by Zoey Ellis
Thea leaned against Cam as she sighed against his chest. Just the feeling of her close to him, of her warmth, made Cam’s body react. She looked up at him and grinned. She could feel exactly what he felt.
“We heading back to our quarters,” he said to Zak and Dani. "We've had enough excitement for one day.”
"Of course," Dani said, grinning a little too much. "We'll see you tomorrow."
“See you both soon,” Zak said. “I’ll keep you updated about Amber.”
Cam lifted Thea into his arms and took off into the air before anyone could say another word to them. He wanted Thea to himself, in every way possible. Through her healing with the Creator, her emotions had settled and calmed to a point where he felt sure she was happy.
I am, she said. She turned to him wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her face into him. She kissed up his neck and along his jaw, until she reached his mouth. Cam parted his lips to kiss her, slipping his tongue deep into her mouth and sucking on her. As his cock hardened, he felt her desire calling for him and how badly she needed him.
He landed on the balcony and strode straight into their bedroom, before putting her down.
He began to take off his shirt. "Undress," he ordered.
"No." There was a fierceness in her eye, and a smile on her lips. "Make me."
Cam growled, relishing in that look, one she hadn't given him in a long time. As he strode towards her, he could feel her excitement buzzing within him, beckoning him to her. He smiled, as he realized that she liked it when he was dominant. Grasping her around her jaw he tilted her head and said in her ear, "Shift. Now."
A shiver of desire ran through her that he could feel within him and then she shifted.
Every part of his body rejoiced and his wings spread wide of their own accord. Her angel-form vibrated and pulsed, calling to him in a beautiful silent rhythm that only he could hear. As he looked at her hungrily, she stepped away from him, her eyes wide.
"What's wrong?" he asked, sensing a nervousness in her.
"Are we going to..." she paused. "Do you want children? Because that's what could happen, right? If we..." she petered out, but Cam heard the rest of the thought in her head.
Cam eyed her. "Would that be something you would want?"
Thea averted her eyes and her nervousness bloomed.
"Thea. Look at me."
She returned her eyes to him.
"I want everything you are willing to give me," he said. "You gave me your body, your heart, and your soul. If you want to give me children, I would be overjoyed."
She lifted her brows. "Really? I thought you didn't want them. You’d have to give up your role as a Power, wouldn't you?"
Cam shrugged. "I've been a Power millenniums, Thea. And since you have come into my life, it hasn’t been the most important thing. Imagine a girl or boy with your blue eyes and dark hair? They would be beautiful. And imagine the warriors our Cherubim would be guarding portals against demons? It's like it's supposed to be our legacy." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "The only thing is that we would have to deal with the Thrones again."
Thea grinned nervously. "The Creator has suggested it many times."
Cam stared at her in shock. "The Creator has suggested that we have children?"
Thea nodded. "She thinks that the energy I have could create unique and interesting Cherubim, but she doesn't think pregnancy will happen straight away because I’m not fully angel."
Cam rushed to her, joy bursting within him. He lifted her up, spinning her around as she laughed. He lowered her to kiss her hard. “Elithea, do you want to have children?”
She nodded, a little shyly. “I never wanted any before I met you Cam, but I would like to be a mom.”
Cam couldn’t stop grinning. To have the Creator’s blessing was so rare. "You know this means that the Thrones don't have a say?" he said, mischievously. "I can't wait to see Adonai's face."
Thea rolled her eyes. "I think you don't like him because you’re so similar to each other. I'm sure you were also a little mean before I came along."
Cam kissed her again. I don't want to think about him right now, he said, a playful joy bouncing around him. The Creator has said we could have children and that we could potentially spend a long time trying. He grinned. That means we have a lot of work to do.
He lifted her dress over her head, throwing it aside as he kissed her long and deep before lowing her hands to squeeze her ass. She moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck. He kissed her and kissed her, running his hands up her body to undo her bra and play with her breasts.
Spinning her around he pushed her down so that her hands were on the bed. He slipped his hands in her panties, pulled them down and ripped them off. No more fucking panties, Thea, he growled, as he threw them aside.
She laughed at his annoyance and wiggled her hips. Lowering to his knees, he began kissing, licking and nibbling up her right calf, past her knee and up the inside of her thigh until he reached her aroused heated middle. And then he began again on the left leg, as Thea moaned in protest. When he reached the middle again he licked the length of her slit, flicking his tongue into every crevice. He began suckling on her clit greedily, her taste on his tongue and breathing in her potent scent. This was the only thing that could get him to his knees. If he died right now, he would die happy.
I wouldn't, Thea teased, her burst of amusement piercing his haze of desire. Finish what you start, Power.
He pushed his tongue into her in response, and began to alternate between sucking her clit, her lips and delving into her pussy, wanting more. He grabbed her ass and dragged his fingernails over her curves and all the way down her legs, sending goosebumps all over her body that he could feel within him. She gasped and then creamed that deliciousness into his mouth.
As she dripped down his chin, he undid his jeans, pushing them down to release his cock. It had been nearly two years since he had tasted her, scented her in her most fragrant place. He wouldn't last if he tried to fuck her now so he gathered her juices running down his chin, slathered it over his cock and began stroking.
She looked down between her trembling legs at him, a mild snarl on her face as she dropped to her elbows. Don't you dare come, she demanded. I want it. Don't waste it.
But the look in her eye heightened his desire, which in turn heightened hers. As he fisted himself faster, he reached underneath her, rubbing his palm over her stomach where his children would grow and continued on to her breasts. He gripped one roughly, then the other, fondling her nipples until they were stiff. She moaned, her orgasm approaching. He moaned into her pussy as he came close. Their angel-forms were in a frenzy and the energy between them bounced back and forth feeding on each other until their orgasms crested together sending a rushing blend of coarse and tingling pleasure through them.
Thea dropped onto the bed breathing hard. When she looked back at Cam he was watching her, licking his lips. She turned onto her back as he stood and discarded his jeans.
Her scent was in his nose, in his mouth, penetrating him, enticing his angel-form and within a few moments, he was hard again. He walked toward her, and she shuffled back to the middle of the bed, their eyes locked in a fierce gaze. His eyes flicked to the thin white scar on her collarbone and he pushed away the stirrings of guilt. He could feel that she forgave him and he wasn’t going to let her ever regret it. He climbed over her, trapping her between his elbows. Their angel-forms spoke to each other instinctively—his with possession and dominance, hers with urgency and surrender—there was no need for any further words.
He nudged her knees apart and lowered his hips to hers. She rolled her hips against him, coating him with her juices before aligning her pussy up with his cock. He pressed in and released a harsh breath at the feel of her slick tight muscles around his length. She gasped and spread her legs wider. As he seated himself inside her, they were both still for a moment, relishing the feel of each other. Their wings circled around to cocoon t
hem, blocking out everything but each other.
Then he began to fuck her slowly, moving one of his hands to pinch her nipples. He grounded in and out, filling her completely and she moaned and writhed underneath him. Her hips rose up to meet his downward strokes, taking him deeply and trying to rock her hips so he would speed up and take her harder. Instead, Cam held her still and continued to press in and out of her, driving her body crazy. Her wings fluttered and every part of her tingled.
Cam, she said, mock disapprovingly. When will you ever stop teasing me?
He stared into her beautiful eyes, no hint of any humor. You are mine now, little Nephilim, in every way. I will never stop. Ever. His angel-form hummed in agreement and as he lowered to kiss her, her angel-form matched his vibration. They became one; the physical and emotional experience of each shared with the other, intensifying their connection to something beyond their physical selves. Cam sped up, driven by their combined need for each other until he was slamming into her. She responded just as eagerly and soon they were moving in a quick, feverish rhythm as they took each other, the wet slaps of their skin an echo through their vibration.
His wings stretched out, almost of their own accord, and fluttered to lift them both into the air, maintaining a hover above the bed. Thea clung to him, her own wings flapping underneath as she writhed to meet his thrusts. Cam wound a hand around the back of her neck and supported her head so she could look at him with those eyes. He wanted them on him, burning for him with that fire he loved.
When they came, it was together, in an arresting ecstasy that permeated every inch of their beings; a cascade of intense bliss that couldn't be found anywhere but with each other—not even the Stream could offer anything close.
Eventually, after taking her in all the ways his angel-form wanted, Cam found himself lying on the bed with Thea in his arms, her head on his chest, her hair between his fingers. Their angel-forms were blissed out, as were their bodies, and it had long since turned dark outside.
You’re all I’ll ever need, Thea, he said, looking down at her. I love you. She smiled up at him, his sentiment echoed back at him in her heart and mind, her eyes light with joy. In that moment, he realized that everything they had been through together had been worth it, that this moment alone was worth the pain they had suffered together. In their future, all he saw was a shared life; shared assignments, friends and family, and eventually sons and daughters. They would be together, always.
"Always," Thea agreed, murmuring against his chest.
He squeezed her tighter to him. "Always, my mate."
End of Book Three
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Although this book marks the end of Cam and Thea’s story, the Empire of Angels series continues with Guarded By Dominion, the first book in Zak and Amber’s story.
Read on for the sneak peek!
Guarded By Dominion
Guarding what you own is easy. Guarding what you want… is another matter.
Celebrated Dominion angel Zak lives a simple life in the Angel Realm. Stern and fiercely private, not even his closest friends can get answers about his mysterious past. When he promises to heal Amber, a human woman, from a demon attack, Zak finds himself captivated by her gentle strength, stunning beauty, and sweet nature. In order to protect her from unseen dangers, he is forced to open up to her, but resolves not to let her get too close… even though he desperately wants her for himself.
Successful bakery owner, Amber Clark, has put the demons of her past behind her and enjoys the life she created for herself and her daughter. However, when she wakes up confused, missing memories, and suffering from a strange illness, she begins to feel she’s losing her grip on everything she strived so hard to achieve. As she struggles to figure out what happened to her, her mysterious physician seems to be purposefully getting in the way. Although he is gorgeous and protective and intense, and she cannot let the way he makes her feel distract her from the truth.
Guarded By Dominion is the first book in Zak and Amber’s story and the fourth book in the Empire of Angels series; a paranormal alpha angel romance series. If you’re a fan of alpha heroes, powerful heroines, gritty paranormal worlds and destined mates, Zoey Ellis’ riveting, sexy tale is perfect for you. Also consider reading Cam and Thea’s story about a warrior angel finding his mate, starting with Claimed By Power.
About the end: Although this book can be read as a standalone, Zak and Amber’s story does continue over the next two books.
Sexual scenes and strong language included. Not suitable for readers under 18.
Chapter One
ZAK
Zak stared down Amber.
She looked the same as she always did since he'd been treating her; bouncy, golden hair framed her petite face, her brown lashes fanned out underneath her closed lids, and velvety honey skin. She was a petite woman, and even though she was in her thirties, there was an innocence about her that made her seem younger.
She lay on her bed, a pillow propped up under her head and her hands clasp over her stomach. She looked peaceful, but Zak knew she was still struggling to gain consciousness.
Zak placed a hand on the crown of her head and the other hand on her chest. He closed his eyes and drew on energy from the Stream. Like all angels, Zak had the ability to connect to the pure angelic energy that existed in the Angel Realm. He used the unfiltered, raw energy to treat Amber directly, since her wounds were so severe.
As he fed the energy into Amber, he could feel the resistance within her. The dark ridges on her soul seemed to bristle and burrow into her, trying to reclaim as much of her as they could. Zak had been trying to heal her for eight months, and only now did those scars seem to be losing their potency.
After a long moment of seeping a blast of angelic energy into her, he ceased and opened his eyes. The treatment had to be strong and regular to heal her quickly, and without damage, but it also had to be short. He kept his hands where they were and continued staring at her. She was unlike anyone he had ever met before. Not only was she beautiful, but she had a double quality in her human energy. A softness edged with a mellow strength that permeated her entire being; it was unusual and quite fascinating. He wondered what kind of person she was. He had tried to gain some kind of insight from her sister, Thea, but couldn’t really gain a true understanding. During his time in the human world, decades ago, women who looked like Amber used their looks ruthlessly to get what they wanted, but he had the feeling she wasn’t like that. He continued to drink in her presence; he enjoyed the quiet moments when he treated her, wondering what her voice sounded like, guessing the color of her eyes, what she looked like when she smiled, when she was angry—
"How is she today, Dr. Phillips?"
Zak turned to see a man standing at the doorway. Ethan.
"She’s improving," he said, as he stood. "She is still at risk, but I feel more convinced that she will recover."
Ethan nodded, his blue eyes flicking to Amber before returning to Zak. He was an easygoing man with decent looks; brown hair and slight build. He didn't seem like he was right for Amber but it's not like they were together. They had had a child together and didn’t seem to be any closer than just friends. Plus, Zak had no idea what her type was.
"Thank God," Ethan breathed. He visibly relaxed. "Do you know when she'll wake up?"
"I'm afraid I don't know," Zak said. "It may take more time."
Ethan exhaled harshly. "And you still can't tell me what’s wrong with her?"
Zak schooled his features. Since Amber had been ill, Ethan had been trying to pin down what was wrong with her, but of course Zak couldn't tell him anything that made sense. Amber’s symptoms didn’t align with illnesses in the human world. Zak had to constantly reassure Ethan that
he was a specialist in the field of Amber's illness and that he only had to trust him, but he was aware the excuse was wearing thin.
"I've told you, Mr Harris, her condition is extremely rare. I can give you the official name, but it wouldn't tell you anything."
Ethan nodded, and his eyes drifted back to Amber for a moment. "And Thea is paying your fee?" he asked, his eyes snapping back to Zak.
"Yes, and it includes full after-care. I won’t stop treating Amber until she is fully recovered."
Ethan sighed. "Okay. Have you finished your treatment for her today?"
Zak nodded and picked up his bag of medical equipment and medicines that were completely for show. "I'll be back again tomorrow." He made his way out of the bedroom and glanced back to see Ethan approaching Amber's bed. Zak would be back later on that night, however the humans wouldn't be able to see him. He told himself he wanted to make sure no one harassed her too much during the hours he wasn’t there—he didn't trust anybody, not after the way she had been attacked—but really, he enjoyed sitting quietly with her.
He walked through to the living room and noticed Amber's daughter, Maddy, on the couch. Her reddish-brown hair fell over her face as she leaned forward over her cell phone. She was a slim, lanky teenager who tend to be quiet whenever Zak was around but when he was in his angel-form and invisible to her, she came across as a responsible, mature young woman.
"Your father is visiting your mother now," Zak told her, pausing in the middle of the living room. "You can go in and see her too if you want."
Maddy nodded, her large eyes tracking over him. "Is she awake yet?"
