Angelic Desires

by Stephani Hecht

  Just hearing that sentence uttered in her husky, whiskey filled voice made him hard. It had been so long since he’d had a good lay. Appolion suddenly wanted out the ropes, but for a whole new reason. Again, he looked her up and down again, this time he made sure she saw the desire in his eyes. “Come here and give me a kiss, Caddy-Cat.”

  She shook her head, even as she stepped forward. “I don’t want to kiss you.”

  “Liar,” he challenged. “That’s what you intended to do before I woke up and spoiled your plan. Not that I minded. It was a nice thing to see when I first opened my eyes.”

  Cadean drew in a shuddering breath, she might be fighting her desire for him, but it was a losing battle. She was so turned on, she knew he could smell it on her. Her teeth worried her bottom lip. “See? What did you see?”

  “Your pretty lips all pursed up and eager. That wasn’t the best thing though. The real treat was being able to see down that top of yours.”

  With an outraged gasp, she slammed a hand over her chest.

  A flush appeared on her high cheekbones. Appolion thrust his hips up a bit, so her attention would be drawn to his throbbing cock. It worked. Her gazed dropped there and the flush grew even more pronounced. “Come over here and kiss me.” When she hesitated, he made his next order harsher. “Now!”

  She slowly made her way closer.

  Her hips swayed side to side in an erotic dance. The movement made her top ride up some, giving him mouthwatering flashes of her taunt stomach. The creamy flesh looked good enough to eat.

  Once she got to him, she bent over at the waist and pursed her lips.

  “Not that way,” he ordered in clipped tones. “Straddle my lap and press your breasts against my chest.”

  Cadean whimpered, but moved quickly to obey.

  Appolion wasn’t surprised that the whole dominance thing was such a turn on to the hard-ass bounty hunter. He’d found out more than once in the past that type liked being controlled the most. As soon as she settled into his lap, he knew he was in heaven. Even though she still had on those damn pants, the heat from her core soaked through and teased his cock.

  She grabbed him roughly by the hair and pulled him in for a kiss. She attacked the kiss like she was starved. Her tongue swept into his mouth and made several paths before she pulled back to nibble on his bottom lip.

  “Damn, you’re a greedy little thing,” he panted.

  Cadean confirmed his declaration by pulling his hair again, this time even harder and growling, “More.”

  Appolion tired to wrap his arms around her so he could really kiss her, only to have the ropes stop him. “Untie me.”

  She shook her head. “No, now kiss me more.”

  “What’s the magic word Caddy-Cat?”

  Her eyes narrowed. “Bastard.”

  “I wish. Now, what’s the magic word?” He thrust his hips up, grinding against her pelvis.

  Cadean moaned deep in her throat. “Please, please kiss me, rub against me.”

  Appolion gave into her wishes. This time, his tongue went exploring. Her hips rocked against him and the friction felt too good to make her stop. Little whimpers escaped from her as she moved her hips faster and harder. Her kisses grew frantic, almost painful at times, but he didn’t give a damn. If anything, the pain made it better.

  She tore her lips from his as she came. She screamed his name, at the same time throwing her head back.

  He leaned forward to lick her exposed, slender throat. The skin felt silky under his tongue despite the fine sheen of salty perspiration. She didn’t smell of decay, like most demons did. Instead, she smelled like jasmine and the scent seemed to intensify as her body heated up.

  Cadean looked down at him, her lids heavy with passion. “Now it’s my turn to control you.”

  Okay, that comment made him a little nervous. Her impish smile accompanied her slide out of his lap, followed by her drop to her knees. Panic set in as he realized he was still bound, completely at her mercy and she was about to have his most important body part in her hands. Memories of his past tortures flooded back. What if this was all some sick game and she intended to rip him to pieces?

  She paused and looked up at him, her eyes softening in understanding. “I promise not to hurt you unless you want it.”

  For some insane reason, he believed her. Hey dumb ass, don’t trust her. She’s a demon. I know, but she’s about to give me a blow job and I’m pretty sure I’m going to like it. In the time it took him to have that inner argument with himself, she undid his pants and freed his cock. Appolion choked back a gasp as she wrapped her lips around him and started to suck. His hips shot forward so she could take in even more of his cock. Aroused, his arms strained hard against the ropes, which creaked in protest. They cut into his wrists. Warm stickiness told him he bled. He didn’t care though. All he really gave a damn about at that moment was her mouth, and what it was doing to him.

  “Harder, please,” he groaned. Now it was him that begged. Cadean had mercy on him and did what he asked. She sucked so hard and deep the tip of his erection bumped into the back of her throat. She pulled back and run her tongue along the top, lapping up the droplet that formed there. “Take off your top,” he commanded. “I want to see those pretty breasts of yours.”

  With shaking hands, she reached behind her back and unlaced the ties of her corset top, then let it drop to the ground.

  He sucked in a breath at the sight of her beauty. Her breasts were full and the pink nipples, hard and inviting. “Untie me, Cadean.”

  “No.”

  With a roar that sounded more demon than angel, Appolion tugged viciously at the ropes. When they gave, he wasn’t sure who was more surprised, her or him. He didn’t waste any time to ponder his sudden strength. Instead, he grabbed her by the waist, threw her on the floor and dropped to his knees.

  His every move hunger, he crawled over her lush body and stopped when his legs were on either side of her hips. He took one of her nipples in his mouth and rolled his tongue over it. She arched her back up so he could get even more of her as her fingernails dug into his back. Appolion switched to the other nipple and laved the demanding bud.

  “Oh that’s so good,” she moaned.

  He reached under her and worked the zipper on the back of her pants. As soon as his fingers brushed bare flesh, he chuckled. Seems like harpies didn’t wear panties. The lift of her hips let him work the pants down. He took his time peeling them off, his mouth and tongue following the path that his hands created. He kissed her thigh, then the backs of her knees, before stopping to nibble on her ankles. Once he removed the pants, he tossed them aside and worked his way back up.

  Appolion stopped at her thighs when her muscles tensed under his tongue and she shuddered. He brushed her clit with the backs of his fingers while his tongue made lazy circles on her inner thigh.

  “Stop teasing,” she whimpered as her head thrashed back and forth.

  He held up his wrist, the one with the angel harness on it. “I’ll scratch that itch for you, Caddy-Cat. You just need to take this off.”

  Cadean shook her head

  He brushed his fingers against her again. She was so hot and wet for him that her juices coated his hand.

  With a groan of frustration, she undid the harness and slipped it off his wrist.

  He took it from her and tossed it across the room. It skidded across the floor before hitting the wall.

  “I think there’s more that need to come off,” she declared as she got to her knees and stated to fumble with his clothes. They faced each other, their breaths mingling together as she started to undress him. The buttons on his shirt refused to cooperate and she simply ripped it open. The buttons made popping noises as they hit the floor and scattered.

  Cadean pushed him, roughly on the chest so he fell on his back. Then she climbed up him, stopping only long enough to lower his pants just past his hips. Once she had his cock completely free, she took her sweet time and welcomed him into her b
ody, inch by inch. They both groaned in unison when he was totally inside her.

  Damn, she felt so good around him. She was tight, hot and wet and it was all for him. She started to ride him, slowly at first, then faster as the desire grew in both of them. Her cheeks were flush with passion and her breasts danced in time to her thrusts. Appolion was so close to coming, but he held back, not wanting the pleasure to end. She tightened up around him as she came, and all delusions of self-control left him. He gasped out her name as he joined her, his seed spurting into her welcoming warmth.

  Afterward, Cadean collapsed on his chest, gasping for breath.

  He stroked her spine, while he came down from his own after-sex high. “Hey Cadean,” he murmured.

  She lifted her head and gave him a satisfied grin. “What?”

  He placed his palm on her forward. “Time to sleep.”

  Her eyes blazed with anger. “You son of a…” Then she dropped back as she lost consciousness, unable to fight his mental command.

  Cadean jerked her head up. She snarled as she realized she was the one now tied to the chair and damned if the jerk hadn’t used her own angel’s harness on her. She pulled at the ropes, cursing him for his good knot tying skills.

  Appolion came into the room, singing Rob Zombie’s Living Dead Girl under his breath. He’d changed from his uniform and now wore a black rock tee, faded blue jeans and a pair of scruffy tennis shoes. He must have taken a shower because his hair was wet and slicked back. She growled and he stopped, put his hand to his chest and feigned a surprised look.

  “Why, Caddy-Cat, fancy seeing you here.” His jaw dropped in mock shock.

  “Fuck you, Appolion.”

  He pointed a finger at her and gave her a cocky grin, showing off the most incredible set of dimples. “You just did.”

  “When I get out of these ropes, I’m going to tear you apart,” she made her tone stone cold and menacing, the voice of a harpy.

  “I’ll be long gone before you work your way free.” Appolion gave her an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, but I can’t go back to Hell.”

  His pity angered her. It made her chest hurt and her throat ache. An angry harpy was never a good thing. Cadean lashed out at him in a way she knew would hurt him the most. “While I was sleeping, I had a vision of your future,” she revealed.

  He curled his lip. “That shouldn’t be too hard, I don’t have a fucking future.” Appolion turned and started to walk out the room.

  She called, “I saw your life mate.”

  He stopped dead in his tracks.

  His back was to her so she couldn’t read his face, but she knew she struck a nerve because he gripped the doorframe so tightly his knuckles turned white.

  “You’re lying just to fuck with my mind,” he accused softly.

  “I’m a harpy, we have our skills and this just happens to be one of them. You know deep down that I’m telling you the truth. You were raised in Hell, so you should know all about different demons and what they are capable of.”

  He looked at her.

  Her heart almost melted. His face held so much despair and longing. She never realized how lonely he must be. But then who wouldn’t be. He had no one. To know that there might be even a slight chance that there was someone out there must really put a crimp on his whole It’s me against the world, so I don’t need anyone attitude. “Is she…What I mean is…” He cursed softly under his breath and looked down at his feet.

  “You want to know if she is an angel or a demon.” The comment came out as a statement not a question.

  He gave an almost invisible nod. “Yes, what is she?”

  She’s an angel. A beautiful sweet angel, with soft blue eyes and the most beautiful mane of golden hair I’ve ever seen. She’s everything I’m not. But she didn’t admit any of this to him, instead she said the thing she knew would eat at him the most, “She is what you are.” That’s right, Appolion, chew on that one a while. Cadean knew that he doubted he was an angel because of his childhood. The stupid idiot couldn’t see the truth even though he lived with it every day. No demon would live amongst humans and try to help them out by being a police officer. Only an angel would do that.

  Appolion walked up to her and leaned down.

  She flinched, expecting him to hit her for her nastiness, instead he slipped a cell phone into her hand.

  “Here, you can call for help in getting untied.”

  It was all she could do to keep the shock off her face. He wasn’t going to leave her helpless, even after all she did to him. She looked into those intense eyes of his and couldn’t help but feel guilty about the way she treated him. Which was a first for her. Am I getting soft? If so, what future will I have as a bounty hunter? “Your archangel brother, his name is Abdiel?” The words tumbled out her mouth before she could stop them.

  He gave her a suspicious look. “I haven’t seen or spoke to my brother since my father took me to Hell.”

  “I’ve heard rumors that he’s working on Earth for Michael as an angel warrior. In a human city called Detroit.” He tried to act unaffected by her words, but Cadean wasn’t fooled. The way his body tensed and the sharp intake of breath betrayed him.

  He shrugged. “So?”

  “Detroit is pretty big. It would the perfect place for a fugitive to hide out in.” He paused for several seconds, so deep in thought she could almost hear the wheels spinning in his head.

  He finally picked up a bag at his feet, shouldered it, then leaned in and gave her a gentle kiss on her brow. His soft lips lingered for a second before he pulled away. “Not all demons are bad,” he said.

  Now it was her turn to be confused and suspicious. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “Just because you’re a demon doesn’t mean that you can’t do something good with your immortal life.” He gave her one last parting smile before he walked of the house, the door clicking softly behind him.

  “At least I fulfilled my fantasy. Lilith would be so proud of me.” Cadean dialed the phone, then put it on speaker.

  “Hello?”

  “Lilith, I, uh, need a hand.” Soft laughter filled the room.

  About The Author

  Stephani Hecht is a happily married mother of two. You can usually find her snuggled up to her laptop, creating her next book.