“We’ve been headed to sex since you offered me protection. I need to know my husband intimately.”
Husband? Muscles tensing, his cock jerked to life and an earthquake of responses—excitement, hunger, and desire among them—raced along his spine at the solitary word. He hadn’t heard her call him by that title in a long while and didn’t realize how much it would affect him.
“No.” He ran his finger down her face. “I don’t believe this is what you want.” Not really.
“Five months ago you wouldn’t have flinched from my request.”
“I’ve watched you die twice since then.” One real, one fake. Either way, both had altered him forever. “That type of tragedy changes a man.”
“Don’t suddenly turn moralistic on me, Micah.”
“Not even when I served Father did pesky morals bother me. I do this for you. Phoenix has the ability to borrow powers; he may sponge mine while he takes you.” He moved toward the bed and halted when Madison shoved him from behind.
With a balled fist, she struck him again when he faced her. “I want you. I told Nix I wouldn’t be able to resist you if I let you in.”
No need to look at the Ark when he vocally agreed with Madison. “She did.”
“I hate you more for saying no when I not only need you, but want you.” She swatted him again, but crumpled to the flooring on the heels of her burst of violence.
“Leave her!” He held his palm toward Phoenix. “I’ll handle this.” Kneeling beside Madison, he placed a finger beneath her chin and tilted her head back. “We’re wasting precious time with your life, kitten.”
“I want you,” she whispered. Her body was coated in gooseflesh and she shuddered nonstop.
“You want me only because it’ll heal you faster. In a week when you’re rehabilitated, you’ll regret it. With Phoenix borrowing my powers, you’ll be just fine.” He hoped. Her lips had turned a vivid shade of blue, rather than a subtle color. The chills were constant, and she’d gone pasty white. He feared she was getting ready to schmooze with the Grim Reaper. Permanently this time.
“I…want…you.” The chatter of her teeth broke up the words.
“I’m a hardcore lover, Madison. Not easy like your Phoenix. What if I wanted to bend you facedown on the bed and fuck you? Hard. Until you’re cross-eyed and so sore you can’t walk out of Hell?” From what he’d seen, Phoenix had yet to show her the rough kind of sex.
“Then…do…it.”
His eyebrows danced upward in surprise. Positive she knew not what she truly asked for, he elevated to his feet and stared at her submissive pose.
“She’s losing time and you know she’s not lying.” Phoenix looked ready to snatch her off the floor. “I’ll watch and won’t interfere. Just help save her life.”
Yeah, not one single cringe. She believed she wanted him, but what if she changed her mind in the middle. What did he have to lose? Nothing, as far as he could determine. Madison would be Phoenix’s when this was over, either way.
Phoenix snatched her off the floor and aligned her spine against his chest. Over her shoulder, the Ark’s gaze centered on Micah’s, a silent challenge he’d witnessed on the other male’s face before. “If your fucking husband’s not man enough to try and help you, Mads, I will.”
A tremor racked her body. This time Micah wasn’t certain if it was from the casket or from Phoenix’s words.
Her consistent shivering made up his mind. She could hate him after he saved her life. If she lived. “She’s mine.”
Before Micah could pull her out of Phoenix’s arms, the other man tilted her head back against his shoulder and kissed her. “I love you as much now as I will later.” The male cupped one of her breasts, drawing the King’s gaze. “I’d undress you for him, Mads, but you’re already naked.” Her slight flinch indicated his words held profound meaning. “I’d even help him fuck you, but this is about you and him. Maybe later….”
Madison’s eyes widened over Phoenix’s insinuation that there’d be a next time.
“Being inside her changes a man, Micah.” Phoenix sucked on her earlobe as her gaze shifted off the Ark and centered on him. “Be prepared to lose your soul to her.”
“Keep the flames up, Madison.” That the blue-fire waned indicated she grew weaker. They reignited, but not as bright as before and the way they flickered indicated she struggled to keep them going. He gently withdrew Madison from the Ark’s embrace. “She’ll not come to my bed aroused by you.”
A devious grin from Phoenix, then a promise. “You hurt her and I’ll find a way to kill you. Otherwise, see that our woman survives.”
As the Ark stepped away from them to recline against the wall, Micah swung her into his arms.
“I’m so sleepy, Micah,” she mumbled as she leaned her head against his shoulder, her steady shaking terrifying him. “Maybe I could take a little nap first?”
“Do not close your eyes, kitten.” At the edge of the bed, he turned his head toward her. She stared at him, her expression soft, guileless, too trusting for all the shit he’d perpetrated against her.
Micah placed her on the mattress in the center of the bed and kept his eyes on her as he pressed his lips to hers. Licking the seam of her mouth, she sighed and accepted the thrust of his tongue. Her eyes slid shut and he slammed his seraph into her. She jerked as if he’d used a defibrillator to revive her.
Combining the seraph feeding with lust, he used the lightest caress on her, trailing his fingers down her neck, between her breasts and over her flat stomach.
“Mmm….” She arched her neck to the side, giving him free access to her flesh as he licked down her throat. Her left hand shifted into his hair. “If you’d ever kissed me like that during our marriage, you’d never have had reason to leave me.”
Micah rose up on his knees, one of them wedged between her thighs. His gaze traveled her body. Killer curves honed to perfection by genetics and exercise. Frozen for an eternity. Eager to claim her at once, he ignored his impulsive desires. He’d try to make this moment perfect for her and feed her lust until she couldn’t consume more.
He went back to kissing her, and didn’t stop until she clung to him. Palming the inside of her thigh, he caressed from knee to where her leg met her body. Her skin so soft, he feared bruising her.
He dragged his teeth along her throat, sucked on the sensitive spot behind her ear, all while repeating the glide of his hand from knee to thigh over and over again. Subtle seduction would be the key to pleasuring her and nourishing her back to health.
A lick to her collarbone and he shifted lower. Her skin felt as fragile as butterfly wings against his lips. He tongued a nipple and her spine curved as she offered all of herself to his mouth. He blew on the bud and watched it crinkle further. Catching the nub between his teeth, he laved and sucked.
Madison’s noisy exhale and her fingers plunging into his hair to anchor him to her was his own reward.
“I love you, kitten.” He moved to the other breast. She peered at him through her lashes as he kissed the tip. “Now and always. Forever, I’ll love only you.”
“I….” She whimpered when he sucked hard on her nipple. “I never stopped loving you.” She gasped the words out.
Words he’d craved to hear for so long, but she loved Phoenix, too. He knew it didn’t negate how she felt toward him, but her emotions for him didn’t mean she’d decide to be a part of his life, either.
He also knew the other man was a better fit for her, allowed her to be herself. Micah would always want to dominate and command her. Not because he thought she was incapable of taking care of herself, but it was his nature to protect her. His nature to dictate. And regardless how hard he tried to be more like Phoenix, he would fail miserably every time.
When this was over, he would do the right thing and give her to Phoenix.
“Consume my seraph as fast as you desire, but don’t stop taking it.” And I’ll freely give you my heart when I walk away.
Chapte
r Forty-Three
“Take your clothes off, Micah.” The scrape of his high-priced suit was wicked against her sensitive flesh, but she needed skin-on-skin contact.
“When I’m ready.”
Madison watched him through her lashes, the way he loved her breasts with his mouth and hand highly erotic. Coupled with the slow caress against the inside of her thigh, he intoxicated her senses almost as much as his seraph. Teased her with the pleasure to come. They were the hands of a wealthy man—or fallen angel—no calluses marred them. How different her men were.
Night and day.
Heaven and Hell.
And I love them both. However would she choose between them?
A fingertip wisped circles at the edge of her folds as Micah rolled a nipple through his teeth. Too much teasing, she need more. She’d start with him as naked as she was. A hard shove against his shoulders and his mouth came away from her breast, providing her enough space to make a go for the buttons on his shirt. One popped free before he yanked her arms over her head and held them there with one hand.
Their gazes crashed. His expression grave, he flicked a digit through the seam of her pussy. Madison thrust her hips against his palm. Giving her a pleased smile, he removed his hand from between her thighs. She whimpered her frustration.
“I pilot the bedroom, Madison. That means you follow as instructed.” His palm hauled down her arm and he rose to his knees. “Put your right leg over my shoulder.”
Gooseflesh scattered along her body. He’d never been this demanding in their marriage.
We never knew the real him in our marriage.
Good point.
Why did he want her leg over his shoulder anyway? Not like he could fuck her with his clothes on.
“Madison…don’t ask why.” Jaw set, his gaze drilled hers. “Just do it.”
To perform his request, she granted him dominance over her. Life lessons had taught her to be reserved and she worried how far he’d take his control.
“Only as far as you’ll allow it.”
“Don’t read my mind.”
“I cannot.” His palm rested on the inside of her thigh, his thumb swishing back and forth near her core. “You projected the thought into my head.”
Shit. She’d telepathed.
“Trust me, kitten. I promise not to abuse your faith again.”
No grimace, so he believed what he said. She needed to have faith in him, wanted to be able to rely on him for more than protection of her life, and most of all she desired to entrust him with her heart.
In spite of what she coveted, granting control to anyone other than herself was difficult.
Gotta take risks sometime. We did with Nix and haven’t regretted it. Yes, Madison agreed with her demon. Risks were a necessary evil.
Movements unhurried, Madison lifted her leg and slid the back of her thigh along his chest. A slight shift of her body to wiggle closer so she could place her leg where he wanted, he caught her thigh and positioned her limb to his satisfaction. Hooked thus, over his shoulder, the position tilted her pelvis up.
“Thank you,” he said, voice raspy, as he pushed her other leg to the side, exposing her intimately for his view.
And gawd, did he ogle her. For a long while he stared at her core.
With a slight lean forward, he gripped the back of her neck and he rearranged her position. On her elbows, almost nose to nose with him, he instructed, “Hold my gaze.”
Ha! She couldn’t look away even if she tried.
A solitary finger abruptly penetrated her. Jaw dropping, a sigh leeched from her parted lips. His eyes gleamed. The second digit that entered her wrenched a moan from her. He pushed deep, stopping only when his knuckles pressed against her flesh.
She swigged seraph like it was water and she was dehydrated. At least the shivering had stopped, but she thought that might have more to do with the heat coming off Micah rather than his seraph. His emotions poured into her, and he suppressed none of them from her. Love as strong as the moon’s sway over the tide warmed and frightened her. His protective instincts wormed through her, as well as the desire to dominate and subdue her in and out of the bedroom.
They were starting with the bedroom. She’d already submitted.
And we like it.
Dear God, yes.
For the longest time, his fingers fucked her as he stared into her eyes. She grew slippery for his penetration and the evidence of her arousal sounded in the room. Her cheeks heated and a lopsided smile tweaked his lips.
“Adorable. A blushing succubus.”
“Micah,” she whispered. Feeling exposed, she dropped her gaze to his mouth.
“Do not look away.” Her focus elevated back to him. “I need you to be intimate with me.”
She predicted he had been intimate with no one. Sex was impersonal, a bodily function to alleviate lust or to dominate another. She’d certainly never felt so overwhelmed or turned on with him in their marriage.
His thumb rotated over her clitoris, and she no longer cared how he viewed sex. Quickening the thrust of his fingers, he watched her expectantly as he continued to caress the tiny bundle of nerves at the top of her pussy.
The climax struck so hard and fast, it nearly eclipsed her vision…all that remained in sight was his blue eyes.
“Yes,” Micah said, pumping his fingers to ease her through the best of it. When she thought she could handle no more, he removed them and lowered her to the bed. Limp with satiety and breathing heavily, she worked on regaining her equilibrium. No such luck, he buried his head between her legs and his tongue lapped up her release.
Madison trembled beneath him, her legs quivering from the intensity of his oral play. She dug her hands into his hair, one holding him close, the other attempting to yank him away. He remained right where he was located, licking at a languid pace.
“Too much, Micah.” She squirmed. “Too much.”
“It’s too much when I say.” He dipped his arms beneath her thighs and looped them up and over her belly. His fingers interlaced, holding her motionless beneath his tongue and mouth.
Madison groaned, a long keening sound that detailed her struggle to hold herself together. He wasn’t offering her light strokes, but placing the flat of his tongue against her and dragging roughly.
Her back arched off the bed and her torso twisted as a long-winded moan tore from her. “Micah…Micah….” Her head whipped from side to side, and she clenched his head between her legs. Gone was the need for him to give her a moment’s rest. She’d fight him to keep his tongue right where it was located.
She bucked beneath him and anticipated the second climax when he moved away, pressing kisses, licks and nips all over her body. Down to her feet, where his teeth grazed across the side of her foot.
“Oh, gawd, no.”
“Your taste is addictive.” He licked her anklebone.
She groaned.
Nix chuckled. “I worship at the altar of Madison.”
A hot flush suffused her body.
He licked the back of her knee. “My gorgeous wife turns stunning when drenched with pleasure.”
Madison laughed. “A poetic demon King.”
“I wasn’t always a demon King or evil.”
She didn’t see him as truly evil any more; rather that he served a purpose in his father’s grand scheme. “Micah….”
He leaned over her and kissed away what she would’ve said. His tongue gave her a taste of herself, turned her lightheaded, and then he abruptly pushed back to his knees. He watched her as he quickly divested his jacket from his shoulders and tossed it aside. The buttons of his silk dress shirt were next, and she ate up the sight of his flesh as it was exposed. Pulling the fabric from the waistband of his slacks, he stripped the garment off and chucked it over his shoulder.
He went angel so fast it was like an explosion. She sucked in a ragged breath. Muscles rippled beneath his blue skin and his fiber-optic wings glittered. Those amazingly different wings buzze
d and doused her in pale blue angel dust. The powdery substance tingled on her skin and where it fell along the lips of her pussy, acted like a slow-speed vibrator that’d have no hope of getting her off.
His eyes gleamed with fire as his gaze swept her. No question, he liked the way she looked covered in his residue. Slashing his finger through a pile of it on her belly, he pressed the digit inside her.
A blaze erupted, spread through her body and limbs. What she’d expected, she had no idea, but not this. Definitely not this intense pleasure that turned her to liquid bliss, racing her along a vertical incline of cataclysmic orgasms…without granting release.
She squirmed beneath him. Touched her breasts and would’ve delved lower with her hand, but for the modesty that rode her.
“I marked you as mine.” And his expression said she’d never looked better.
“Do it again.” Dear gawd, was she panting?
“That would be unwise. Angel dust can be a potent aphrodisiac on the right person.”
A strangled laugh emerged from her lips. Don’t I already know this? But it felt so good. “I feel like I’m going to shatter in a gazillion pieces.” Madison pushed up on an elbow and trailed a finger down the center of his chest. “I want you to feel that way.”
A lopsided grin tweaked his lips. “You have my permission to touch me.”
“I don’t need permission.” She sat up and licked his belly, her palms gliding over him. Tension beneath his flesh coiled against her tongue, and he moaned when she flicked a nail over a nipple. “You granted me permission with ‘I do.’” A love bite to his abdomen to highlight her point; the muscles jerked in response. “I just marked you as mine.”
His fingers tangled in her hair, and he wrenched her head back as his thumb slid over the bite mark she’d given him. Eyes glowing like the flames of Hell, they stared at one another. He made no move to stop her when she began to unbuckle his belt. No resistance when she undid his button and zipper. Seconds later, his pants pooled around his knees and his thick length was in her hands. Holding his gaze grew difficult when she palmed his dick, impatient to examine her discovery.
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