had promised them the wolves’ compound and my tower after they defeated us.
Gabriel was the best warrior I’d seen. Even Kaara approved of and trusted him.
Now I awaited him like a nervous girl on her first date. My body craved him like a plant needed sunlight and air, yet I had no memories of how his touch burned me like a flame.
There he was.
As soon as I glimpsed his massive black wings, I lunged toward my bed.
I shoved off my thin gown and lay bare on my side, my knee bending slightly to give the Angel an erotic view of my nudity.
Maybe it was overkill. I didn’t want him to know I’d been waiting for him. I pulled the blanket over my butt but only covered half of it.
My ice light lit the room.
I blinked. I was attempting to seduce the Angel.
I breathed evenly, faking sleep. It would be interesting to see what he would do to an innocent sleeping woman.
My body burned in feverish want, the delicate, tender flesh between my thighs shivered achingly. It wanted to be filled.
Gabriel landed.
He didn’t make a sound, yet I’d heard the movement of the wind. He might think he was stealthy, but I was the Wicked Witch of ice, wind, and storm.
He paused at the window, but I could feel the weight of his heated gaze on me. My heart pumped in anticipation. But he didn’t move toward me.
What was he waiting for? I was here, eager and available, and my patience was wearing thin.
As I tried to calm my heartbeat, panic arose in me. Would he leave, thinking I was asleep? I was digging a hole for myself with the game I was playing.
I let out a light moan as if I was having an erotic dream, and my body shifted to drop the blanket from my ass and positioned for him to see my shadowy valley.
Gabriel gasped. He strode toward me. I concealed a smile, feeling like a spider about to catch her unwise prey.
He dropped his sword onto the floor and sat on the edge of my bed.
I closed my eyes and evened my breathing, as if returning to my dream.
His big, strong hand landed on my belly.
I didn’t move, but my body purred at his touch, growing soft and warm.
I was surprised I could be so feminine.
Would his hand go up or down? I would welcome either. If his hand went down first, it meant he came for only sex. But if he chose up, he wanted more.
His hand lingered on my flat belly, circling leisurely before it slowly moved up to cup my breast, to feel its weight and softness. His thumb and forefinger kneaded my nipple. I muffled a moan and sighed, as if I was only half aware of what was happening.
Each caress ignited me.
I was aware how slick my mound was; I could feel the liquid seeping from my folds. I curled my hand to stop myself from reaching for his cock.
Was it big, hard, and strong? Was it gorgeous and erotic? I must have liked it before, or I wouldn’t be waiting for him. And my body wouldn’t covet him like this. I would find out soon. I would see his body beneath me or above me. My mouth watered, and I put great effort into keeping my breath nice and even.
I started this game. I had to see it through.
But my body had its own scheme. It wanted to betray me and rise toward Gabriel and purr for him. It knew no sublime games. It had only carnal desire.
It wanted Gabriel to fuck me.
Gabriel leaned down to me, his breath trailing on my neck. His intoxicating male scent of sandalwood, sky, and wildness blanketed me. I took care not to inhale him too deeply.
His teeth grazed over my neck, tracing the column, hitting my every sensual spot. I wanted to swoon. Still, I remained motionless.
Only my toes curled subtly.
His teeth moved to my soft throat.
My body stiffened. I was a second away from summoning my ice spear. Then they left my throat. Gabriel let out a soft laugh.
Was he taunting me? Before I opened my eyes and threw him off, Gabriel palmed my pussy, rubbing it back and forth.
Sparks blazed all over me.
I suffocated a moan of pleasure as he brushed open my folds and stuck a finger into my tightness. It thrust, in and out, quicker and harder. His lips caught my earlobe. I arched my back at the sensation.
Just when I was close to coming, he withdrew his finger.
I gritted my teeth and cursed him under my breath.
I decided to open my eyes and get fully involved.
But Gabriel moved away from me. I felt like hissing.
If he wanted to leave now, would I stop him?
No matter how wicked I was, I would never force anyone to pleasure me.
Gabriel shrugged off his clothes with great efficiency. I wondered how many women he had bedded. Envy stabbed at me.
The pain surprised me and fascinated me.
Gabriel lifted my leg and lowered his mouth to my pussy, his warm breath stroking my folds. His lips grazed my mound as he kissed me.
Oh yes! Gabriel, suckle it good. I wanted to cry out.
His wicked tongue flicked the peak of my sensitive bud. I couldn’t help but gasp and moan.
Just when I could barely contain myself, his tongue thrust into my heated channel. Pleasure tore through me. I felt like I was moving amid the stars, dizzy and dazed, yet I was going home. I let myself be carried further—if I could find a way home this way—but Gabriel extracted his tongue, and in its wake was cold air and amber ash.
Come back! I cried, but the galaxies shrank into the distance, beyond my reach, and then faded into endless emptiness.
I formed my fist and was one second away from getting up and punching him in the face. But he moved again, not giving me the chance.
He lay sideways, pulling me against his hard chest. His arm wrapped my chest to secure me; his other hand placed his hard cock at my slick entrance.
With one powerful thrust, he drove all the way into my liquid heat, filling me gloriously.
Then he stilled, waiting.
But I refused to wait. I started to move along his thick length and then slammed back to his hilt, harder than necessary.
Gabriel held my thighs, rendering me immobile.
Did he want sex or war?
I struggled free and wanted to fuck more, but his iron grip stopped me and trapped me the way he planned.
He was unbelievably strong. His will battled mine.
I hissed.
“Now you’re the feral kitten,” he said. “I thought you were asleep, though I could hear your heartbeat drumming miles away.” He paused in amusement. “Don’t forget that you’re dealing with an Archangel.”
“Do you come here to fuck or—”
“—to fuck you and to speak with you,” he finished my sentence, but misinterpreted my meaning.
I hurled ice and darkness at him, but they licked him, purring like a cat in heat.
“Your magic won’t harm me anymore,” Gabriel said in a velvet, conceited voice. “Don’t you know that already, Fiammetta?”
“Get off me and get
out.”
“You’ll miss me terribly,” he said. “I can’t stop now. I intend to finish this.” He moved in me with powerful thrusts, and despite my fury, I responded eagerly. But then the infuriating man stopped again and pinned me against him. “If you want a piece of my ass, all you need to do is talk to me. You can say no, but you’ll never have me again. No matter how much I want you, and I’ve never wanted any woman this badly, I won’t come to you again.”
I was about to dismiss him, but my body was on fire to the point that I was afraid my body would wither if I let him walk away now. I was furious and ashamed at the weakness of my body, and I did not have the strength to shove him away and deny myself the bliss.
I felt every inch of his hardness. I liked it stretching in me and filling every empty spot in me. I needed to urge the male to move. His refusal to thrust in me was torturous.
While it was such a torment to be trapped by him, it also felt strangely delicious and exciting. This was the male who could match me in every way. His scent, breath, and hard body enveloped me like a safety net I couldn’t even dream of having.
He’d awoken a wild feline in me and made her purr with each casual stroke.
“I didn’t force you to service me, Angel,” I said, deciding to listen to what he had to say. I could always send him away if I didn’t like it. “You came willingly. You’ll have my ear for two minutes.”
He chuckled but it was void of humor. “You think I service you in bed like your whore? Have you ever had a normal relationship?”
As if I knew! “I had many great relationships before you.”
Suddenly, Gabriel was radiating with outrage. Was he jealous? If he knew I didn’t even remember my first lover, he was going to laugh himself to death.
“Your body responds to me like no other.” he said, containing his temper. “We’ve fucked almost every night since I fell onto this planet. Whenever you’re around, I want to mount you. And when I’m not with you, I think of you. I’m a direct man. It’s foolish to deny the chemistry between us. I’ve never felt this strong attraction toward anyone before you. I’m not asking a huge commitment or something from you, but I demand respect. At least show me the courtesy of recognizing me when you see me in the morning.”
