Wicked Angel

by Celia Jade

  Lana disinfected her hands with an antiseptic and approached him, struggling to block out the stirrings of her body.

  “Where are you hurt?” she asked, trying not to stare at his bare chest.

  He spread his left wing to display the injury. A two-inch-wide burn wound near the top curve toward his back. Most angels were able to withstand the attack and continue fighting, but the injury needed treatment.

  Apart from the bloodied and blackened feathers at the wound site, the rest of his wing was breathtaking. The unique shade of silver against white gave each plume an ethereal glow and the tips of the primaries were dove-gray.

  She examined the wound. “This is treatable. There will be no scarring. “

  There was a rustle of feathers as Mouric moved. “I’ll leave you to your task then,” he said.

  Lana gave a half-absent nod as she watched the old angel exit the room. Shit. Alone with Julien.

  She moistened a cotton ball with the antiseptic and cleansed the wound.

  “You fear me,” Julien said with a hint of amusement.

  She bristled. “No, I don’t.” Then reconsidered. No point lying. “Well, maybe a little, but it’s mostly awe...never seen such beautiful wings...” Or such a hunk of an angel. Lana dispensed with the cotton ball and said, “I’m going to press my hand to the wound to transfer energy to the site. I need you to be still.”

  “As you wish,” came the smooth response.

  The location of the wound was such that she had to curve her other hand behind his neck to get the proper angle. It caused her breast to brush up against a rock-hard pec. His body tensed as a low groan rumbled in his throat. Her nipple tightened and she clenched her jaw. On top of it, he smelled of earth and a subtle, exotic spice that sent a current of heat to every erogenous zone in her body.

  Focus, Lana. When she felt his gaze on her, she said, “Could you look somewhere else, please?”

  He chuckled, a deep sound that rolled through her like rich velvet. “I was admiring the gold in those lovely brown eyes. It reflects the light in a most unusual way.”

  His comment stroked the female part of her ego, but she raised her gaze up to the ceiling pointedly. His body shook with a quiet laugh and he finally respected her request. Lana closed her eyes and shifted her energy into the injury, which would soothe the discomfort and accelerate the healing process. About twenty seconds later, she removed her hand.

  He flexed his wing. “It feels better already. Thank you.”

  “My pleasure.” She blushed at her choice of words.

  “Mmm...” His mouth tugged into a wider grin.

  I have to get out of here. She crossed the few feet to the tray and cleaned her hands again, then picked up a small jar and a cotton swab. She applied a thin coat of the burn ointment to the injury.

  “I’ll leave you this ointment. Cleanse the wound with antiseptic before applying it as I just did. Once a day for four days.” She placed the jar on the tray.

  Julien spread his other wing out, making her breath catch.

  “Touch it.”

  Surprise made her lips purse before she gave him a disapproving look. “I shouldn’t.” Angels generally didn’t allow people to touch their wings. Of course, that wasn’t the real reason she didn’t want to touch him.

  “You want to.”

  Too damn perceptive.

  She lifted her chin to enforce her refusal but the glint in his eyes was resilient...and magnetic. She was no match for him. With a defeated sigh, she reached out to brush her hand over the smooth feathers. They were unlike bird feathers, more like luxurious, silky down.

  “Beautiful...” The word slipped from her lips like a whisper. The nature of her job had allowed her to touch angel wings but not caress them. Pressing harder, she felt the muscled tissue underneath. Her body longed to lean into him and feel the protection of his wings. She resisted the urge to press her mouth to the feathers. His low rasp yanked her back to reality. She forced her legs to move and began collecting her things. Her job was done.

  She closed the emergency kit and took a few steps in the direction of the door before pausing to meet his gaze. “Don’t overtire your wing for the next few days. Good night, Julien.” Every cell in her body screamed in protest as she made for the door.

  “You’re leaving even though you crave what I can offer you?”

  She froze and swallowed the lump in her throat, yet she kept her back to him.

  “I asked for you tonight, Lana.”

  She processed this slowly. “Why me? There are many good healers.”

  A whisper of wings and she felt his body’s heat behind her. Her pulse jumped as sexual tension coiled around them. His warm breath fanned her temple as his hands grasped her waist.

  “For one thing, you’re an excellent healer...and for another...” He pressed his erection between her butt cheeks, the size of it making her gasp. “...I rarely bed humans, Lana. But you tempt me like no other human female.” His response was a soft growl that made her knees wobble.

  She shut her eyes and melted into his powerful body as his hand slid up between her breasts and curved about her throat. The predatory action spiked her arousal. You tempt me too, Julien.

  “I’ve wanted to take you since I first saw you. Have you at least two, three days straight.”

  The emergency kit slipped from her fingers and landed with a thud on the carpet. She turned around and met his gaze straight on. The blue-black flame in his eyes lit her nerve-endings on fire. The message there was clear, his verbal message even clearer, yet Lana felt that awful jab of insecurity, unsure whether she could please him. He was an angel, an immortal used to mating with his own kind. How could she possibly...

  She traced the full curve of his mouth with an unsteady finger. “Julien, I’m not sure...I mean...”

  “I can be ruthless and cruel when I have to be. Does that trouble you?”

  No. His nature was the main thing that attracted her to him. She held his gaze. “I love that about you. I just don’t know if I can please you.”

  His mouth curved into a frown. “Lana, just looking at you pleases me. Let me show you how much.”

  His warm hands glided over her, deft strokes that ignited her skin as they peeled off every layer of her clothing. Primal urgency took over, quashing the part of her mind that gave a final panicked command to make him stop. A quick tremble of fear and anticipation zinged through her under the hungry heat of his gaze.

  His nostrils flared. “So lovely.” He lifted her with no effort and deposited her in the center of his bed, the cover already folded back.

  She raised herself on her elbows and watched him unzip his pants, her desire liquefying between the folds of her sex. She drew her tongue across her lips as she took in the powerful perfection of his form. He was pure, honed muscle and smooth flesh except for a dark dusting of hair on his forearms. When he removed the last piece of clothing, her breath caught. Oh, my.... His was the kind of cock she really wanted to pleasure with her mouth. Long, smooth and thick enough to make her wonder if she could close her fingers around the shaft.

  His wings folded as he climbed onto the bed. She moved toward the headboard, stopping when her head touched one of the plush pillows. He swept his large hands up her legs, nudging them apart, his powerful body moving over her until his mouth hovered within an inch of hers.

  “You will lose all fears and reservations with me, Lana. Yes?” He pulled her bottom lip between his teeth for a quick nip.

  “Yes,” she whispered, and succumbed to an urgent moan as he took her mouth in a kiss so sensual, so possessive, her bones all but turned to liquid. His tongue stroked deep in her mouth as he pinned her hands above her head in one of his. The hot length of his cock pressed against her pubic bone. She craved him deep inside her, driving her to mindless ecstasy.

  He broke the kiss and their gazes met. A connection flared between them just then, almost palpable. The kind that went beyond physical attraction. The hitch in hi
s breath and the tension in his body revealed that he’d definitely felt it. For a long moment, the only sound was their ragged breaths.

  His thumb brushed her cheekbone. “Sweetness,” he murmured, voice thick with unexpressed thoughts.

  He shifted to his side and glided his fingers down her throat where he caressed the beating hollow. He traced a line between her breasts to her belly, his palm caressing in soft, yet possessive arcs. Delicious goose bumps fluttered across her skin. He went lower, brushed his fingers through the neat patch of dark hairs on her mound. Her hips rose in greedy appeal but his fingers stopped short of her clit and moved back up her body. She tried to bring her legs together to assuage the ache that pulsed in her sex, but the weight of his leg prevented her.

  “Soon, little healer. I’ll give you what you want,” he said, while drawing languorous circles around one breast.

  The circles became smaller until he flicked over a taut nipple. Her eyelids drifted shut as coils of pleasure twirled around her flesh. There was a pause in his lovemaking and then she felt the caress of something altogether different. She opened her eyes and felt them widen at the sight of a long, grey-tipped feather—his feather.

  “Oh...”

  A dangerously playful glint flickered in his eyes. “I’m really going to enjoy this, Lana.” The rough sensuality of his voice brought a new rush of wet heat between her thighs.

  He brushed the tip of the feather across her mouth before following the same path of his hand. The plume was silky soft yet firm enough to produce light pressure. Her skin erupted in hot shivers under the teasing strokes.

  “God...Julien...” Her arms twisted in his grasp and her body writhed under this unexpected assault.

  He focused on the most sensitive parts, teasing over and over again...throat, underarms, belly, nipples. Sweet torture! She quivered with restless need, her cries pleading for mercy, more, everything.

  He moved between her legs, pushed them apart and focused his gaze on her throbbing flesh. A deep purr rose in his throat as he looked up at her. The dark flame in his eyes didn’t intimidate her anymore. She wanted him to devour her.

  “Gorgeous pussy, Lana. A deep rose like your mouth.”

  The lips of her sex contracted in response, anticipating his touch.

  She watched as he reached out and brushed his fingers along the border of her cleft, exploring, teasing so close to her aching center. He circled around her clit, freeing it from its sheath, but just grazing it. An impatient moan escaped her, replaced by a raw gasp when he produced the feather again and brushed it over her hot flesh. Lana had never experienced anything like it. Unearthly. Decadent.

  The tip teased the hairless skin of her outer labia with long, silky-smooth caresses, then swept up to her clit, the swollen bud exposed between his thumb and index finger. One...two...three soft strokes...followed by numerous quick strokes. Her hips bucked as tight pleasure rippled from that spot. When he dipped into the crease of her wet folds, she almost screamed from sheer pleasure but she fought the climax to enjoy that wicked feather a little longer.

  Her hand reached up to grasp onto one of the panels of the headboard. Eruptions, like silken shockwaves, tore through her flesh, shattering in her core. This time, she did scream.

  His mouth replaced the feather and her flesh, intensely stimulated, quivered in continuous sensation. Lana lifted heavy eyelids and watched. His tongue rotated over her lips in eager circles and flicks, and the occasional tug that made her suck in her breath. His nostrils flared and he uttered something inaudible. Her arousal seeped into his mouth, enhancing the glide of his tongue.

  He circled over her clit as he slipped two fingers inside her. Her channel clenched greedily. She fixed her gaze on his sinful mouth as he tugged the folds of her clit upward and lashed the throbbing bud with his tongue. His fingers pumped inside her, increasing the sweet tension in her core.

  “Don’t stop...don’t ever stop...” she mumbled between gasps.

  He pushed deeper, curved his fingers up and found her g-spot. Hard, short thrusts. Sensations multiplied, pushing her to the edge. Meanwhile, his tongue continued its assault. Flick, flick, flick, swirl, swirl, suck. Her arms buckled and her fingers tore into the bed sheet. The onslaught of her orgasm began deep inside her, then that little bud shuddered with unbearable pleasure, multiple times. Her cries turned to breathless whimpers as she trembled long after the ebbing climax.

  Julien came up on his knees, his sexy mouth wet with her arousal. Finally catching her breath, she raked her gaze over him, her hands itching to explore his chiseled muscles. He touched his heavy cock, its tip beading with pre-cum. Her mouth watered. This angel would be her undoing.

  “See how much you turn me on, Lana?”

  A low purr unfurled in her throat. “Mmm...I want you, Julien.”

  He rose over her and took her mouth in a quick, hard kiss. The taste of her juice on him flamed her arousal. Then he shifted, scooped her breasts into his hands and pulled one aching tip into his mouth with a hungry moan. A cry broke in her throat as she arched into him and plunged her fingers into his dark hair. He sucked her flesh deep into his mouth, rolled his tongue over it, grazed with his teeth. He claimed the other tip, loving it with tongue lashes and nips until she writhed with pleasure.

  A predatory gleam flickered in his eyes as he straightened and closed his hands around her ankles. “When I first saw you, several thoughts and feelings hit me. One in particular was how much I wanted to fist my hand in that chestnut mane and take you from behind.”

  The next instant, Lana found herself on all fours, the full head of his cock pushing through her folds, the ends of her hair wrapped tightly around his hand. With one thrust, he filled her to the hilt. A frayed sound escaped her and she shut her eyes as a quiver arced through her. Exquisite. No other pleasure compared to Julien inside her. On instinct, her buttocks lifted, and with a growl of satisfaction, he smacked one cheek and drove into her with the fierceness of an angel warrior. She expected no less.

  Ripples converged and broke apart inside her, snagging her breath then pushing it out with a raw sound. The hard planes of his body pressed into her back as he caught one breast in his hand in a firm squeeze. His tongue laved the area near the pulse of her neck and she cried out at the unexpected bite.

  “You’ll bear my mark for several days,” he growled. “No other male will touch you.”

  A delicious shiver went through her and he drove the remaining coherent thoughts from her mind. She came apart with his name on her lips and felt him pulse inside her seconds later. In her erotic haze, she sensed her body collapsing, his strong arms tucking her against him.

  * * * *

  The stroke of his fingers on her arm brought her out of a light sleep. She blinked, looked into the darkness of the room and nuzzled her face into soft feathers. Mmm...heavenly. With a start, she jerked her head up. “Julien, I’m lying on your wing.” Her voice was husky with notes of sleep and sex.

  “Shh, it’s fine.”

  When she realized it was the injured wing, she made to rise but his arm curved around her waist and pressed her body to his.

  “You’re not on the wound. Lie back down,” he urged.

  She rested her head back on the thick down and exhaled a content sigh. A gentle breeze stirred the curtain at the window, and she noticed the low ledge through the sheer material.

  “Do you fly out of that window?”

  “Occasionally, when I don’t feel like going up to the roof.”

  She linked her fingers with his. “It must be an incredible feeling, to escape the confines of buildings and soar over them.”

  “It is. Would you like to be able to fly, Lana?”

  Her heart clenched. “God...so much. I wish I could grow wings...” She bit her lip, surprised at this personal revelation.

  His mouth brushed against her shoulder and his hand pressed her closer to him. “It’s a good wish, sweetness.”

  His response filled her with an u
nusual sense of hope. She decided not to analyze it and just smiled at the dark sky beyond the curtain.

  A comfortable silence followed. Despite the lack of sleep, Lana felt rested, energized, but...not quite satiated. Her craving for the taste of Julien pumped through her body like a living thing. She feared she’d never be able to get him out of her system. She turned around and pressed her mouth to his, heard the rumble of pleasure in his throat.

  She pushed the sheet away as she kissed and caressed her way down his perfectly sculpted body, intent on tasting the essence of his manhood, on pleasuring him. Her palms roamed over the hard expanse of his chest and the rows of corded muscles along his abdomen, felt his flesh clench under her touch. She wrapped her fingers around the hard column of his cock, and lifted her gaze to his.

  Her breath hitched at the raw intensity in his eyes. Without breaking eye contact, she flicked her tongue across the bulbous tip. A muscle contracted in his jaw as he exhaled a sharp breath.

  “Minx,” he rasped.

  She stroked the shaft a few times, felt the swollen vein on the underside, the quick pulse at the root. She marveled at his size and the silky feel of his skin. Her hand cupped the smooth fullness of his balls, kneading gently.

  His erection was high, making it easy to moisten the underside with her tongue. When she crested the tip, she pulled him into her mouth, holding his gaze the first two inches. That’s it, Julien...watch me. Relaxing her throat, she worked two more inches of him into her mouth, and felt a ripple go through his body. Then she began a slow rhythm with her mouth and her hand while gliding her tongue over his flesh. Pleasure rumbled in his throat.