Archangels Creed Box Set 1-3

by Azure Boone

  “Yes, yes.” She moaned the words, desperate and he pulled his cock out and plunged it back in, still maintaining a grip in her hair.

  “Fuck me Troy, do it, please.”

  That undid him. That beg. Fucking her was all he could think now. Fast and hard till he came inside her.

  He kept his eyes on her profile, on her lips parted for those mind blowing cries of pleasure as he pounded into her with a ruthless abandon, her yes, yes, yes fueling him on.

  “I’m coming, I’m coming,” she cried.

  Troy grabbed her waist and plunged in frantically, letting his orgasm take him. Devyn shuddered around his cock while he came hard and long, stifling a roar.

  When it was clear they were entirely done, he pulled out of Devyn, turned her limp body around and pulled her into a tight embrace, his lips buried in her shoulder. “Don’t fucking doubt me again. Please, I love you. Never doubt that, it kills me when you do.”

  She grasped his face between her hands and dove on his mouth. “I love you too,” she gasped, “more than anything!”

  It was the first time she’d said it. Troy groaned at how good those words felt, knowing he’d never been so happy in his entire life.

  Kassern sat on the balcony, waiting for Karly to finish in the bathroom. He shamelessly used his angelic hearing, listening to the rhythm of her heart beating, her every breath and sigh, the satisfied moan of having hot water that didn’t run out.

  Kassern tilted his head when he heard another kind of moan. He gripped the rail, feeling the rise in her temperature and pulse. His cock grew when she made those sweet noises he remembered far too well.

  His plan was to love her without sex, show her real affection, the kind she’d been denied all her life, from simple caresses and compliments to making her laugh, but heaven of heaven’s she made it hard. Really hard. In fact, it was proving downright impossible. Every breath she took made him want her more. Every moment became a test of his self-control.

  He was a little amazed about it, actually. Even without a sexual context, her behavior was so innocently sensual, his mind never failed to go there. She was a toucher, always stroking, trailing a hand over, sliding a fingertip across, any surface that presented itself. Whenever she touched something in passing with that obvious appreciation of texture, he couldn't resist imagining she touched him.

  A quickened breath took his mind back into the bathroom, and his own heart echoed the accelerated rhythm of hers. He would think she wouldn’t be so aroused with the absence of…of what? Of him? He was the only one who’d ever made her feel that good, this much he knew. Was she thinking of him? Resisting the temptation to pry into her sweet mind tested his limits. The idea she might imagine him while doing what she was doing drained the strength from his legs. And what was she doing? Exactly?

  He paced on the balcony, the temptation to project himself into that bathroom, no, into that tub with her, nearly overwhelming him. He listened as her breathing became labored and her heart thudded. Soft moans and gasps were accompanied by occasional small splashes, but finally her moans turned frustrated before ending with a sigh and splash of water.

  “Kassern?”

  He froze for a second then went to the bathroom door. “Yes?”

  “Can you…wash my back?”

  He clenched his eyes, hand trembling on the door knob. “Of course.”

  Opening the door, he kept his gaze averted, demonstrating self-control, showing her that it wasn’t all about her body, her luscious sweet, perfect body. Or about those amazing nipples, God what perfection. He knelt next to the claw foot tub and found a safe place to look.

  He was a warrior, he could do this. Eyes locked on the bubbles, he took the soapy sponge from her outstretched hand. She hugged her drawn up knees and he began the simple, normal task of washing her back. Seemed safe enough to watch the water cascade over her skin while she wasn’t aware he was looking. Until she glanced back and caught him.

  “Sorry,” he said.

  She kept her head turned, smiling at him. “For what?”

  For what, for what, focus. He suddenly didn’t want to tell her why. Telling her would just be admitting to the fact that he was weak. She needed strong. He needed strong. “That I’m not better at this back washing.”

  She gave a sweet laugh. “You’re doing fine.” She glanced back at him again. “Sooo, how long have you been an angel?”

  He smiled softly. “Since I was created.”

  "So you didn't like… live a regular life before?"

  Flattered by her interest, he shook his head and laughed. "Is any life regular? But no, I never lived as a human." Had never wanted to either. At least not until recently.

  For a moment, she just looked at him, studying. "When were you created?" A little nervous tension showed around her mouth, as if she were prepared to be shocked by his answer.

  "Honestly?" When she nodded, he continued. "I'm not sure. A very long time." The human mind couldn't comprehend the scope of universal time even if he could explain.

  “Wow. Do you like it? I mean I was thinking being an angel would be boring. The Bible talks about them singing holy holy holy to the lord God almighty day and night.” She shrugged. “Seems like it would get old.”

  Kassern’s laughter filled the bathroom. “Well, I do sing praises, sometimes, but for the most part, I patrol.”

  “Like a cop angel?”

  He sobered when his fingers touched her skin as he washed. “Yes, like a cop angel.” He dipped the sponge in the hot water and stroked it carefully over her back, again allowing his fingers to feel. Soft.

  She suddenly slid down and submersed all but her head in the mound of bubbles. He stared into her eyes and she smiled. “You’re so serious.” She lifted a leg out of the water. “Care to wash my feet?”

  He turned and looked at the perfect foot poised in the air. Anything to touch her. He held her ankle and dipped the sponge, running it softly over her arch. She squealed and wiggled her foot. “It tickles.”

  Tickles. Kassern’s gaze snuck along her leg. His breath froze when her hands waved in the bubbles, parting them so that he glimpsed those perfect petals between her legs. He jerked his gaze away, returning to her foot.

  “Mmmm, this feels so good. You know what I wish?”

  “What?” Kassern had never been so eager to fill wishes. Anything to keep his mind off of her body.

  “I would love a massage.”

  His hand froze and he met her smiling gaze. Great. She was testing him.

  She wiggled her foot again and Kassern took it into his hands and stared at the perfect toes. She curled, then flexed them up. “My feet are ugly, aren’t they.”

  It was a stated fact of life.

  “I was just thinking how adorable they were.”

  “Really?” Like she thought he were crazy but at the same time hopeful.

  He stroked the arch, his fingers slowing to feel everything.

  “Oh wow, you’re good.”

  Kassern couldn’t answer as he focused his fingers along the muscles and nerves that bore her slight weight. The moan she gave made his cock twitch.

  “I mean wow you’re really good. Of course you are, you’re an angel.”

  Kassern was oblivious to anything but feeling her. His eyes drifted shut as he worked his fingers over her ankle and then gradually her calf. Her every moan fueled him on along with the ecstasy of her silk wrapped muscles.

  Surely he'd never heard a sweeter sound in all his angelic life. Without even thinking, his fingers moved with perfection, creating more of those sounds. He brought her foot to his chest and pressed it against him so he could use both hands.

  He didn't notice his t-shirt dissolving under her foot so that he could feel her against his skin. He also didn’t notice that his fingers worked their way down her leg and entered the water. He just couldn’t stop. Mesmerized by her racing pulse and the need resonating in her moans, his finger
s explored the silky softness of her inner thigh. She was heaven wrapped in the flesh.

  “Kassern.”

  His eyes snapped open and his hand froze, realizing what he was doing. He jerked his hand back and stood. “I-I’m sorry.” What an idiot.

  She sat up abruptly and his eyes locked on her glistening breasts and erect nipples. Fire erupted in his veins, licking out of his eyes. He clenched them shut, turned, and left before he proved to her not even an angel could love her without wanting sex. What was he thinking? What was wrong with him? Was his angelic side losing to his human? Even so, that didn’t mean he shouldn’t have quality human traits! He looked down and finally realized he was shirtless. Just wow. He quickly donned another.

  Karly’s screech jolted through him and he flashed back into the bathroom. “What?”

  She grabbed him by the shirt and buried her face in his chest. “A spider!”

  To his horror, his shirt dissolved again. What an embarrassment. “A spider?” His words gushed through the excitement her touch brought. He quickly ushered her out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. “You don’t like spiders?”

  “No!”

  He couldn’t help but chuckle at the cute are you insane look on her face. Then she noticed his missing shirt.

  “You always walk around like this?” Her warm breath on his chest sent chills through him.

  “Yes.” No sense in telling her he was trying to keep his clothes on and her touch dissolved them.

  “Well?” She looked up at him. “Are you going to kill it?”

  “What, the spider?”

  Again he chuckled at her furrowed brows. Her way of saying you’re awfully slow for an angel.

  “I just told it to leave and never return.”

  Her eyes popped with amazement. “And it listened?”

  “Of course.” Kassern resisted the urge to stroke her flush cheek.

  “Well good!” She nodded, relief softening her face. She lowered her gaze to his naked chest and pointed with a finger. “You should keep your clothes on.”

  “Yes. Sorry.” He thought on a long sleeved red silk shirt.

  “I mean…how would you like it if I were to walk around that way?”

  Kassern’s grin faded with the look she leveled on him. Silky…like her words that slid over his body. He struggled to dispel the image she’d effortlessly given him. “You better get dressed. I want to cook for you.”

  She sucked in a happy breath. “Really? How romantic!”

  Sounded like she considered that a good thing. Her gaze suddenly angled at him and she slowly drew closer until her hands touched his chest. He focused on holding his shirt in place, watching her draw her lower lip between her teeth. “I can pay you back nicely.”

  When her hand cupped his cock, Kassern flashed to the other side of the room. Heart racing, he stared at Karly who stood looking confused and…fuck, rejected.

  Kassern hurried to her. “I’m sorry, I just…I don’t want you to think you have to do anything sexual for love. You don’t. Love is a free gift.” He stroked her cheek, staring into her hopeful clear blue eyes.

  She lowered her gaze to his chest and placed her hands on it. Fucking shirt dissolved. She smiled. “Why do you keep doing that if you don’t want sex?”

  Kassern clenched his eyes tight. Good question. “Because you’re beautiful.” Shit, there was no other answer he could give.

  She held her towel again, looking up at his careful expression.

  “There are a lot…of beautiful women.”

  He finally gave in to the urge to stroke her cheek, wanting to utterly eliminate the worry from those eyes. “Not to me.”

  She bit her lower lip again, the edge of her mouth tugging with a smile, eyes bright. “Really?”

  “Yes.” His answer came on a single breath.

  “Then…why don’t you kiss me?”

  His brows narrowed at how everything in her world had sex attached. “Kissing you doesn’t prove that you’re beautiful to me.”

  “No,” she whispered, gaze dropping to his lips. “Don’t you…want to kiss me?”

  Why was this going so badly? Why was her every question like a double-edged sword?

  “I want…to prove to you that love isn’t about sex.”

  Her gaze narrowed now, confused. “Then…what is sex for?”

  Kassern stared at her, amazed with her check mate. He swallowed. “Um, well. Sex is…sex is for reproduction and…a way for a couple to express…”

  “Express their love for each other?”

  And there it was in those clear blue eyes. She’d known this. She’d known it all along. It’s not that she didn’t know what sex was supposed to be, it was that she never thought herself worthy of it.

  Shit.

  “Yes,” he agreed, admitting defeat.

  She swallowed, her eyes narrowing. “So…what you’re saying is…you don’t love me like that.”

  Kassern watched as all the carefully stacked truths crashed to her feet, proving that she was unworthy, just as she’d thought.

  He reached for her and she spun around. “Get out. Please.”

  The tremble in her voice tore through him. “No.”

  “Damn you, I don’t want your stupid angelic pity.” Her words strained with burning agony and a maturity that only a life of unthinkable pain could bring.

  It filled Kassern’s being like acid, staggering him. “Karly.”

  She spun to him and he marveled at her selfless concern. Even though it was her pain he choked on, she worried for him. Never had he witnessed someone as beautifully broken as her. Despite the outward jagged edges, the true heart, once the tarnish had been peeled away, remained pure and perfect.

  “Come to me.”

  A human could not refuse the power in his words. And she didn’t. When she stood before him, he took her hand and placed it on his chest. His shirt dissolved and he allowed her to feel his spirit. Feel what she did to him.

  Her gasp hit his skin like a tidal wave of warmth. She felt what that did to him too. He reached for her other hand and moved it along his abs.

  “Oh my God,” she whispered, feeling how her touch commanded his warrior's fire and sent it in a mad frenzy to obtain what he had to have.

  Her astonished blue gaze full of happy tears rose to his. She sobbed when his fire grew hotter under her joy. Then she sobered in amazement with the realization that he was prepared to forfeit everything he was to give her joy of any and every kind.

  Her arms slowly circled him and she placed her head against his chest, embracing tightly. Her tears seeped into his skin, his spirit, making his muscles hurt. She gasped and pulled away at the sensation of, his angelic restraint withering beneath her every breath. She stepped back and slowly took in his body.

  “I need you,” he whispered. All his clothes dissolved before her gaze, revealing the utter extent of his confession.

  She opened her towel and let it fall to the floor. Kassern’s low growl rippled through the air and he began to slowly circle her. Staring at her. Every inch.

  “I’m afraid.” His words echoed over the growl still rippling the air.

  She followed his slow restrained steps. “Why?”

  “I’m afraid I’ll hurt you.”

  He watched how his words excited her, causing her breasts to rise and fall faster. She understood what he was trying to say. And it aroused her. And that aroused him somehow more.

  “I trust you,” she whispered, eyeing his extremely engorged cock.

  Her gaze brought his fire out to dance on the surface of his skin. “I don’t.” He’d never felt need like this. More powerful than any divine sorrow or righteous fury. He didn’t understand it. What would it demand of him?

  What would she demand of him?

  Karly's lips parted. God, he was beautiful. Lean muscle stood out in stark relief against the paleness of his skin, and flames limned his body with a go
lden-red light. Before she could move to touch him, a tongue of that flame emerged from his eyes to sweep over her body.

  Hot liquid silk engulfed her most intimate parts and passion roared through her, leaving her ready to do anything he asked. And still, he didn't move to touch her. Well, she wasn't going to wait. While she had him standing still and not pushing her away, she intended to take full advantage.

  She pressed forward bringing her body into slight contact with his. The blast of heat from him shocked her, and she gasped.

  Kassern flashed himself away, across the room. "Karly, listen to me."

  "No." She started toward him. "You're not going to scare me off." But she couldn't move forward again. He held her immobile with his power. "Let go, Kassern."

  His hands came up in a pleading gesture. "I will. I just need you to listen first. Please?"

  Not like she had a choice. She nodded.

  "You are in control." He licked his lips. "I will do anything…" He flashed just a few feet away from her. "And everything…" Another flash brought him even closer. "You heard that, right? Everything… you ask." One last flash, and he placed his hands on her shoulders as if to hold her still. "But I need you to go slow."

  Karly's body throbbed with the intensity of his words. Power zinged along the surface of her skin. This man, this incredibly glorious being, trusted her. He gave her absolute control. The very concept made her heart jump into her throat. She licked her lips, trying to decide how to proceed. He waited, silent.

  Taste. She had to taste his skin. Pressing close, hands at her sides, she leaned forward, her mouth level with his chest. Massive musculature trembled and heat rolled off his body. Feather light, she allowed her lips to touch him, to creep along his skin, following the contours of his chest. Impatient to actually taste him, she let her tongue flick out to curl along a ridge of muscle.

  A heavy growl reverberated through Kassern as he quivered in place, fists clenched, every muscle tensed and poised for action. "Karly?"

  "Hmm?" She continued her oral exploration of his chest, determined to taste every inch of him.

  "Say you want me bound." His voice cracked with tension.