by Rue Volley
“I wasn’t done, Levi. Give me more.” I reach for him again, my behavior wanton as I practically beg to have his shaft stroking in and out of my mouth again.
“No.” He picks me up off my knees. “I want to spend myself deep inside your pussy. You’re going to feel every inch of my cock throbbing as I come.” He holds me close his arm around my back. His hand wraps around the nape of my neck. Levi pulls me forward and presses his lips to mine in a kiss so heated that my knees go weak. His other hand snakes down and grabs my thigh, pulling it around his waist. “I have wanted my hands on this heart-shaped ass for so long now. The first time you bent over and I could see this ass through your gown…” He pauses massaging the firm globes in his strong hands. Levi reaches further down, slipping his fingers through the cleft of my sex and making my whole body shiver in anticipation.
“Sit down on the edge of the couch and lean back with your feet on the edge for me, Celine.” Levi’s command comes out silky smooth, making my sex clench in anticipation. He reaches around me to unclasp my bra. As the bra slides down my arms, Levi hooks his fingers in the black lace panties and rips the sides to watch it flutter towards the floor.
“Yes, Sir.” I respond on a breathy sigh, and watch Levi suck in a breath between his teeth. I turn and walk towards the couch. I put as much sway in my hips to a beat that is seductive, trying to entice him further. I feel my hair swish on the small of my back, adding to the teasing sensation. Walking nude with Levi as my audience makes me feel empowered, and I relish his reaction to the show as I turn around and see him licking his plump lips and clenching his fists.
I do as he asks of me. I feel the smooth suede fabric under my body as I slide my hot flesh onto the couch. Leaning back, I open my legs wide and put my feet up on the edge, as Levi requested. I feel so exposed and vulnerable. My feet curl under to grip the edge so I will not give in to the sudden self-consciousness and slam my legs shut. I feel the cool air against the wet heat of my sex and moan. Levi doesn’t suffer from modesty as he stalks towards me. His body is a work of art. Every tan muscled contour of him is a study in the perfect male physic. Levi’s gilded eyes fixate on me in an animalistic manner. Possession and dominance exudes from Levi so tangible that I can see it radiate from his body in waves. Levi unlaces his boots casually and kicks them off. He effortlessly steps out of his pants, gliding as he gravitates towards me with his innate grace. Levi watches me like prey he is stalking, and I am ready to be the one he devours.
“I don’t deserve to be here with you like this.” He gracefully falls to his knees, “You deserve better than a half-breed demon and still you are here.” Levi kisses the inside of my thigh and I bite my lip trying to hold back the moan he elicits. “I am going to sear myself into your soul so that you will always belong to me.” Without any warning, his mouth and tongue dance their way through the valley of my exposed sex. Licking, sucking, and nibbling in choice spots. He devours every inch of my throbbing pussy and I writhe for him.
“Oh, Deity, please. Yes, Levi, right ugh…” A moan from deep inside slips out, and he rewards it by sucking my clit lightly. “Levi!” I scream his name to the rafters. This pleasure is so intense. The pressure is even fiercer than the night before as he uses his tongue to lash at the bud of my sex.
My hands cup my breasts and play with my nipples, pinching and tugging until a slight pain seeps in from the action, making Levi moan into me. “You are fucking…God!”
Levi collects the moisture from my slit and slowly begins to move first one then two fingers in and out of me. He scissors the digits wide to make for an easier glide into my pussy. The dirty words are coming so natural to me and makes what we are doing seems more sensual and earthy.
He leans up, and I see his member hard and straining as he strokes it in his fist. He lays his shaft against my pussy and it’s like a branding iron making me his. He rubs the head along the slit of my sex, making it slick with my juices. Back and forth, Levi teases me until he lines up with the opening of my core. He slowly begins to push inside of me. The fit is tight and I worry he will not be able to fully penetrate me.
“So hot and tight, Baby. I don’t want to hurt you.” Sweat beads down his neck. I follow the droplets as they make the journey down the smooth, muscular plains of his chest. Levi is straining to not thrust himself fully inside of me. I am no delicate flower. Levi will not break me, so I am going to help him along. My arms reach forward to grab on to his ass. I pull his hips forward as hard as I can while thrusting my hips upward. The sting is sharp, making my breath catch and my grip on Levi tighten. I feel a trickle of warmth on my fingers and know I have drawn blood. My nails will surely leave crescent mark wounds. I look up to make sure Levi is okay, since he has yet to move. His head is tilted back. The veins in his arms and neck are straining. He is growling, making his whole body vibrate into my sex.
Levi looks back down at me and his eyes are glowing. Quite literally they are a swirling pool of gold and crimson. Instead of fearing the change, I am entranced by it. Lust ignites my blood to boiling. Levi leans forward to grip the back of the sofa. I move my hands up the back of his neck to pull his lips down to me in a chaste kiss, when it begins. Levi starts to slide out of me slowly, almost slipping completely free. He thrusts back in all the way to the hilt and rocks into my sex at a maddening pace. His thrusts begin to quicken as he moves deeply inside of me. The decadent sound of flesh slapping against flesh makes my nipples harden. My pussy soaks his cock in even more juices. My sopping wet sex clenches tightly around Levi’s hard shaft as my orgasm starts to build higher and higher.
“You feel so good, Celine…won’t. Last. Much. Longer.” He punctuates each word with a stroke of his cock. “And I need to take you…hard.” There is strain in his rumbly voice, making me drive my pelvis up into him, rotating my hips in small degrees.
“Do it, Levi. Fuck me…hard.” I cry out to him.
He flips our positions. His cock is still buried deep inside of me as he now sits on the sofa. My knees straddling him, I look down to where we are joined and lean back, placing my hands on his thighs. His thumb circles my clit, making my arms shake.
“Hold on to me, Baby.” I do as he tells me to. I wrap my arms around his neck and lick his lips. He starts to thrust upwards into my pussy a few steady strokes before he begins to piston into my sex. My sensitive nipples scrape across his chest, and my clit is worked with the friction of his pelvis hitting hard and deep against mine. “Oh. Deity. I…Fuck!” I scream as a white-hot blinding orgasm slams into my body and my wings burst forth from my back slits. Pristine downy feathers shower over us. I arch my back, arms open wide. I am truly soaring, though I am not in the sky as Levi works himself in and out of my soaking pussy.
Levi’s thrusting is becoming erratic as he pistons savagely inside of me, “Celine!” He growls, his arms wrapping tightly around my waist, keeping me close. His body is quaking under me with the power of his release. I lean my forehead against his, the sweat of our brows mixing as well as the breath from our lungs. I feel so complete in this moment. I hope it is more than an afterglow to having my first shared orgasm. Coming down from this sexual high is painful on my heart. He holds me closer sliding his hands through the feathers of my wings. Levi calms me, makes me feel at peace.
“Levi...I...” I try to find the right words but they escape me. I want to ask him what this means to him. Am I just an itch he is scratching? Does he see any kind of future for us?
“Yes, Baby?” He asks while tracing soft circles on the small of my back.
“I,” I begin to say when Levi cuts me off, holding his fingers against my lips trying to listen for something nearby.
“What the fuck? Who the fuck are you?” I jump up from Levi’s lap and feel his seed begin to slip down my thigh. Deity! It is Marcus! He stands there with a look so furious it would have smote Levi, if it could. Marcus breathes heavily. His nostrils flaring and the veins in his body stand out in startling contrast. Worry for Levi’s wel
fare overshadows my modesty. Thankfully, Levi stands in front of me guarding my nudity.
“Cover yourself, Celine,” Marcus says, summoning a robe and throwing it at me. The ability to summon is not something I possess. I slip the gown over my body. The material sticks to my sweaty flesh.
“Why are you here, Marcus?” I ask, knowing good and well he is here for me. I want him to say it though. I want him to look me in the eye and tell me that I will have my wings ripped away, my home taken, and my grace extinguished for this indiscretion.
“I don’t care why the hell he is here. I want you out of my damn house.” Levi’s words are becoming gravelly and harder to discern.
“You need not speak to me, half-breed. What I am doing here is none of your concern.” Marcus’s superior attitude is not helping the tension, and I am pretty sure a brawl between the two would be cataclysmic. I have to stop this, it is time.
“It is okay Marcus. I am coming.” I look to Levi and his face shows betrayal. I do not want him to blame himself for my fall. I need to break from him. Knowing what I must do is easier than seeing it through. It is for his own good and I repeat that statement twice more. I feel my breath hitch as I begin to say the words that will forever haunt me.
“Why would I stay here with this demon? Why would I sacrifice my home and brethren for one mere act of coitus?” My tone is nonchalant. The look on Levi’s face is devastating to me. His stance slumps ever so slightly in disappointment, something I learned from the years of watching him. He clenches his fists. Levi’s eyes meet mine, and he nods his head once as if in agreement.
He looks away with a slice of his head. A growl emanates from deep in his chest. Levi’s usually gilded eyes are veined in red and are narrowing on Marcus. He brings a hand up to his lips and slips a finger inside, sucking and pulling the digit out with a pop. “You tasted so good, Celine, fresh and sweet,” Levi says taunting Marcus.
“That is enough.” Marcus’s wings flare in anger. An emotion I have never once seen on his ethereal face. His quicksilver eyes void of everything but his absolute ferocity. He is terrifying and majestic, a being to bow before, begging forgiveness.
“Let us leave, Marcus. Now!” I walk over to him with my head held high. There will be no walk of shame for me, even knowing exactly what I look like, a mess. My gait is wobbly and I have just-fucked hair, as I have heard it referred to on numerous occasions. Slipping my hand in Marcus’s, a look of confusion tightens the corners of his eyes. I lean up and peck him on the cheek. “I have missed you. Please take me home.”
“Yes, Sweetling.” He tilts his head, and I look back at Levi. His jaw ticks as he grinds his teeth together and his eyes go full blown crimson, swirling with malice. Shutting my eyes, I breathe deeply, feeling the shift as we pass through the veil. Oh Deity, the pain, like being ripped in two. I leave the other half of me behind to save him, to save his future.
* * *
Looking around, I realize I am standing in Marcus’s cloud. I try to yank away from his hold on me. “I do not want to be here, Marcus. Let my hand go so I may go home.”
I look into his eyes and anger is still prominent in the quicksilver depths. “I cannot do that, Celine. I am to bring you before the Council.”
“Then take me and be done with it.” I almost scream at him. Too many emotions flow through my being. I turn it into anger, anger that I have to leave my home. I am angry that I have to leave Levi and Marcus, my friend and mentor.
“I just want to spend a moment with you before you are gone from me forever. I love you Celine. You and I were brought into this existence together and now you will no longer even live in my memories.” Marcus’s words are fraught with pain that I cannot deal with. It is just one more thing to push me over the edge of my own sanity.
“I am so sorry, Marcus,” I say sharply, not meaning to. It comes out that way and I cannot take it back, nor do I want to.
“Will you go to him when you fall?” Marcus’s voice is calm, bringing my ire to calm as well. Guilt swirls through me at the troubled and saddened look that falls across his face. I give into his question and answer the way I feel, like my heart is shredded into tiny bits of confetti to scatter across the winds.
“No. I will not burden him with guilt. He is good I have seen him work so hard over the last twenty human years to make it to heaven’s undying lands. I will not jeopardize his soul.” I can hear the tears I am trying to hold back in the cracking of my own voice and pinch myself to transform my pain into something much more manageable.
“Celine, there are things you do not know, and I will suffer the same fate if I tell you.” His words are ridiculous. We are both Watchers. Our callings are exactly the same. He only has seniority over me because he is gifted with other talents as well.
“What in the heavens can you know that I do not? We are both Watchers brought into existence for the same purpose,” I ask. My tone is flat, remembering the conversation Jake and Levi had about me being naïve. Not having a high enough rank to know what was going on behind the scenes.
“Kiss me, Celine,” Marcus says quickly. I panic as he pulls me to him.
“I…Marcus, I cannot.” More hurt enters his eyes, but he presses his suit and holds the sides of my face in his hands with no way for me to escape.
“Mar.” My protest is cut off by his lips crashing over mine. In this moment, memory residue begins to seep into my consciousness. As angels, we can block one another from touch-knowing each other’s actions. His lips upon mine open the pathways to a stored memory of Marcus with The Council. One I am now seeing and feeling through Marcus. The intimate action is one shared amongst life mates only, and it feels so wrong to be sharing this space with Marcus.
The Council room is an area of endless white, like all angel headquarters. The Council members float in the center of the expanse, in a half moon formation. Their inner light so bright it obscures their true form, leaving all to guess what these celestial beings look like.
“Why are you assigning Celine to Leviathan?” Worry laces Marcus’s and my voice. He is panicking at the thought of me being near a half demon and the son of Malacoda to boot. Though he is a young boy still, one day he will be a man and do atrocious acts in the name of his father. Marcus’s mind was made up that Levi was going to be a lost cause and it disappoints me.
“Who are you to question The Council? Our word and command are absolute.” Their voices ringing in synchronization seem to echo through space and time, vibrating against Marcus’s being at their displeasure.
“Please, forgive me my transgression. I only inquire over the welfare of my fellow Watcher.” His insides churn with fear over me. Marcus loves me, truly loves me and hopes to one day be a companion to me, knowing we are not life mates and that I may find the other soul that will resonate with mine.
“Do you mean to take her as your bonded companion? Is this the reason for your refusal to inform your charge of her new duty?” He swallows back the vile taste of bile that forces its way up his throat on the blatant lie. The burning discomfort seems magnified in the presence of The Council.
“No, Celine is not experienced in dealings with demons, be it half or full.” A truth, well a half-truth so the burn is not as bad as it was from the original outright lie.
“That is pleasing to know because Celine is not meant for you. She is meant to tempt Leviathan to our heavenly ranks.” I can feel Marcus’s confusion as he tries to understand what they are saying. He cannot figure if it is their words or the way they speak them. Like layers and layers of frequency trying to jam into his ear canal at once. I feel for him. Usually we spend only enough time in their presence for a couple spoken sentences, only.
“I do not understand.” He decides to come right out and say it, afraid of sounding like a simpleton but wanting desperately to know the fate of me, his Sweetling.
“Leviathan is son of Malacoda, one of our highest Angels. A Joy Bringer, he once was stationed closely to Lucifer before The Descent. Mala
coda is now a Prince in the deeper realms of Hell.” Marcus mentally rolls his eyes at the Council and I snicker to myself at his irreverent behavior.
Mistakenly, Marcus cuts The Council’s words off again, “Yes, I know our history.” Sharp pain lances Marcus’s brain and he falls to his knees clutching at the short strands of his platinum hair. “Please…stop.”
“Then please refrain from interfering.” Their superior voices grating to both Marcus and I, “Celine was meant to be Malacoda’s, Lifemate. With his fall, he forfeited her but a part of his soul has been passed to Leviathan. Leviathan may have been spawned by a Demon but that demon was once an Angel, making Leviathan.”
“Half Angel,” Marcus whispers to himself and I am in shock at the revelations spoken this day. Then pain, so much debilitating pain filters in through Marcus’s memory. The fact has just sunk in that I will never be his. That he will never be able to share his love with me and instead he will have to watch like we were made to do. It is our calling and he will have to watch as I fall in love with another. I can feel his soul crying and tears threaten to fall from both our eyes.
“Yes. You will see Celine’s enthrallment to him very soon. She will not understand her need to be near him but she will and she will fall. You are to do nothing. Do not to interfere. We need Leviathan to cross to this side. He will be of importance in the coming future.” Outrage replaces some of the hurt, helping us to breathe a little easier.
“Celine will be a pawn?” He asks as calmly as possible, though rage is beginning to build.
“No, Marcus. She will be with her life mate. The soul that will resonate with hers through the eternities as decreed by our All Mighty. Will you deny her this?” Shame that he would most certainly deny me this future flitters through momentarily followed by disappointing acceptance.
