by V L Moon
Lachi shook, testing his restraints. “Get me the fuck down, angel.” The feral growl sent goose bumps racing up his spine. Laziel purred in response and leaned in close to lick at Lachi’s heated flesh.
“Hmmm…so good. You go ahead and snarl, sugar. But first, let me just…” Cock ring in hand, Laziel taunted Lachi, easing the ring over the vampire’s thickening flesh and securing it at the base before cupping and separating those full heavy balls. With Lachi trussed up and on display, Laziel handled the flogger and stroked the hair over the engorged head of Lachi’s cock.
He teased, alternating between strokes and flicking lightly at the exposed flesh of his sac. Lachi roared baring razor sharp fangs that punched from his gums. Laziel flicked the switch to make the snug fitting cock ring vibrate. He needed to see, to bear witness to the look in Lachi’s eyes as he writhed. Reaching up, Laziel let his body glide over Lachi’s and nipped at the peaked nipples begging for attention. He played, pulling the pierced flesh between his teeth as he removed the blindfold to reveal glassy blood red eyes full of hellfire itself
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With the return of his sight, Malachi beheld Laziel and the erotic attire he’d chosen for the night. His male was glorious. The latex hugged every muscled inch of his flesh. The silver bars through his nipples sparkled like diamonds in the candlelight. Already enflamed, his entire being responded to the alluring creature that belonged to him. Fangs and cock echoed the pounding of his heart.
The unfamiliar feeling of being restrained both irritated him and excited him. He’d never been at anyone’s mercy; never thought he would find himself spread out, and…not vulnerable, but certainly not in control. He didn’t know what was going through Laziel’s mind, but he trusted the angel with all of himself, body and soul.
“Release me,” he growled. Laziel smirked and stood up, putting space between their bodies. Malachi immediately regretted his words. It had been too long since he and the angel had been intimate. He needed the contact as much as he’d needed the blood earlier.
“You’re staying there until I’m done with you.” Determination rang true in the angel’s words. Malachi’s cock kicked against his abs. Pearlescent beads of come leaked from his tip to trail strings of liquid passion over his abs. Laziel’s tongue peeked through as he ran it over his lips.
“Get your ass up here and kiss me.”
Laziel threw his head back and laughed at the demand. “You’re not in charge tonight, Azarian. This is my show and you will bow to my demands.”
Malachi’s eyes narrowed to slits. “You did not create me to bow to anyone be it angel, human or beast. If your goal is to see me submissive, our night will be long, painful and ultimately unsatisfying.”
“You cannot always have things your way, my vampire. Sometimes, you have to trust your mate knows what you need and can provide it. You don’t always have to be the one in control.” The flogger cracked against Laziel’s thigh.
Malachi suspected they were discussing more than their imminent sexual encounter. He pressed his lips together to bite back the arguments stinging his tongue and throat. In that moment, he needed the intimacy with the angel more than he needed answers. The beast inside of him begged for the pain that was to come. His sadistic nature howled for the taste of the flogger.
“Pray your bindings hold, angel of mine. I have missed you more than any human words could ever describe. I need you. I need this to balance out the endless months I was without you. But, if the bonds break, I fear the monster inside of me will devour us both with its hunger.”
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“I’ve faced monsters, my Azarian, real ones that are capable of rendering flesh from bone with nothing but a look. So, if my binds break which I can assure you they won’t, feel free to devour me at will. But for now, this is my night.”
The flogger sliced through the air to land across the rounded mounds of Lachi’s ass. The crack echoed around the room. Laziel repeated the action. Each strike caressed smooth skin leaving behind the scorched evidence of Laziel’s strength. The seductive aroma of Lachi’s need heightened his own. He wanted to touch, craved to taste; however, Lachi’s lesson was far from being over.
“Hmm,” Laziel purred as he dripped oil over Lachi’s back. He watched as it traveled a seductive path to slip between his vampire’s ass cheeks. Laziel followed the trail, coating his fingers along the way. Beneath his fingertips, Lachi’s skin sizzled. He teased, using slick hands to manipulate the globes of Lachi’s ass.
Laz inched in slowly, rolling the pad of a finger around the puckered flesh of Lachi’s hole, caressing the tightness before trailing his fingers down over the sensitive patch of skin behind Lachi’s balls. The vampire king growled his frustration, unaccustomed to the subtlety that came with Laziel’s gentle touch. Over and over, Laziel caressed Lachi’s flesh until the tightly coiled muscles started to relax.
Laziel struck, biting down on the flesh of Lachi’s rear. The vampire arched, pushing back at the same time as Laziel pushed into him. One finger inched inside. The heat and grip seared Laziel’s skin. He twisted slowly, deepening his entry before drawing out again to add yet another oily digit into the tight sleeve of heat.
Taking pleasure in the sight of his fingers stretching and opening Lachi up, Laziel’s breath hitched. He was painfully hard and leaking angelic essence from every pore of his skin. Flouting the ferocity of his own needs, Laziel added yet another finger, twisting as he pushed into Lachi. He bit and licked over trembling flesh, loving the slick wet sound filling the air to mingle with Lachi’s rapid pants.
“You’re so beautiful. Do you feel me, my Azarian? My fingers, my heart, my blood? Listen. Do you hear your heart? Hear it pounding, begging for more?” Laziel whispered, removing his fingers. He pulled Lachi’s head, gripping his hair to keep him in place so he could devour his mouth. Laziel’s tongue delved deep, tasting and roaming over the pointed tips of vampire fangs, piercing himself and drawing blood. Lachi groaned. Intoxicated by the delicious release he suckled on what Laz offered him.
Laziel poured himself into Lachi. His love and hunger, his essence, his very being flowed through the blood in his veins. He wanted, no he needed Lachi to see himself through Laziel’s eyes. To see the immeasurable beauty of his soul and the love housed within him. Not just for Laziel or Destahny, but the love he harbored for the race he ruled and those he held close. For his male to see, Laziel would have to give everything.
It was no lie Destahny’s conception and birth had ripped something from Laziel. It changed something inside of him and left him feeling as though the shadow of death lingered somewhere within him just out of reach. However, his love for Lachi had never waned. It had intensified to such a degree that, at times, Laziel found it difficult just being near the vampire king. He’d become more than his world, more than the very breath in his lungs, and yet, his inability to say the words crippled both of them. He needed Lachi to understand, needed to show him the words that gripped Laziel's heart in a vice like grip.
Lost to an overwhelming array of sensations, Laziel used Lachi’s distraction against him and willed away the binds that tied him. The feathered tips of his wings arched around them, shielding their bodies and holding Lachi in place with his back pressed against Laziel’s broad chest.
“My love for you is in everything you see and do. It’s in the look of an eye and the passing of hands on a clock. It’s a timeless offering of my blood, my body and my mind. I am yours; I have always been yours and ever shall be. You are my mate, the beat in my heart and the ache in my loins. Hear me. Feel me. See me.” With a hitch of his hips, Laziel sheathed the girth of his cock, entering Lachi in one long thrust.
Tears blinded him as he immersed his soul to join with the male in his arms. He couldn't breathe. His need and arousal tore through him. Unabashed, Laziel made slow sensual love to Lachi, flooding him with his touch and wave after wave of celestial emotion. For Laziel, the moment was surreal, untamed by the brutal necessity to love. His h
eart was breaking, shattering with each thrust and roll of his hips. He gave everything of himself, leaving nothing behind but the shell of what he would become if he should ever lose Lachi or the love they'd once so freely given and shared.
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Laziel. His angel surrounded him, filled him. The rage melted away in the face of such beautiful emotion. Questions disappeared into the abyss, chased away by the love filling his every cell. Amazingly, it also appeased the beast and its insatiable need for pain. Malachi relaxed into Laziel’s embrace and gave himself over to the unfamiliar gentleness.
Their bodies moved in perfect unison. Every touch a caress, every movement pleasure. Laziel took him spiraling up toward the Heavens and Malachi was helpless to stop the climb. He didn’t want it to stop.
The months apart faded away. The powerful bond between them, re-forged at Destahny’s birth, surged and locked into place more firmly than ever before. The familiarity of it brought tears to his eyes.
“My angel,” his possessive nature claimed. The hands on his skin paused in their stroking and then tightened. Laziel’s lips skimmed over his ear.
“My vampire.”
“Always yours,” Malachi agreed and then there was no more breath for words. The unusual experience of Laziel buried deep inside his ass stole this thoughts. Each drive into his body called forth the orgasm boiling in his balls. Sensing his need, Laziel wrapped lean, strong fingers around his cock. He didn’t stroke, just held the pulsing erection in his tight grip. It was the sharp sting of fangs sinking into his throat that tumbled Malachi over the edge. The orgasm ripped through him, stealing all of his senses; yet, he knew he was never alone. He would never be alone again. Laziel’s lovemaking was a promise from his angel that healed his wounded heart.
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Chapter Twenty-Six
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Wings spread at full mount, Celix shifted his gaze between the floor and Clarry’s beautiful face. Heat scorched his cheeks; an unfamiliar sensation that seemed to please Clarry and make Celix turn an even deeper shade of crimson. The cause of his embarrassment lingered over the mounts of his wings, brushing fingertips gently over the healed feathered appendages. Celix choked back a grunt and held his breath.
“Relax. It’s not like I’m hitting on you. I have better taste.” Arial smirked at Celix as he came around him and into his line of sight. Celix rolled his eyes and craned his neck to meet the Fallen’s weighty gaze.
“You forget; I’ve met Bastian in both forms. You need re-educating. Your taste buds are clearly as damaged as your brain.” Celix’s retort earned a grunt from Arial and an icy glare from Clariel. The other Nephilim folded his arms in annoyance.
“Sorry,” Celix breathed, exasperated by his uncanny ability to put his foot in his mouth at every opportunity. He often wondered how the connection between him and Clarry existed at all. He sported wings and had been one of the most elite fighters within the Nephilim ranks, but around Clarry none of that mattered. Neither his strength nor his wings held sway with the wingless Nephilim who held Celix’s heart.
And yet, for all of his maddening traits and awkward bumbling mistakes, Clarry still looked at him in such a way it made Celix’s world spin. The shy smile and absolute wonder shining in those beautiful violet eyes captivated Celix. To say he loved or was in love with Clariel belittled the enormity of how the male affected him.
Clarry smiled at him, but the hurt was evident in the way he shifted his gaze away and held himself a little tighter than he usually did. “Love is a gift for those graced with perfection. To me, you’re the epitome of that perfection, as Bastian is to Arial, no matter how hard he tries to hide or deny it. We are all perfect in the eyes of the Creator. We all deserve to love and be loved in return.” By the pained look on Arial’s face, Clarry’s quietly whispered words had the same effect on the solemn giant as they did on him.
“Clarry,” Arial groaned as he dropped into a chair. “I know you mean well, but please don’t mention him again, especially around me. You know the old saying, right? Mention the devil and he always appears. He’s like a bad…”
“Smell? Penny? Please do carry on your heartfelt analogy. Oh wait. I’m not the devil, just his prodigal son come to Earth. Still, I’m the closest you’ll get to the real thing any time soon, sunshine.”
Bastian drifted into the room amid a cloud of ash. The red hue of his skin slowly diminished along with his towering bulk. However, the deep pitch of his voice remained, threatening and gravel deep. It sent chills through Celix, making his skin crawl. The wink he sent in Clariel’s direction did not escape Celix’s attention; neither did Clarry’s reaction to the sultry demon’s appearance.
The smile that split his face was rife with blameless naivety. He saw no threat or malevolence from the demon in their midst. And looking between the two, Bastian appeared more wary of Clariel than the other way around. The timid Nephilim held no fear as he approached Lucifer’s spawn and hugged him as though they were old friends. Celix barely contained his shock. The same could have been said of Arial and Bastian. The wary demon allowed himself to be pulled along like an obedient child when Clariel took his hand.
“Time to go,” Arial announced, averting his gaze from the unlikely pair. “Glad to see you’re feeling better, Celix. Any problems, you know where I am.” Celix reached out to take Arial’s offered hand.
“It’s about time you stopped running and faced your problems, Arial. By avoiding Bastian, you’re behaving in a childishly human manner. At least try and be civil while in the Creators’ sanctuary. Pope Gregori would be rightfully distressed at your lack of respect. Now, please sit. You’re both guests of mine, and I would greatly appreciate a few minutes of your time. Celix!”
Clariel’s command startled him out of his dazed appraisal of the situation. With a shrug of his shoulders, he followed Clariel out of the room, leaving behind their two brooding guests.
“Clariel, what in the hell are you trying to do? Tempt an all-out war? Because let me tell you, leaving those two alone is just asking for trouble.” Celix attempted to keep his voice down to a low roar, but the craziness of the situation leaked into the questions.
“Arial has walked this Earth for centuries, did you know that? Centuries. All alone. You can see the pain in his eyes every time Bastian appears. I could never be that strong. Facing one day without you in my life would destroy me, and that’s with me knowing that I love you. Yet, they had nothing to hold onto except a memory. Can you imagine the pain of thinking I was dead? Celix, could you survive losing me as they lost each other?”
Clarry’s words speared his heart. He closed the distance between them. The acknowledgment and declaration of their love for each other had never been spoken aloud. To hear Clariel speak of it enflamed Celix’s passion for the male.
“I would rather die than be without you. I exist to love and protect you. You harbor my soul and own my heart. I have loved you and will carry on loving you in this life and the next,” Celix whispered against the lips he’d only ever dreamed of kissing. Clarry whimpered as he opened up to accept Celix’s kiss. He wrapped his arms around Celix’s neck. The tentative sweetness of Clarry’s mouth possessed Celix. Time ceased to exist; the hunger born from years of yearning rose up to claim Celix’s heart.
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Bastian watched the two Nephilim disappear deeper into their quarters. The innocent Clariel completely baffled him. He had never met one so unafraid of him, or so utterly immune to Rhys’ charisma. The door clicked shut. Bastian’s heart thundered in his chest; blood pounded in his ears. Rhys stretched beneath his skin and whispered in his head. Alone with Arial.
In the days since he’d been appointed as a member of Malachi’s court, he’d haunted the shadows of the enclave between medical calls and appointments. In turn, Arial whispered in and out of the enclave and the Vatican. His appearance revolved around visits to the two Nephilim who had just left them. Jealousy snapped at Bastian’s throat every time the bro
ad back disappeared behind the doors of Clariel’s suite. Thankfully, neither the scents nor the sounds of sex ever slipped from behind the closed doors. Rhys would not have tolerated another touching the angel.
He followed Arial every chance he got. Silently, he watched Arial track his prey and feed. Arial’s emotions bombarded him with mixed signals. His angel hated his dependency on the demon blood and souls; yet, he reveled in the kills. Bastian understood his angel more with every feeding and hated the bastards who had cursed the purest being he’d ever known.
The only place Bastian wasn’t able to go was into Malachi’s royal chambers. The Seraphim warded the sanctuary against all forms of evil. If he got to close, Heaven’s fire sizzled against his flesh. He never dared cross the barrier. Laziel wasn’t a being Rhys chose to anger. If Lucifer feared the angel, it was with good cause. So, Bastian watched as Arial disappeared into Laziel’s territory knowing his angel was safe there in the presence of the Creator’s own blood.
Bastian refused to think of Arial as fallen. It simply didn’t compute for him. Arial wasn’t guilty of any sin. He’d given in to a temptation none could resist. Being the son of Lucifer and a succubus queen of the second circle of Hell, Bastian possessed skills of seduction unknown to man or angel. His ability to instill lust brought vampire, wolves, demons and especially angels to their knees.
