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Noelle woke to a sound like bed sheets flapping in a breeze and pried open her eyes to find the source.
Dawn and a crisp chill crept into her bedroom through the open balcony doors. Open? No! Heart in her throat, she rolled out of bed and slipped through the doors to save Magnus from himself.
What met her gaze caught her breath and brought tears of hope and deep, abiding joy to her eyes.
“Magnus,” she whispered. “You’re an angel.”
Chapter Three
Magnus had only a moment to transform, furling his wings into the flaps of skin on his back where they melted out of sight and shifting his face into its human mask. He didn’t want her to see him like this—recognize the true demon he was. He turned slowly. I’m not what you think I am…
Noelle stood still and naked, a hand pressed to her mouth as tears fell in rivulets down her cheeks.
When he stepped toward her, a thin sliver of sunlight struck his back and his flesh hissed like bacon on a skillet.
Her eyes widened. “Come inside, quick!” Noelle said, grabbing his arm and pulling him back into her apartment. She quickly drew closed the curtains and then leaned back against the door to stare. “I knew there was something special about you. But an angel…” she whispered, scraping at the tears.
Magnus shook his head. He’d almost done it. Almost ended his eternal night. But Noelle’s expression made it impossible for him to step back onto the balcony to finish it. He’d been called many things in his lifetime—Demon, Hell’s Spawn…Vampire.
He needed to set her straight but hesitated. She thought him worthy…and good. When she reached out to caress his cheek with wonder in her gaze, he wanted it to be true.
Magnus drew her close, burying his face in her hair to shut out the adoration in her eyes. Had he been younger, less seasoned, it might have been fatal mistake.
Beneath the curls, her pulse throbbed, loud and insistent, reminding him too well of his true nature. He hadn’t supped the day before. Hadn’t wanted to meet his death with a belly full of blood. Had hoped his fiery demise would cleanse his soul of the sin he’d perpetuated since the rites of puberty had made him a demon.
Now, his Hunger roused, ravenous and impatient for a meal.
He shoved her back and drew in cleansing breaths, but her natural perfume filled the room, choking him with the need to cloak himself in her scent.
She reached for him. “What’s the matter?”
He stepped back, sure her touch would scorch him like sunrise. Don’t touch me!
Concern etched lines on her forehead. “Is it your back? Are you hurt?”
The stripe of blisters on his back throbbed, but it would soon heal. You aren’t safe with me.
She wrung her hands, apparently clueless that her pale, rounded body was raising the beast as well as his cock. “Please let me help.”
A short bark of bitter laughter escaped him. He needed food, needed her gone so he could seek a meal in the shadows of the building before he went mad. I need to leave. Now!
“Why won’t you let me help?” she asked, her voice raw.
Magnus shut his eyes. You can’t. You resist me. When he opened them, she hadn’t moved.
Her head canted. “What do you mean? I don’t understand.” She swept her hand toward the bed. “I’ve given everything you’ve asked of me.”
She still wasn’t moving, wasn’t dressing and her heart pumped faster, louder. Soon his inner beast would roar through his façade and take what Magnus wanted to save. I must take sustenance! he lashed out in frustration.
She waved a hand toward the kitchen. “Then I’ll make you something,” she shouted back.
He shook his head, feeling the beast writhe inside, clawing at his stomach. I need… How could he say it without diminishing himself in her eyes? You resist my…enchantment. Others do not.
“Enchantment?” Her eyes rounded. “Like in the liquor store? You never spoke a word but everyone left. That’s what you mean?”
He nodded, afraid to say more. They never remember what I take.
“I’m trying to understand here,” she said, her forehead creasing. “You need my surrender?”
I don’t want yours.
“Why not mine?” she asked, an edge of annoyance and hurt sharpening her voice. Then she drew a breath. “Will it hurt?”
Resigned that she wasn’t giving up, he replied wearily. Not much. Only at the beginning. I take only what I need.
“Like…a life force?”
The beast inside chortled at her naïveté. Feeling lower than the vermin he’d found at the bottom of the empty stone casket the day before, he nodded again.
She lifted her chin. “I’d like to try…to give you what you need.” Her gaze swept over him, lingering on his erect cock, and she arched an eyebrow. “It’s not like you’re dressed to go out.”
He swallowed the bile that rose at the back of his throat. I have to take the edge off my hunger first.
“How?”
Sex is a good substitute, he said, his hands fisting at his sides.
“Why don’t we go back to bed then?” she asked, her voice quieter now.
Noelle, I mustn’t put my mouth on your body when I’m this hungry. Heat suffused his cheeks and neck. He hated he had so little control.
“So…” Her eyes widened. “Oh!” Her gaze fell again to his cock and she wet her lips. “You’ll tell me if I’m not doing it right?”
I can do it myself…if you don’t want to. He waited, his balls tightening with need as she stared.
“No! I-I want to. I’m just…”
Get a pillow for your knees.
“A pillow? Oh yeah.” She picked up the nearest from the bed and turned back, clutching it to her chest. “Do you want me to do it where you are?”
At the moment, Magnus wouldn’t have cared if she asked him to step onto the balcony with the sun scorching his back. Now that she’d offered, all he could think about was her mouth surrounding him, drawing on him.
She dropped the pillow just in front of him and gave him a look that was one part intrigued and another anxious.
He extended his hand.
She slid her palm along his, her eyes half-closing and swaying for a moment before kneeling with his assistance. “I think I made the right choice last night,” she said, humor in her tone.
Oh?
“Not looking first. I can’t believe we fit.”
Magnus snorted and then started when her warm hand grasped his cock.
She measured him, trying to touch fingertip to fingertip but failing. “You’re beautiful, you know. Every part of you.” Then one warm hand cupped his balls and her hot mouth kissed the weighty sac.
His balls drew taut and high, his cock jerked, anticipating…
Her lips opened and sucked one ball inside the steamy cavern of her mouth, her jaw widening and narrowing as she suctioned, gently but relentlessly, until his toes curled into the carpet beneath his feet. When she released it, he gasped in protest, but she quickly turned to the other ball and laved and stroked it with her tongue.
His attention was so focused on the exquisite agony she applied to his balls, he hadn’t noticed the fierce grip she had on his cock until she tugged him, in rhythm with the tongue scouring his balls.
His fingers threaded through her hair and he urged her higher.
A soft, seductive chuckle vibrated on his flesh and she resisted his direction, tonguing the line that separated his balls and following it down, lifting the sac to lick the sensitive spot just behind it.
Magnus jerked his hips, tunneling his cock between her fingers like he wanted to do with her sweet mouth.
She sucked the spot hard enough to leave a sexy bruise and then mouthed his balls once more before drawing away. “Did I do okay?” she asked, a wicked glint in her eyes.
There I was thinking you didn’t have any experience.
“Not much, but what I do know…” She smiled and turne
d her gaze to his cock then licked the palms of both her hands and gripped him again. She grasped him at the base and beneath the crown and twisted firmly in opposite directions, moving her hands together and apart.
So intense was the friction her hot hands built in seconds, his taut balls readied for release, his cock strained, the skin stretching so tight around his shaft he thought he’d burst.
Then she ringed the base of his cock, cutting off his release. “Not quite yet, mister.”
Magnus opened his eyes. She knelt at his feet like a supplicant, her cheeks pink with exertion and arousal, her breasts lifting with her rapid, shallow breaths, her lips rosy and swollen…and poised above the crown of his cock. He drew in a ragged breath, anticipation hardening his body to stone.
She stuck out her pink tongue and licked the slitted eye, taking the single drop of pre-cum into her mouth. Her eyes closed as she savored it. Then her lips kissed the soft crown, opening to glide her tongue on the surface. He gripped her hair hard, urging her to take him deeper into her mouth.
She moaned and widened her mouth to suck the head inside and swirled her tongue over the surface in drugging circles while one hand slid up and down his shaft.
His hips pulsed, driving his cock deeper along her tongue, and she murmured, opening her jaws to accommodate him until he pumped against the back of her throat, faster now.
Then she began to suck, her cheeks hollowing and billowing as she drew harder. The hand clasping the base of his cock moved with the other, wringing delight from his body as they stroked together, harder, faster.
Magnus’ legs trembled as he tried to hold off his orgasm, tried to extend the sweet agony she built in his loins. But the pressure in his balls exploded and he groaned, gripping her hair and flexing his buttocks to drive deep into her wicked mouth, again and again, his balls pushing cum through his shaft to jet in rhythmic splashes against the back of her throat.
When the last shudder racked his body, she bathed him with her tongue, now stroking up and down his length to soothe rather than incite.
Magnus tilted back her head, pulling her mouth away from his waning sex. I thought you hadn’t much experience.
Still seated at his feet, rich, delicious pink flooding her face, she lifted an eyebrow. “I don’t, but isn’t this the first thing a lover teaches a woman?”
Who—?
“Did I ask you for names?” She canted her head. “Are you jealous?”
He gave a sharp shake of his head and held out his hand, lifting her to her feet where she swayed for a moment, a hand pressed to his chest. Magnus inhaled the scent of her arousal and his cock stirred against his thigh. I must feed.
Her head whipped back, her gaze startled and wary. She released a short gasp of laughter. “I forgot—this was just the appetizer,” she said, her voice faint.
Close your eyes.
“You won’t let me see?”
I’d frighten you.
Her gaze went back the French doors. “All right,” she said quietly. Then her expression sharpened and her face swung back. “Will I remember?”
The human part of him groaned inside for the coming loss. Not if you surrender.
“Everything?”
It’s better this way.
“For whom?”
He didn’t answer, just waited for her to decide.
She cleared her throat, tears welling. “So, if I’m going to forget anyway, what does it matter if I watch?”
It matters to me.
Noelle drew in a jagged breath and gave him a quick, tight smile. “Okay,” she whispered and closed her eyes. “What happens next?”
Suddenly, his arms closed around her and Noelle gasped, squeezing her eyes tight. How had he moved so fast?
First, I need you relaxed.
“That’s never gonna happen,” she murmured and snuggled closer, sliding her belly back and forth on his cock.
Slowly, we’ll take this one step at a time, he said, settling his hands on her bottom and squeezing.
“I like the sound of that.” She tried to sound casual, but her voice quavered, and inside her mind wailed. She thought about trying to trick him, pretend she’d give him her total compliance. But how could one lie to an angel?
Moving to her side, Magnus lifted her in his arms, taking three steps toward the bed before lowering her gently to its center.
She sighed when the cool sheets met her back and lowered her arms to settle on the pillow beside her head, indicating her surrender to whatever he had planned.
The mattress dipped, and Noelle shivered as he crawled over her. When he stretched out his full length, his body warmed her from chest to toe.
“So, I’m wondering,” she said, trying to inject lightness in her tone, “do you screw all your meals?”
No, only the tastiest, he said, bracketing her face with his hands. Don’t think too much. Let me do everything.
His sweet, hot breath brushed her lips and Noelle moaned softly, opening for him. The kiss—soft, drugging—produced an instant lethargy that calmed her racing heart.
That’s it, love. His head slanted and his lips sealed hers, circling gently, drawing on her mouth until her head followed the slow circles, unwilling to break the bond while her body heated, desire curling in her belly and swelling her pussy.
Noelle appreciated his desire to bring her along slowly, but her breasts already tingled and her pussy wept the first creamy tears of arousal. Her legs moved restlessly beneath his, and finally she lifted her chin to break the kiss. “Please, Magnus. You’re killing me.”
Don’t rush me.
The sexy, amused tone of his reprimand had her fingers curving into the bed sheets. “Can I at least touch you?”
Of course. I didn’t say you couldn’t.
Her hands clamped onto his shoulders as he renewed the kiss, and she smoothed them up to grip his hair—hard. When he resisted her insistent urging to hurry things up, she thrust her tongue inside his mouth.
A chuckle erupted from his throat and he deepened the kiss, twining his tongue with hers.
“Mmm…” she moaned again, scraping his tongue with her teeth, trying again to incite his ardor and force him to take her. Her desire raged, tightening her nipples painfully where they stabbed against his chest, his soft hairs tangling around the tips, arousing her even further.
When the long ridge of his cock dug into her belly, she answered with an undulating roll of her hips, cupping his length in the well of her belly, grinding her mons against the base of his cock.
Moisture pooled between her legs, seeping to wet the sheet beneath her bottom and she smoothed her hands down his back to clutch his hard, rounded buttocks, squeezing to bring him closer.
Magnus relented and slipped a knee between her legs, bringing it up snug against her cunt.
Noelle’s breath caught on a sob and she grasped the thick-muscled thigh between hers to rub her aching pussy in frustrated jerks, trying to ease the painful fullness throbbing in her clitoris.
With her nipples scraping his chest, her pussy grinding on his leg, her arousal rose sharp, pungent, blinding in its intensity. Every thought, every movement drew a scorching heat between her legs and focused all her attention on finding the release just beyond her reach. “Magus…please,” she whimpered.
Sweet Noelle, open your legs to me, his silent inner voice rasped.
Weak with relief, she opened her thighs and let him settle in between, nearly sobbing when he dug his cock into her opening, and pushed inside a couple of inches. She held her breath, preparing for his searing invasion.
Keep your eyes closed, love.
“I will, I promise,” she gasped. “Please hurry.”
He pumped inside once and a growl, guttural and animalistic, broke from his throat. The cock pushing inside her didn’t move, but something about it changed. Silk-encased steel before, it hardened further and his thick girth expanded, stretching her impossibly wide.
Where her arms surrounded his back,
the muscle corded beneath her fingers, bulking outward. The weight anchoring her to the bed grew heavier, causing the bedsprings beneath her to groan.
Noelle felt all this, recognized a miraculous transformation was taking place inside and around her, but she held her promise, squeezing her eyes tight.
Suddenly, he pulled out. Turn!
She didn’t recognize the voice inside her head—the roughened rasp was deeper still than Magnus’ low bass—but she complied, rolling to her belly only to clutch at the bedding for purchase when a meaty arm encircled her waist and drew her bottom up, hard thighs pushing hers wider. Fingers found her wet opening and thrust inside, testing, widening, finding her slick and hungry, her pulsing lips making lush, moist sounds as excitement pulsed inside her cunt.
Noelle sobbed and dropped her chest to the bed, rubbing her hot nipples on the sheet and tilting her bottom higher.
He growled again, and sharp teeth scraped down her back, nipping at her bottom, grazing her swollen labia. His hard hands parted her buttocks and his roughened tongue lapped at her asshole, making her squirm and mewl now like a kitten, so desperate was she for him to fill her.
The tip of his tongue stabbed into her ass and Noelle screamed, rearing up to take him deeper as a wave of heat washed over her, prickling hot pinpoints of flame flickering behind her closed eyelids.
He stabbed inside again and liquid gushed from her pussy, trickling down her thighs as her empty cunt clasped and parted hungrily, starving for his cock. Her thighs and belly quivered, her breaths grew shallow and she sobbed as she buried her face in the mattress and prayed he’d take her now.
Then he was behind her, his thighs crowding the backs of hers, his hands opening her pussy and fitting his cock to her opening. He jerked her up from the bed, curving to fit his belly to her back, and rammed his cock inside her tight cunt.
Chapter Four
Noelle screamed so loud the cry echoed around the room. When it stilled, she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move. She’d never been so full, so stretched. Suspended on his cock with his raspy breaths shorter, harsher, the hands gripping her hips so hard she knew she’d have bruises—but she didn’t care.
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