Angel's Fury

by Meg Xuemei X

  But when I saw that she was mightily pissed, I changed direction.

  “I’ve never been so hot for any female before,” I said in my most sincere tone, and it was the truth. “My cock has been hard for you like this forever.” And I closed my statement with the promise of a fabulous, passionate fuck. What else could a female ask for?

  I nuzzled her neck and inhaled her scent—exquisite and feminine. Though she was in denial, her body responded to my every touch like clay in the potter's hand.

  Her sex soaked her pants, and she was furious and embarrassed that she couldn’t cover the evidence. Her flushing made her more endearing. My finger found the small opening of her pussy and thrust up. The wet fabric went half an inch into her tight sheath with my finger.

  She sucked in a breath, and I panted hard.

  Her sex was more than ready to receive my cock, and that readiness satisfied me deeply.

  My finger thrust a little deeper into her channel, still through with the fabric of her panties.

  A low moan escaped from the back of her throat. Her hot, sensuous lips traced up along my neck, her little teeth grazing on my skin.

  I hissed in pleasure. My thumb moved to fondle her swollen clitoris.

  “Oh!” she cried in surprise, then thrust her sex forward toward my hand.

  The scent of her wild arousal maddeningly encircled my mind.

  Just when I was about to tear off her pants and drive my cock into her, she caught my thumb to stop me rubbing her clitoris and pulled away my finger from its eager, repeated fucking of her through the wet fabric.

  “I don’t care about angels’ fucking style!” she said icily.

  How could she still have the presence of mind to remember our former banter and rebuke me? Her hand gripped my finger and flung it away from her. “Your sparkling personality might make other females drunk with desire and giddiness, angel, but it doesn’t do a damn thing for me. So save your hot breath and wait for that fuck when I say ‘let’s fuck.’ Now get me to the ground!”

  In the long march of time, I hadn’t met any female that had this degree of control when in heat, except the fey princess. And no female could be more stubborn and infuriating than she.

  I wouldn’t force myself on her, even though I was drowning in the lake of lust. But I wasn’t going to give up persuading her either, when I was so close to getting what I wanted. “You’re taking me as the tenth of the fool if you think I’ll just let you go easily after what you’ve done today,” I said, my voice laced with sexual frustration and unquenched dark fire. “I kept you safe even after you beheaded an angel sentinel and betrayed the whole angel race. I even killed my kind for you. And this is how you thank me?”

  “Wow, classy!” she spat with an equal measure of fire. “So you have to blackmail me to sleep with you? I thought you might be different. But instead of showing chivalry, you hijacked me into the sky so you can force me to have sex with you, because you know I’m most vulnerable in the air. Should I applaud you for taking advantage of a defenseless young girl? ”

  “Try to manipulate, ridicule, or threaten all you want, Princess,” I said. “None has worked on me and never will. And if you think you could plead to my good conscience, you’ve already failed. But you’re clever to remember you’re in the high sky. You have nowhere to go, and I have no problem using the situation to blackmail you or take advantage of a defenseless young girl. Go ahead and applaud, or be appalled, like I give a shit. I’m only pleased that I don’t need to remind you, since you already know, that I’m the notorious High Prince of All Angels, and I live up to my reputation. So here is what I want: if you don’t give me something, I’ll never let you down on the ground. Call my bluff, and let’s see how it ends.”

  She sent me a murderous look to full measure, but a feisty female only made my cock harden even more.

  And she’d just realized that as my erection jerked against her flesh.

  Her pink, moistened lips shivered. Her eyes sparked bright ember.

  I could no longer hold back, so I slanted my mouth over hers, this time without invitation.

  PRINCESS ROSE

  His mouth came down on mine, raw and hard.

  It was too delicious for me to care if he intended to mark me or bruise me. Or both.

  His scent of faint pine and fine wine and male musk enveloped me, and his kiss made me feel not only alive, but holding all the rightness in the world.

  I was more than eager to open my mouth to receive him, but I ordered myself not to give in so soon. Though I didn’t let him have easy access to my tongue, I had no strength to pull away from him. Instead, I put on a passive-aggressive act and pressed my lips together tightly yet pouted in order to be kissed fully.

  His tongue tried to pry my lips open, his breath on my skin fresh and intoxicating. My heart pumped, my blood raced, and my body begged for more.

  In revenge for my refusal to open my mouth, the angel smeared his lips on mine from left to right, distorting their shape, then rubbed back to the left, as if they were a rubber toy for him to play with and mistreat. What kind of kiss was that! It was barbaric!

  Even though I couldn’t really compare it since I’d never been kissed by another male, I’d imagined and dreamed what a first kiss would be like: light as the breeze and drunk as the wine.

  Although I was a bit judgmental, I had to admit that his lips were sensual and his masculine scent made me miss the twilight realm.

  Only his manner of kissing was questionable.

  The angel now smacked my lips and suckled them, as if he was plucking a raw oyster from the hard shell.

  Even his savage kiss made my body shiver with pleasure and more desire.

  My blood sang in my veins: Yes, more. Please more, barbarian!

  I tried my best to pretend that I was unaffected by his unrefined kiss. He was applying his tongue now, its tip propelling between my lips and demanding them open, but I kept the path sealed. His tongue thrust harder and impatiently while I resisted him, showing him I had all the patience in the world to frustrate him.

  The angel withdrew his tongue.

  I felt a pang of regret. I should at least savor him a bit more and then bite him after I got a taste. I parted my lips, but his had left mine, leaving coldness and rushing air in their wake.

  He had given up on me then. My small victory didn’t bring me the slightest joy. I hadn’t expected such void and remorse at the abandonment of his warm lips.

  With an effort, to cover my feelings of loss and disappointment I put on an indignant look, as if I’d been mightily insulted. I could feel my face flaming red and my lips felt swollen.

  I needed to make an acidic comment about his kissing fashion, but my ability to speak didn’t seem at its finest, because my mind was nearly a mud pie.

  Seth studied me, amusement and wicked satisfaction dancing in his bright, silver eyes. “You’re the most pretentious little thing I’ve ever known, Rose.”

  A curse rasped off my lips. “You’re indeed a savage, Prince!”

  “I believe you enjoyed this savage,” he said lazily. “I’ve serviced you well. Now here’s what you need to do for me: you’ll give me a real kiss that gratifies me if you want to get to the ground.”

  I sent him a scorching look. “You can’t do that.”

  “Yes, I can. And I don’t mind staying in the sky forever. You, on the other hand, won’t like it. So make me happy and I’ll let you down. When I said real kiss, I meant it in every aspect, and I’ll be a tough judge of it.”

  He meant business.

  I’d have to do it. I had no choice but to deliver what he wanted.

  My guards would panic if they didn’t see me return in the next couple hours. The king would know about my long absence, too. Besides, every angel in Atlantis would soon hear about the deaths of Victoria’s pack angels.

  Enough trouble lay ahead, and giving the angel a kiss would my easiest option.

  I might not be experienced, but I was a
natural in all things sensual, like all Mysthians. And I was their princess, the supposed most gifted fey among them.

  “Fine,” I said, “one kiss, and you’ll let me go.”

  “A real kiss, Princess. It must be sweet, passionate, and erotic at the same time. It must be spectacular.”

  Who said the bastard wasn’t demanding?

  PRINCE SETH

  It would have been fun watching the princess battle herself if I wasn’t so frustrated and my cock wasn’t so eager to get between her thighs.

  When I kissed her, she was desperate for more, but she refused to open her mouth to me. Unfortunately for her, she couldn’t disguise her scent of arousal, which wasn’t half as good as the rest of her at pretending. It told me loud and clear what she craved.

  To get through to her, I needed to shatter her walls and inhibition.

  So I blackmailed her for a true kiss if she ever wanted to be released from the sky, and so she could tell herself that she had no choice but to deliver it. With that, she could relax and truly enjoy our kiss. I also emphasized my demand. “A real kiss, Princess. It must be sweet, passionate, and erotic at the same time. It must be spectacular!”

  I expected no less from her.

  The last time when I’d crushed my mouth into hers, I’d tasted only the iceberg of the divine, which was already more pleasurable than I’d ever enjoyed from any other female.

  I hadn’t kissed her like a gentleman; I’d made it rough to punish her for her refusing to receive me. From her dazed, pissed expression, I could tell my type of kiss wasn’t what she’d expected and hoped for.

  “How do I know whether I can count on you, if I give you such a kiss?” she asked, a calculated, sly look crossing her face. “Since kissing isn’t what you’re after. You’re after—” She swallowed.

  It was endearing that the princess was suddenly shy.

  Yet she forever held the captivating quality of both shyness and boldness.

  “Of course I’m after fucking you,” I said. “But since you refuse to let me have a good bang right here, right now, I have to make a compromise. And compromise is the key to a successful relationship.”

  She snickered. “We don’t have a relationship.”

  “No worries, Princess. That’s not what I’m seeking, either,” I said. “But on my honor, I’ll return you to your chamber once you cheer me up with that kiss.”

  She snorted. “I’ve never known angels care about honor.”

  “Every time you say the word ‘angel’, it sounds like a cuss. However, Princess, you don’t know much about angels. We’re conquerors, always were and always will be. To help you reduce your level of ignorance, I’ll tell you this: we were once a race of honor before we evolved through several stages. As we become the most advanced species in all the galaxies, we realized that honor was garbage.”

  She thinned her lips, but questions climbed into her eyes. She had begun to warm up and grow curious about me. But if I pointed that out, she would relinquish the spark of fire. I needed to set her fire free, even if it hurt me and scorched me.

  I wanted Rose’s passion.

  I hadn’t cared in the past if a female was hot for me or not, maybe because no female had resisted me before, so when facing a real challenge, my male pride wouldn’t accept a defeat.

  “Are you ready for a real kiss, Prince?” Rose asked, defiance in her whiskey-colored eyes before a wicked light swept in.

  My pulse spiked.

  “I’m waiting, Rose,” I said with a lazy smile, knowing it always drove her mad.

  Stripes of yellow, green, and blue flowed beneath us in the wind.

  She was so focused on performing the kiss that she hadn’t realized I had landed us on top of a mountain. Her hands still curved around my neck and her legs were wrapped around my waist.

  I pulled her lower to have her sex meet my erection.

  “No,” she said, afraid of falling from the sky.

  “We’ve landed, sweetheart,” I said.

  She looked down and saw the endless trees under her feet. Immediately, she let go with her legs and slid down my body.

  My arm kept its grip on her waist to stop her from escaping.

  But my worry was unnecessary. She wasn’t going anywhere. She was as trapped on the peak of the mountain as she was in the air, so she still needed to kiss me good.

  She peered at me and ordered, “Close your eyes.”

  I wasn’t used to being bossed around by anyone, so I gave her a predatory look to remind her who she was dealing with before shutting my eyes.

  She stood on tiptoes, her body leaning toward me.

  Her lips—warm, soft, and plump—alighted on my skin. The touch felt like a brush of cozy air. The princess intended to make a statement by taking a different approach than my former crude kiss.

  Instead of going after my hungry mouth, she let her lips hold my earlobe.

  Tingling pleasure spread through me.

  Her little, pointed tongue twirled in a circle, teasing and tasting me. I stifled a groan, and her teeth grazed my skin, moving toward the top of my ear with sensual nips.

  A low, guttural sound rose from my chest. My hand slid into her glossy, lustrous hair, my other hand crushed her against my chest.

  Her lips traced hotly along my jaw, her breath short and hard.

  I hadn’t known that heat could keep building when my blood was already boiling.

  The girl played me as if I were a virgin instrument.

  When her lips reached my mouth and her scent flared under my nostrils, she’d worked me to a fever pitch.

  Her full lips locked on my bottom one, and I felt her hot desire as she sent a silent message: she’d take all the time in the world to taste me inch by inch.

  The fey female kissed like wildfire. What would it be when she had my cock in her mouth?

  My hands grabbed her butt.

  Rose kissed me harder.

  A spectacular kisser. How many males had she practiced on?

  A shot of jealousy punctured me and I vowed to slay all of them if I ever had a chance to meet those males.

  Her tongue urged my mouth to open, and I didn’t need to be pushed. My ambushing tongue wrapped around hers as soon as it marched in.

  Rose let out a low moan, which set my cock on fire. Her hand got into my hair, pulling me closer.

  Our tongues entwined, dueled, and danced. She clung to me like a vine of ivy on the wall.

  The princess had let go of her inhibition.

  Her scent of honeysuckle drove me out of my mind. I plunged my tongue into her mouth.

  I thrust deeply, withdrew an inch, and thrust forward again. It twirled in an erotic move—a vivid imitation of intercourse. I didn’t hesitate to let her know what a male like me truly needed as I let my tongue rub against her tongue, her canines, and her hard palate.

  In sync, my hips ground against her sex.

  She curved toward me, her heart pounding against my mine.

  Rose kissed me back with savage hunger, as if this was her first and last kiss on Earth.

  Fire boiled in my veins; I could no longer hold back. I needed to fuck her now.

  Delightfully, the same need was driving Rose.

  Her small hand found its way under my shirt, urgently exploring my chest, then my ribs, and then the hard plane of my stomach.

  Her every touch was a flame, and it stoked my lust higher and hotter.

  I heard a beast-like groan in the depth of my throat.

  Her fingers slid down, but halted at my belt. They traced along the top of my trousers, only to tease and build up tormented heat.

  My cock jerked up.

  I blew out a breath of relief as her soft hand finally went beneath my belt, fondling my thick pubic hair.

  I tore open her top and exposed the swell of her golden breasts.

  My lips left hers, though I didn’t want to. I needed to have her breast in my mouth. I needed to suckle her tits.

  Her cherry pink n
ipples tightened, shivering in invitation.

  I bent my head, my hand cupped her breast, and my mouth engulfed her nipple.

  Rose threw her head back, letting loose a gasp of pure pleasure.

  I twirled my tongue around the soft, perky thing and sucked gently, then greedily.

  Rose cupped her other breast, urging me to kiss it as well and demanding I show no discrimination.

  I chuckled against her skin and moved my mouth to her other breast. My tongue twirled around her taut nipple, licked it, and suckled it hard. My teeth gave it a light bite.

  “Oh, Seth,” she whispered breathlessly. “Oh…”

  My mouth lifted from her breast.

  “No, don’t stop, please,” she breathed in protest, lust riding her like the wild wind.

  My cock twitched.

  “Please,” she pleaded. “When you stop, they ache.”

  “I’ll give you more than that, eroma,” I said, my husky voice slurring in lust.

  My mouth claimed hers again and my tongue forcefully fucked hers.

  I pulled out my cock and thrust toward her; its hard head entered half an inch into her wet, heated entrance through the fabric of her pants.

  Rose groaned in pleasure, but a moment later she gained a sudden strength. She pressed a hand on my stomach and pushed. “Not…now,” she cried weakly.

  “It’ll be fine,” I coaxed in her ear, my lips grazing on her earlobe. “Baby, it’ll be just fine.”

  She panted heavily. “You’ll have to wait.” Her hand held my cock, gave it a few strokes, and shoved it back into my trousers.

  “Fine,” I grunted. “Hands then.”

  I inserted my hand under her pants, slid all the way down to between her thighs, and palmed her plump, wet sex. It shivered at my touch, which made my mouth go dry and watery at once. I wanted to thrust my tongue deeply inside and taste it before my cock owned it.

  I deepened my kiss, my tongue wildly dancing with hers to keep her guard down.

  She breathed hard. Her fingers grabbed my hair and dragged me closer, but there was no more space between us.

  She had finally lost her head over me. I stifled a chuckle of contentment. She obviously couldn’t get enough of me. Me.