And she’d promised to stay with him.
When he had brought the drink to her earlier, she couldn’t resist the urge to touch him. His tie hung loose and she was glad because it gave her the reason she needed to relieve the itch in her fingers. Done with the knot, she had wanted only one other thing. That’s when she loosened his ebony hair.
Their unexpected playfulness unhinged her.
Touching and kissing, wanting to be in his arms, and his bed, drove her to the edge of insanity. Mort liked that Uri stood on the precipice with her.
Sitting across from him now, she smiled while she toyed with the stem of her glass. “I didn’t think I’d enjoy this so much.” She didn’t want it to end but how long could she find reasons to watch him and make sure he did not harm her sisters, and in turn, himself? Morta had been stupid to think even for a minute this could work.
Samael would have no mercy once sent to retrieve what he needed to finish his duty. She understood now that Uriel would never give her up. These weren’t the thoughts she wanted to have; this is not how she wanted their night to end. He stirred in her mind as his eyes slowly perused her before they settled on her face.
“Why wouldn’t you enjoy it?”
His fingers traced the rim of his wineglass. She squirmed in her seat at the memory of how those fingers felt when he had massaged her body. Her temperature spiked at least twenty-five degrees. “Uri—”
“No, damn it. You made a promise. Is it so hard to be with me?”
“I’m with you every minute I’m alive.” Her head bowed.
“Look at me. Look. At. Me.”
She did. His eyes electrified her and stole the breath from her lungs. “It can never be.” Geysers dotted the pit of her stomach, each gushing the painful truth in heated spouts. “Never,” she whispered. A blinding white panorama of nothingness appeared in her mind on the blank movie screen that was her future. She struggled to draw air through her lips. “I can’t breathe without you, Uri.” Tears clouded her vision, coursed down her cheeks in rivulets, and touched her mouth with their saltiness. “But we can never be.”
Suddenly, she was outside, and air swept across her legs and beneath her dress. Uri carried her wrapped in his black-tipped wings. Mort lay against his chest, listening to the hammering sound of his heart. She wished she could stay hidden there forever.
“I will not let you go.”
She realized her body was naked when her butt touched the downy soft mattress in his bed. Pulling his wings in, he stood before her in all his male beauty. Lying down, he stretched out and bundled her into his arms.
Uri held her close, asking for nothing.
Morta should have left. But the woman in her would not be denied. Curved as she was with her cheek resting on his biceps, his musky scent permeated the space between them. She inhaled deeply and took pleasure in the fact his arousal was because she lay in his arms. Raising her hand, she feathered her fingertips across his broad chest, causing his muscles to bunch together. The power that emanated from him drew her like a magnet. She turned her head far enough to stroke his nipple with her tongue. Drawing the nub between her lips, she sucked hard.
“You’re playing with fire, babe. I can’t be responsible for what happens if you keep that up.” His stomach knotted under her hand.
“I want you.”
His hand moved the curl of hair from her forehead and he brushed down her cheek. The tips of his fingers were warm as they swept across her lips. Mort drew a finger into her mouth and swirled her tongue over it. She nibbled the end before sucking it all the way in.
Uri groaned and pressed her back on the bed. In a fluid move, he rose above her and pierced her with a heated look. “I warned you.” His lips came down hard in a kiss that sliced straight to her pussy. He pried her legs open using his knee.
Holding himself up with one arm, he slid a hand down her belly and into the warm folds of her pussy. He thrummed her clit like an instrument and she bowed into him. She encircled his waist with her arms and clutched his behind. Kneading it with her fingers, she tugged him tighter between her thighs.
Rising higher above her, he grasped his cock and moved its broad head through the cream that had escaped her channel. Uri nudged at her opening until the tip slipped in. Stopping there, he gazed in her eyes. “Morta, I’ll never hurt you.” He eased his length deep inside her, inch by slow inch. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” Wanting all of him, she arched her back and took what she needed. His engorged shaft stretched her walls until she fit him perfectly.
His hips rose up and thrust down into her. Mort clenched his ass in her hands, brought him closer as she raised her body to meet his. Quicker, harder, he plunged in and out of her pussy.
Finding a nipple with her mouth, she latched on, sucking and biting until he threw his head back and growled. “Bite it, Mort, let me feel you.”
She teased the pebbled nub some more, then bit him hard until she tasted his blood.
“Fuck, you own me, babe.”
His butt tightened in her grasp and he quickened his pace. Uri set a vicious rhythm and she never missed a stroke. His hand captured her breast. He tweaked first one nipple then the other. Drawing circles around the areolas, he teased her buds with his fingertips. Featherlight touches glanced down her side and made her tremble beneath him.
Uri bent his head to tease a taut peak with his mouth. His tongue flicked back and forth across the bud before he took it into the wet recess. He raised his hand to her lips and inserted his thumb. He teased her, jabbing in and out in time with his penis filling her pussy. She sucked furiously to keep up with him.
Morta couldn’t believe how it turned her on and brought her to the brink of coming. Her orgasm grew like a vine. Climbing high, it wrapped around every part of her and bound her to the angel who sank so sweetly inside her.
“Uri, oh, Uri. Please.”
“Tell me what you need. I’ll give you anything.” He huffed.
She moved one hand from his ass and buried it in his wavy hair. Tugging hard she guided him to her neck. Her body bucked out of control when his tongue swept out, and laved along her collarbone. Tiny bites followed each lick and every kiss he planted along the column of her throat.
“Make me yours.” His teeth sank into the hollow of her throat, Mort’s heels dug into the bed and raised her body into his. His tongue left a path that his lips traced. Tendrils of fire ripped through her. “Love me, fuck me harder.”
She threw her legs up and around his waist and slammed her hips into him, took every thick inch of his hardness. With his head still buried in her neck, he moved his hands under her ass and helped her to meet each shove into her pussy.
Uri pumped his cock deep in her core, giving her just what she needed—him. She took what he offered and gave just as much back. Cream surrounded his shaft, sliding from her as she keened.
“Give it to me, honey.”
Morta felt his butt cheeks tighten. Her vagina convulsed and pulled at his length, milking him. She wanted to take everything he was, including his essence inside her. “I…I’m coming.”
“I’m going to fill your sweet pussy.”
His body tensed, and at the same time her orgasm spilled from her he spurted his seed. Moans filled the room echoing from the walls. She couldn’t tell where hers started and his stopped.
His hands left her butt and landed in the bedclothes beside her head. The cords of his neck stood out as he angled upward and his chest vibrated when he pushed his hips hard into hers. He stroked inside her with short, frantic bursts of power until she had every drop of cum.
A loud groan escaped Uri as he rolled from her. “Damn, Mort,” he whispered close to her ear. “Don’t go out tonight.”
“Nona’s covering for me.”
“Good.”
His breathing evened out and she marveled at how quickly he had fallen into sleep. Morta was tired too from struggling with her emotions most of the evening. She couldn’t have moved if she wante
d to so she waited for sleep to claim her.
Yael had said to trust Uri, and tonight she told him she did. Her last thought as her eyelids drooped slipped unbidden from her mouth in a soft whisper.
“Don’t let them take me from you.”
Chapter Eight
God Loves you, God forgives you and I absolve you of all your sins.
Dejected, the man looked like he did not have a friend in the world. Uri knew that feeling. But not today. Today he felt like king of the hill. He would absolve Satan himself if he appeared.
“You must have had a good evening.” Ram chuckled behind him.
“Go to hell.”
“Aww, come on, things aren’t that bad.” Coming around the park bench, he eased down beside Uri, and after stretching his long legs, he laced his hands behind his head. “Sam will leave you be for a while.”
It burned his ass that Ram kept pulling his behind out of the fire. “Thanks.”
“I’ve been where you are; I understand. But this is different.”
He turned to look at the angel of hope. “You’re ruining my day, man. Why is it different?” Bitterness tugged at his mouth. “Why have you always gotten everything you wanted?”
“Take it easy, Uri, I didn’t bring this down on you.”
He remembered when archangels worked for the common goal of salvation for all humankind. Ram and he had screwed around together—literally—more than the others. Hope, repent. Repent, hope, they went hand-in-hand. Those days were gone. Over the years they’d all grown in different directions. In their earthly domains, they weren’t that different from man anymore. There were petty jealousies, arguments and brawls. He couldn’t remember anymore what being more manlike was supposed to accomplish.
At times the angel next to him reminded him so much of Michael it was uncanny. Something Uri intended to ponder later, but not today. Ram damn near even had the general’s power now with Yael by his side.
Heaven’s fear of Uri aligning himself with Morta made sense in a way.
Always a rebel, he had to fight tooth and nail for everything he had. Ever since his debacle with Goliath he’d been pushed aside. Fucking Nephilim, they were all alike.
“That was you?” Ram leaned forward to look at him. He laughed so loud heads turned. There went their low profile. “I’ll be a son of a bitch! All these years I wondered what happened.”
“Shut up, and stay out of my head.” Shit, he’d been careless. “Not a word, I mean it.” He glared at the archangel beside him.
“Who else knows, well aside from Michael and the Father?”
“Luke. Bastard was there egging me on. But I don’t want to talk about it.” He nailed Ram with a look. “How did you stand it before Yael was truly yours?”
“I don’t know; those days are a blur.” Ram scratched his head. “Why do I remind you of Michael?”
The man he’d been called to stirred on the bench across from them, providing Uri with an excellent reason not to answer Ram’s question. The guy’s wife had been involved in an accident and he’d spent the last hour fervently praying for forgiveness. Swore he’d never sin again. Uri wanted to rap him upside his head. Humans didn’t know how lucky they were sometimes. This man’s wife would have died for him, almost did. A car broadsided her when she ran a red light rushing to bail his sorry ass out of jail for the umpteenth time. This would be the man’s last escapade involving a bar brawl and lockup. If he took another drink, he’d puke his guts out. It would happen every time until he stopped. Now it was up to Ram to give him hope.
“He’s getting ready to leave,” Uri said.
“I got it. Hope springs eternal as they say.”
The guy stood, a new light already shining in his eyes, and he jauntily headed away from them. Uri wished his own life could be so easy.
“They don’t really have it that easy, you know.” Ram spoke softly. “We’ve messed their lives up pretty bad with our bullshit.”
“Yeah, you’re right.”
“Hey, chin up. I bought you time but work fast, man, and figure this out.” The angel stood and turned in front of him. “I’m not your enemy. The world needs you. I need you to keep things in proportion. The answer lies in loving her.” Blue eyes pierced him. “Don’t fuck up.” Ram shimmered out of sight.
Calm settled over Uri as he breathed deeply of the fresh air. He glanced around, watching people come and go. Mothers pushed baby carriages; men held their sons’ small hands.
Earth continued to rotate on its axis.
Air vibrated around him, warning of the arrival of another archangel, one he could do without seeing today. “What are you doing here?” Uri asked. Easing around, he looked directly in Raphael’s eyes. “Thought you were in Spain healing the masses.”
“Got it under control.” A sly grin twisted Raph’s lips. “You got pussy whipped too, huh? What is happening to you guys? Soon, no one will be able to come out and play with me.”
“Don’t need your shit today. What’s up?”
“Just hanging out.”
“Bull, you want something. That’s the only time you sneak around.”
“Whoa, wasn’t it good for you last night or what? And I’m not sneaking so don’t bite my head off.”
“I’m gonna rip you a new one in a minute,” Uri growled. “What do you want?”
It was hard to believe the angel before him held the powers to heal. Lately Raph had been a real mess, stemming from centuries of being third best to Uri and Ramiel. He also possessed the most telepathic and clairvoyant properties of any being in the universe. If he concentrated, he could probably read Michael. Raphael could be a formidable opponent for any of them, but his life had been built around laziness and meddling in anything that didn’t pertain to him. Uri wondered sometimes why he was even a part of them.
“Because Father knows best.” He said it with such levity Uri took another look at him.
“I’m not going to play twenty questions with you.”
“Ahh, but the answers could be such fun.” Raph reared back from him. “Don’t even think about it. I’m tired of you guys attempting to beat me into submission.” His chin jutted out slightly, “Maybe I’m here to help.”
“Why would I need your assistance?” Now Raph had his attention.
“Hmm… Let’s see.” Lips pursed, fingers tapping on his knees. Anyone who didn’t know him would have assumed he was in deep thought. Uri knew better. Raph’s head suddenly snapped around. “By the way, I healed the giant cretin in your hell hole.”
“What?” How’d he get through my shields?
“You were rather hard on the boy, Uri. You left him a bit broken-up. So I was summoned.”
“Shit.” Marcan had that kind of power? Hurting and he could still pull Raph through his guards? This information surprised him so much he forgot about the other angel sitting there. His mind reeled at the implications. There was more to the half-breed than he’d first thought. Taking his brethren’s souls strengthened him, but to that level? Impossible. Uri would have sensed that kind of energy residing close to him over the last few days. Or in the alley where Marcan accosted the woman. Surely he’d have noticed it then?
A dog yapped in the distance, and two laughing teens zigzagged by on in-line roller skates. A young man whooshed past on a bike with a girl on the bar between his legs. The teenager’s perverted thoughts distracted Uri briefly and, without thinking, he dashed the contraption to the ground, allowing the girl to jump free unscathed. While she blasted the boy for not paying attention, bluesy notes from a nearby saxophone whined through the air but did little to help Uriel’s anxiety.
Concentrate. There was a meaning here. He had to find it.
“You still with me?” Raph’s voice cut into his mind.
“He brought you through my shields?”
“Christ, Uri. You’re still stuck on that? Look, I’ve got to go but I’ll be seeing you.”
“You’re sure it was Marcan that summoned you?”
Preparing to leave, Raph twisted like a funnel raising a cloud of dust. “He is his daddy’s double, I’ll say that much.” The archangel’s laughter floated in the air long after he was gone.
“Motherfucker!” Now Uri understood.
Marmaroth was here.
* * * * *
She’d left Uri’s domain right after he did. Ensconced in her hot tub, Morta thought about him. The man was a god. Thunder rumbled around her milliseconds before the water bubbled to an unbearable temperature. Oops! Being the ice goddess sometimes paid off. Well, he was certainly an angel. That should soothe the Father’s ruffled feathers over hearing her call Uri a god.
She giggled, happy for the first time in decades.
Keeping her promise wasn’t going to be hard if every night was like last night. Being with him had been much better than she’d thought it would be. For years he’d been an excellent lover in her mind. Something was different this time. Rolling it around in her head, she latched on to a couple words. Tenderness. Caring. The way he laughed along with her when she flew him into the night sky. There was joy in his voice, the pure look of delight on his face. It must have been hard for him to keep his promise of no magic but he had until the very end. It tugged her heartstrings. She liked spending the evening in his bed, and his arms. Mort looked forward to more. But they could only play at being lovers. When the time came to let him go, could she? Would she?
“I can’t worry about this today,” she said aloud.
“What can’t you worry about, sister?” Nona’s words snatched her back to reality.
“How would you like it if I went creeping around your bath?”
“You’d have to spend more time at home to catch me.” Nona looked pensive. “Why is it everyone has stopped using magic? I hope this affliction never touches my existence.”
Rising from the water, Morta grabbed a fluffy towel and patted her body dry. “Don’t you get tired of the same thing every day and yearn for something different?”
“Hmm, I do. But what would I do about it? Dabbing myself with a towel holds no appeal for me.”
“Perhaps someone doing it for you?” Mort noted the pink flush that rose up her sister’s neck to rest on her cheeks. “Why, Nony, you’re blushing!”
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