by Multiple
Everything along the street and sidewalk was unusually vivid. The coolness of walking in the fresh, rainy air on this grey day felt good. She loved the sounds of the cars whooshing past, spraying water to the curbside. The cold rain on her face made her skin bloom like a flower. And somewhere, behind her, he followed.
She had worshiped his body. She had worshiped this man and bore a scar on her heart—his mark on her forever—like a scarlet letter. Surprisingly, each time she looked at her naked body in the mirror, the scar didn’t show through her angel skin. It had burned, growing in intensity since their parting. Today, it throbbed in her chest, causing her pain. Yet, she wanted to feel it.
The warmth of his gaze on her as she walked down the rainy sidewalk was gentle, and persistent. She welcomed the feeling. It moved from her exposed ankles, all the way up the backs of her calves, behind her knees, and under her skirt as she walked. It traced over her cheeks and found the base of her spine where it inched up one vertebra at a time. Then it fanned out and fluttered up the base of her neck into her scalp.
She rolled her head, easing and stretching the muscles. At her temples she felt tiny circles of heat. Warmth washed over her nipples. Fingertip tingles slid down her stomach into her panties. When she felt the gentle pressure on her mound she had to stop walking. She was undone. Every part of her ached for him.
He has come back to claim me.
He was clever coming to her this day—the day before she was to return home. He wouldn’t interfere with her last guardianship. He probably had been watching her breathe life into the therapist. Her charge’s encounter with the beautiful redhead at the symphony would keep him satisfied for two lifetimes. Angela had matched and intertwined them. The woman was creative and experimental. The therapist desired to be the student again, not the teacher. They blended together, complemented and contrasted one another perfectly. He had found true love at last. She found someone to share her healthy sexual appetites and need for dominance. It was a beautiful thing, and it would last. Her work was done.
Her bag was packed. Doris was to pick her up tomorrow morning at ten. She would meet Claire for hot chocolate first. Then Doris would take her home to Heaven, less than twenty-four hours from now.
But that was before she’d seen him.
What will they say? She hoped Claire would make a different choice than she had. She really did.
The spicy, ancient scent wafted up from behind her. He held a large black umbrella over her head, but stood just behind, out of her line of sight. She heard his breathing, as his warm finger traced the arch of her right ear, touching her for the first time. She closed her eyes and heard his husky voice.
“Angela. Angela.”
She had dreamed of hearing him say her name, claiming her for himself, every day since they parted.
“My beautiful, sad Angela with the broken heart.”
She started to turn, but he held her shoulders.
She felt the warm breath and the gentle brush of his lips against her skin as he whispered in her ear, “No. Not yet, my love. Soon.” He leaned into her, pressing his body against her back, bringing his arm around her waist and up under the front of her sweater. “Ah, yes. I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you.”
Angela inhaled sharply, straightening her spine. She couldn’t concentrate on anything except what was going on under her pink fuzzy sweater.
They were still on the sidewalk a block away from the bookstore. How many cars had driven past? With a warm touch to her backside that lingered hot like she’d been burned, he urged her forward, walking slightly behind her. She stayed under the umbrella. Then she stopped.
“Are we going to my place?” she asked.
“Is that where you want to go?”
“I’m not sure. But I need to leave word.”
At these words he gripped her arm and squeezed. She could tell it thrilled him. She wanted to turn to face him, but he stopped her again.
“We have rules. You know the rules.”
“Yes,” she said calmly.
They continued walking toward her apartment. He closed the umbrella when they entered the lobby. She heard him shake it. They headed for the stairs and he was right behind her, sometimes grazing her thigh with his own. They mounted the steps together. To an outsider it would look like she was leading him. Maybe I am, she thought. They walked down the thick carpeted hallway without a sound. Alone.
“Are you changed?”
“I’d like to think you would find it an improvement.”
He put his hand up to the back of her neck and massaged it, digging strong fingers into her flesh. It was where she always carried the weight of her mission. He remembered. He wants me relaxed. Yes. So natural under his touch. His actions were gentle and small, but his intention screamed loudly.
At her apartment, they stopped. She put her key into the lock, but before opening it, pressed her forehead against the old wooden door and sighed. “I’m terrified. You need to know that.”
“Of course. Let me take care of all that. I will be gentle with you. I want this experience to be completely pleasurable. For you, especially. There is no pain. But you will feel sad we have not joined before. You will pine for the days we didn’t have. But we will have forever now.”
“Forever in the Underworld, you mean?”
“Forever mine. Exclusive unto each other. Forever.”
She sighed again, loving the velvet words, and opened the door. After stepping in, the door clicked shut behind them. They were completely alone together for the first time. She stood in the middle of the living room, removed her jacket, and waited for him to touch her again.
He handed her a pen and notebook from behind. “No more distractions. Just write your note and we’ll finish this.”
Angela bowed her head as she took the notebook and pen. She squeezed his hand as he released them. His fingers brushed her cheek. Tears streamed down her face. She tasted salt on her lips as he wiped them free with his forefinger. He pressed his face into the back of her hair, rubbing her neck and shoulders.
“Now, now. No more painful tears. You’re going to love this.”
She rolled her head and moaned. His attentiveness made her melt.
“How many have you turned?” She asked, barely able to speak.
“You are my first,” he said as his tongue tickled her ear. “Come, let’s write the note and be on to . . . better things.”
She nodded, sat at her desk, and wrote:
Dear Doris,
He came for me.
I couldn’t say no.
I will always love all my Guardian friends, forever.
Tell Father and Mother my need was too great.
I cannot fault any of their teachings, it’s just
that I needed to be by his side.
Forever. Whatever the consequence, it will be worth it.
Pray for me,
Angela
She attached it with a safety pin to the handle of her yellow transport bag. She would bring it to the meeting with Claire, for her final farewell. Angela was struck with how simple it was to wrap everything up.
A lifetime as an angel reduced to a few short words. She would sacrifice her angel life tonight like shedding her clothes.
Angela looked at her apartment, mentally saying goodbye, and then dropped her gaze to her feet, following him as he led her by the hand into the bedroom. She wasn’t sad, or even afraid. Curiously, she felt more alive than she ever had been.
First he removed her sweater. As he kissed her neck, she leaned back into him, reaching up with her hand to feel the side of his face as he pressed against her cheek. He undid her bra and delicately felt the flesh of her breasts release to him with her sigh. He squeezed her nipples and cupped her softly, then massaged them as his hands and probing fingers worked lower.
Her skirt was unbuttoned at the back, and he carefully unzipped her. He inhaled as the palms of his hands slid d
own her rear. Every place he touched burned. She could feel the heat of his huge chest against her small back. Was he murmuring something? She felt a vibration coming from him, creating a buzz all throughout her body. Her skirt dropped to the ground along with the bra. He rubbed his hardness against her. His fingers slid down between her legs and then breached the lace remaining at her upper thigh as he moved to the center of her, massaging over and under the delicate material.
“Mine,” he whispered.
He pulled her panties down and she stepped through them, bending one knee and then the other. He used the opportunity to caress her buttocks and the back of her thighs. His hands moved forward again, with thumb and finger he rubbed and lightly pinched her folds, up and down, and circled her clitoris. She moaned and started to turn.
“Not yet. Almost,” he said. “I like you impatient, though.”
“I can wait. I will do anything you ask,” she gasped.
“Oh, you will.”
Angela’s breathing was deep but ragged. Time was suspended. Everything she ever wanted was about to come to her and she would be slave to it.
She heard the rustling of clothes, aware that he was removing his. At last she felt his hardness pressed against her buttocks, the velvet smoothness of him so hot for her.
“Ah, my sweet Angela. I have dreamed about this almost non-stop.”
“Yes, me too.”
“Are you ready?”
She slowly turned to face him as her answer. She looked down as she reached and squeezed his member with both hands. It was larger than before.
He uttered a guttural, “Yes.”
Then slowly, she looked from his groin, up his flat stomach and chest. The surface of his skin looked more golden than she remembered, like it glowed from a light within. She smiled at the surprise that a dark angel could glow.
“What is it, love?” he said to the top of her head.
“Your skin. You are so . . . beautiful.”
“Oh, yes. You will enjoy all of it, too.”
She leaned in and kissed his nipples, then traced a line with her tongue up his neck. Her lips and tongue were singed with the lingering taste of his skin. Her mouth watered for more.
“You have no idea how that feels,” he gasped.
She had the hunger to see his face. Only then would she know if she was condemned for a decision she could not help making. She raised her head.
She was prepared to see something frightening. True, his clear blue eyes were gone. These deep black eyes were older, stronger. They created an instant erotic attraction.
Now she realized the unknown was more frightening than the real thing. His lips curved up at the corners in that familiar smile of his, the creases at the side of his mouth were still there, as were the long delicate nose and prominent jaw line that smelled of spice and faraway places. He had the same beautiful body. It was him, after all, but a more physically stunning version of him, as if tiny imperfections had disappeared, leaving his wonderful essence, but enhanced. His eyes sparkled more, his lips were redder, and the flesh of his chest and arms felt like warm marble under her exploring fingertips.
She opened her mouth a little, begging him to lower his face to her, then applied her lips to his. She needed this first kiss to calm her shaking body and to close the gap between them, to demonstrate her acceptance of his new form. She inhaled his scent like a drug.
“Yes, yes. Take it all in. It’s easier the more you take inside you.”
She felt smoothness in her pulse as she allowed his scent to permeate her flesh. He lightly blew on her face, and she closed her eyes, a little dizzy, but left with a warmth that washed all the way down her spine, finishing between her legs. She parted them slightly, allowing him to insert first one then another finger inside her.
“This,” he said as he moved his fingers inside back and forth with careful strokes, “will become the seat of your power. This”—she closed her eyes and moaned, arching her back as he pressed further inside her—“becomes your center and will become more . . . important. It grows stronger when you have surrendered your soul to me.” Then he added, “Mine.”
“I am yours,” she gasped, wrapping her arms around him, pressing her breasts into his chest, rubbing her hungry sex against his thigh.
He held her face in his powerful hands and blew in it again. “Yes, you belong to me now. You will be mine forever.” He covered her mouth with his and claimed a deep kiss.
Angela felt like she was going to explode. Her fear for the crossing over only enhanced the sexual tension between them. She would be taken. She would be his.
Forever.
Chapter 32
Angela woke up, suddenly aware Guardians did not sleep. The events of the night before came to her and she panicked, shooting straight up in bed. She was naked. Her muscles ached. His scent was all over her.
James was sitting in a leather chair in the corner, watching her, his face in shadows. Angie’s room had been furnished simply with just a dresser, and large gold mirror over it. In the corner was the chair James now sat in. Most the room was taken up with the king-sized bed. James’s elbow was propped on the sidearm, chin leading into his hand with his long forefinger snaking up against his temple. It moved and then slowly crossed his red lips, back and forth. He leaned forward into the morning light, and smiled, drinking in her confusion and fear.
Oh yes, there were those black eyes again. It was still a bit of a shock, but she would get used to it, eventually. She had lots of time.
“How do you feel?”
“I wasn’t sure where I was at first.” She looked over her body, examining her legs and arms.
“In time your skin will change. It takes about a month.”
“I feel…wonderful.”
“Yes, you do.”
She felt hot and red. She placed a palm to her cheek and looked at James. Beautiful James, sitting with his legs crossed, fully dressed, watching her in her nakedness.
“Your blush will remain until the change is complete. Until then, I will just have to enjoy it.”
“Why does it go away—why would it?”
“It’s virginal. Angelic.” He came over to the bed and sat down, lifting the sheet to view his prize. His hands smoothed over her legs and up her thighs. He inhaled and untwined her arms from in front of her breasts. At the sight of her still pink skin he caught his breath. He bent his head and kissed one breast, and then the other, rolling his tongue over her erect nipples.
She arched back and moaned, the pleasure of his touch making her undone again. Her spent and satiated body began to come alive.
He moved to her ear and whispered in a husky voice, “Until then, my dear Angela, I shall experience the claiming of you again and again and again. You need to know how urgent I am for you.”
She reached for his face and pulled him to her mouth so hard he fell into her. His black eyes looked over her while her breasts heaved and her cheeks burned hot. The mound between her legs was giving her tiny spasms already, faded versions of the huge uncontrollable spasms she felt all night last night. Never had she been so ravenous. Never had it felt so good.
“Kiss me.”
Their tongues became reacquainted with the play. She needed his hot mouth on hers as they kissed and consumed each other. They came up for air.
He chuckled. She pulled at him again.
“More,” she sighed.
“I was told how wonderful it is when this first happens. I love watching you explore yourself and all the wonderful changes going on. I didn’t entirely believe it.”
“Who told you?”
“It doesn’t matter. A friend.” He raised himself up on all fours and looked down at her, a curl of his long brown hair falling into his forehead. She could see down his shirt the trail of dark hair sparsely covering his flat abdomen. The warm scent from his chest blasted her face with emotion and she was suddenly hungry for him—for his skin, his kiss,
his tongue, his touch, and for the enormous member she wanted to feel inside her. Her spasms increased in intensity at the thought of his throbbing hardness and how deep he had penetrated her, how deep she wanted him now.
She rose to a seated position, legs folded underneath her bottom. He rose with her and helped her remove his jacket and black shirt. They went up to their knees as their hands caressed each other’s bodies. She threw his shirt on the floor and got to work immediately on his belt buckle. He watched her with the calm black eyes. She made fast work of it, forcing her hands into his pants; palms skin side against his lower belly until she found him. She squeezed with one hand his hard member and her other hand cupped him, just enough to make him shudder.
He stood, removing his pants, standing naked in front of her, like a Roman sentinel. She was going to take him into her mouth, but he leaned forward and deftly flipped her over on her belly, then raised her hips up. His fingers rubbed her wet sex. She rubbed herself against his hand, willing herself to come for him. She bent her head around to look at him watching her ass. He was transfixed, staring at her sex quivering in the palm of his hand.
“Taste me,” she whispered, seeking his eyes.
He leaned in, extending his tongue so she could see, eyes on hers until he laved her, rolling his tongue and stroking her in and out. He buried his face tightly as close to her opening, biting the little folds that failed to protect her from the wonderful assault. He sucked her juices and she arched up and came. Again.
He did not wait until she had finished. He entered her from behind and was deep inside her as her spasms sent her into orbit. He pumped and stroked, pulling on her hips to slam into his groin. He leaned back on his haunches, pulling her back, still deep inside, keeping her on top of him, spreading her bent knees to the outsides of his. He pressed his chest to her back as his fists squeezed her breasts from behind. She was straddled, split with the deepness of him and the need to be used, filled, and completely claimed.
