Repent in Love

by J. Hali Steele

  Trying hard to concentrate on what he had said about decorating, she thought about another woman here, in his arms. No, she’d never allow that. Best thing for her to do was to stay right where she was.

  In Uri’s house. In his bed.

  “I’d love to decorate the old-fashioned way.” Moving a little to the side, she wound her arm behind his neck and pulled him closer, wanting to taste his lips. Using her tongue, she prodded her way inside his mouth and tangled with his for supremacy. Though Morta knew already he’d always have the upper hand.

  She stroked the tips of his wings with her other hand and Uri shuddered beneath her. Afraid she caused him discomfort, she pulled away. “I’m sorry.”

  “Christ, honey, it felt exquisite. Angel wings are very sensitive. Don’t stop.”

  Her fingers smoothed and stroked the feathers lingering on the darker tips. “That’s why the light demons damage you so easily?”

  “Yes.” His hands moved to her breasts, plucked softly at the nipples. “Your touch is so gentle.”

  Uri rolled the stiff bud between his thumb and finger before he pinched it hard. Bowing from the bed in pleasure, she moaned. “Mmm, I like that.”

  His lips moved down her neck and he nibbled on her skin, leaving warm kisses on her shoulder.

  “There is no need to be so tender with me.” He bit her, hard. Liking the pleasurable pain he gave her, Morta grasped a handful of feathers in her fist and tugged hard.

  “Shit, yes,” Uri groaned.

  One of his hands drifted down her belly and slipped between her legs. He drove his fingers through the damp crevice and found her clit. Uri played with it, plucked and pinched it until Mort thought she would scream. Not done with her, he pushed two fingers into her pussy. Her body tried to lift but he held her firmly trapped between his muscular thighs with her back to his chest. He continued to push in and out of her, going deeper each time.

  His other hand massaged her nipple and drove her wild with need. She wanted more.

  “Uri?” Her voice was barely a whisper.

  “Baby, tell me what you want.”

  “You, you, you.” He pulled his fingers out so quickly, she hissed, “No!”

  “I’ve got more for you.” Uri placed a hand at the small of her back and nudged her forward. “Get on your knees.”

  She rose to her knees and leaning forward, she spread her thighs as far as possible.

  “Damn, you’re beautiful.” Uri’s shaft brushed her ass as he slipped behind her. She peered over her shoulder to see him grasp his cock. Using his hand, he guided the tip through the wet folds and cream slid from her body.

  “Love me, Uri, please, love me.”

  He eased the head into her pussy then pushed hard, burying his length in her. Hesitating for a moment, he backed out and shoved in again so hard she exhaled loudly.

  “Yes,” she murmured. Leaning her chest on the mattress, she gave him total access to her core. “Again.”

  Uri didn’t disappoint her. He slammed his cock into her pussy again and again.

  “You like it hard?”

  “Unh,” she groaned, unable to give voice to what she felt.

  His thick shaft pumped into her, his hips slamming against her butt. He wrapped an arm around her waist and held her still as he continued to jam his cock back and forth, going deeper with each stroke.

  “Shit, you’re tight. Take it all, honey.”

  His other hand lightly slapped her buttocks which made her buck back into him and capture even more of his cock. He did it again, harder this time.

  “God, yes,” Mort moaned.

  He smoothed his fingertips over the fiery red spot on her ass, stroked down the back of her thigh. “You’re hot, and so wet.”

  Gripping her tighter around the waist, he lifted and hoisted her back each time he jammed into her. He penetrated so deep she didn’t know how long she could take it. Over and over, Uri drove into her, giving her more pleasure than she dreamed possible. The rhythm he set was maddening as he pistoned in and out of her.

  Fire began to build deep in her body and it burned out of control. It consumed Morta, sucked her in like a draft of air. Unable to fight it, she succumbed to the blast of heat and let the orgasm spill from her with force. “Uri, I’m coming.” Her pussy convulsed around his penis.

  “Give it to me. Ahh, yes, I feel it. Squeeze my dick.” He pushed his whole length in and stopped. Holding her still, he said, “Easy, baby. I want you to come for me some more.” He pulled his rigid shaft out. “Look at me.”

  Morta lifted her body and turned around still on her knees. Uri leaned back on his heels and spread his wings wide. The feathers shimmered in the candle light.

  He grabbed her waist and pulled her closer. “Spread your knees.” Grasping her hips, he lifted her up with ease. “Wrap your legs around me.”

  She did, and Uri lowered her onto his erection. Inch by inch. Mort had never felt anything quite like it. His cock continued to swell as it sank into her canal. He stretched and filled her perfectly.

  Lacing her arms around his neck, she brushed and teased his wings and he trembled beneath her.

  “More, touch me, baby, feel me, please.”

  Using her hands, she stroked and brushed the downy feathers, and the effect it had on him only served to give her more pleasure.

  Gripping her hips, he slammed into her pussy hard.

  “I can’t get enough of you.”

  Morta sucked a lungful of air when his wings folded in and enclosed her, holding her pressed tight against his body. His hips bucked forward, slamming his cock back and forth in her channel as she hung from his neck with her feet hooked behind his back.

  Suddenly the room grew unbearably hot. Scared and unsure of what was happening, Morta drew back to look at Uri. His body looked like blue porcelain.

  “Uri?”

  Chapter Ten

  Uri’s body flamed like a newly stoked furnace. He’d never felt anything like it. But he couldn’t stop taking her. He pushed into her even harder. His penis grew, became enormous inside Morta’s tight, hot pussy.

  It was more than sex—it was love.

  He made love to Morta.

  Uri wanted to own her, keep her forever. Make her a part of him.

  Looking at his arms, he saw a blue light shimmer over his skin. When he glanced at her, the fear in her eyes shook him to the core.

  “Don’t be afraid. I’ll never hurt you, Mort.”

  His mouth covered hers in a kiss that wouldn’t stop. His tongue searched out the cold sweetness he needed. The heat of their bodies threatened to devour him. Morta’s coolness was the only thing saving him. She was everything to him now.

  Morta could release him from the quagmire of doubt he’d buried his belief in. Buried his soul in.

  Uri felt the tide build in his stomach. His limbs tensed and his sac tightened on the verge of bursting. Pulling his lips from hers, he bellowed, “Fuck, I’m coming, Mort, hold me, baby.” Cum streamed into her pussy and relief began to wash through and over his body. She bounced against him, taking all he had to give. Her pussy throbbed around him as her second orgasm cascaded over his cock. Like a waterfall, it brought an icy, cleansing feeling, a feeling of being reborn.

  He searched out her mouth again. A final burst of flame engulfed his chest and before their lips met, blue fire seeped into her open mouth. Uri continued to stroke in Morta’s pussy, emptying everything he was into her. He held her encased in his wings for what seemed like eternity. He was afraid to let her go.

  Turning, he eased her legs from around his waist and laid her spent body on the bed. “Please forgive me.”

  “Uri…” Her brow knitted in confusion.

  “Shh, go to sleep.” He used every ounce of power he had left to put her to sleep.

  Unable to deal with what had just happened, he needed some time before he could answer any questions.

  Tomorrow he’d have no choice.

  Tonight he had to find out
what he’d done.

  Only one person could help him if it was what he suspected.

  What had Ram said?

  The answer lies in loving her.

  Uri strode into the club and patrons scattered. His hair whipped behind him as though a demon had hold of it and his blue eyes burned. Stopping at the bar, he ordered a drink. Not that it would help much but he needed to calm down a little. Downing what the bartender set in front of him, he asked for another—with ice, lots of ice. His chest still felt tight and his wings tingled with life though he held them anchored inside his body. Shit, what the fuck is this?

  Peering around the bar, he caught sight of Ram and Luke in a dark corner. Ram’s eyes lifted and pierced him with blue light. Luke whirled around and fired the red look of hell in his direction.

  Join us. Ram’s voice in his head jolted him.

  People cut a wide path for him as he stalked to the corner. A light fixture popped over his head, sending a shower of sparks and glass down on the table.

  Everything stopped moving and he was unaware Luke stood beside him until he said, “I’ll handle this.”

  The sudden vacuum of air that surrounded them sucked everything into its vortex, leaving no visible damage at all. The light overhead twinkled on, and to everyone in the room it appeared as it had before bursting. Everyone that is but the mystical beings of whom there were quite a few. One vampyre in particular had followed Uri’s progress across the floor. Uri delved into his mind, read his thoughts and was quickly pissed off. The bloodless creep grasped his throat and choked on the bloodred spittle that gurgled up his throat and dripped from the corners of his mouth.

  That’s for biting the lady you’re going to take home. Be nice or I’ll find you.

  The creature wiped his mouth on his sleeve before he stood. He didn’t look back as he left the club.

  “You’re in a piss-poor mood. Was that really necessary?” Ram’s words did nothing to settle him down. At least Luke had been smart enough not to hang around.

  “At least he won’t kill anyone tonight.” Uri’s breathing was erratic as he flopped into a chair. “Ram…”

  “Don’t say it.”

  “I didn’t understand what was happening. It just poured out of me. Damn, it was like nothing I’d ever felt before.” Uri looked up at the angel of hope and saw the shadows of sorrow in his eyes. “I wanted to stop, but I couldn’t.” His hand trembled as he waited for a response. “Chrissakes, Ram, say something.”

  “Michael and the Father’s biggest fear is the power you would control by having access to the thread of death. You’ve not been known for being…uh, rational most of the time.”

  “Fuck you. Like you’ve been a model citizen or something.”

  The temperature in the corner rose to an unbearable level and Ramiel waved his hand through the air. It died down immediately and was replaced with a filmy curtain that undulated before Uriel like a desert mirage.

  “Bastard, you can still override me, and what is this?” He waved through the light beams and the hollow sound of silence wrapped around him. “Oh, so we won’t be heard. Damn, I didn’t think.”

  “Unless you want to place Morta in Sam’s path, you better start thinking.”

  “You mean—”

  “Yes, Sam can still ride roughshod over your sorry ass. For now Marmaroth also has access to a higher power than you, me, and maybe Michael because it involves the Fates.” Ram leaned toward him, his eyes swirling with light. “Don’t endanger her life by letting her know what you have done.”

  “You mean she won’t know we’ve meshed?”

  “We still have more power than the Fates and now you’d better use every ounce of it to keep it from Morta.” Ram pierced him with a warning look, “She may not be too happy about this.”

  “So what am I supposed to do? I can’t be without her.”

  “We’ll figure it out together.” The angel smiled at him. “Repenting without hope would mean very little in this troubled world and right now that’s your saving grace.”

  “Well, well, well. Look what we have here. How you boys doing?” Samael had arrived unnoticed by either angel.

  “We’re good, pull up a chair,” Ram said.

  His voice remained even and betrayed nothing of what had happened. Uri hoped, prayed silently, that he could do the same. All hell would break out because he would turn loose every Nephilim in his power if the Grim Reaper touched a hair on Morta’s head.

  “Hey, man. No football game tonight?” Uri snapped his fingers and refilled his glass.

  Menacing laughter filled the air. “You sons of bitches are something else.” Sam pulled a glass of clear, sparkling liquid from the air. “I ain’t got a dog in this fight. All I’m due is one soul. And you still have some time on that one.” He peered at Ram over the rim of his glass. When he shot a look at Uri, Death’s eyes resembled a swirling silver pool. “The other things you boys play with and conjure up are between you, Michael, and the Father.” He drained the liquid from the glass and set it on the table. “Understand this—if I’m sent for either of you, it won’t be personal.” He looked down at the table and the empty glass and chuckled. “Damn, that water was good. I’m sure I’ll see you later.” He stood and shimmered out of sight.

  “Shit.” Uri wasn’t feeling very hopeful. “He knows.”

  “Like he said, it’s not personal. Take it easy, man. So what else is going on?”

  Uri couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth. “She’s going to decorate for me.”

  “So you’re staying in your domain up there? That’s probably wise.”

  “With Marmaroth around, yes. Now I want her near Decima and Nona. They’ll keep her safe.” That reminded him to ask Ram a question that had been on his mind for a while. “What’s up with Dec and Michael?”

  The gleam dancing in the angel of hope’s eyes spoke volumes. “Nothing that I know of.”

  “Would you tell me if you did?”

  “Uri, don’t you have enough on your plate? Anyway, I figure he’s entitled to a little fun too. Shit, we’re all fucked-up aren’t we? How does God even stand us right now?”

  “I don’t know.” Uri cocked his head to the side. “You knew Marmaroth would take her?”

  “Don’t move,” Ram said.

  * * * * *

  Watching Nona’s wheel incessantly spin threads of life grated on her nerves. Mort shuddered as she tried to shake the feeling that something bad was about to happen. She couldn’t stand the squeaking noise any longer. “Why don’t you oil that decrepit piece of shit?”

  The wheel came to a complete stop and her sister peered up at her. “Are you feeling well, Morta?”

  “I don’t know… Something isn’t right.” A deep sigh left her calmer. “I’m sorry, I just feel unsettled. It’s like a black cloud is hanging over my head.” A nervous laugh slipped out. “That’s such a human thing to say. Nony, what’s happening to us all?”

  “Things change everywhere. They must change here also for us to continue to benefit mankind.”

  “You sound hopeful.”

  “I have faith.”

  “I wish I had as much as you.”

  Nona smiled at her. “Follow your heart, it’s strong and true.”

  Morta wished it were that easy. She’d feel so much better if she could only see Uri and know that he was all right. Something had happened last night, something she was unable to discuss with her sister. It didn’t matter. She didn’t understand it herself; how could she explain it to anyone else? “I wish it were that easy.” She nibbled at the tip of her fingernail. “Tell me about Marmaroth.” Mort had to be careful and not make the questions personal. Her sister would answer if it pertained to them all.

  “There isn’t much to tell. God has always placed safeguards in his plans for the universe. He knew these trying times would come.”

  “Why was he given power over us?”

  “Does it really matter? If it wasn’t
him it would be someone else.” Nony’s wheel squeaked back to life and threads were once again tied together with her magic. “I think he’s rather dashing, don’t you?”

  “Nony! He holds the power of life and death over us. How could you think he’s anything other than a threat to our way of life?”

  “Morta, I only commented on his looks.”

  “Make sure it stays that way.” Somewhere in the mess of twines were her and Uri’s threads. Why oh why couldn’t they be bound together? The same feeling she’d had at the lingerie store came over her. Morta’s skin prickled and grew warm. Shit! “Nony…”

  “I feel it sister, Decima will arrive shortly. Together we are stronger.”

  “Ladies.”

  Morta noticed Nona’s hands shake slightly. Her sister feared nothing but the Lord. What was this? At least she found her voice, something Morta couldn’t do.

  “Marmaroth, welcome to our home. It’s been a long, long time.”

  His golden hair was pulled back into a severe plait and showed the hard angles of his face. Today he wore black slacks with a white shirt open to show a smattering of hair and myriad color lines crisscrossing his muscular chest. Morta took in the fact that his dark blue eyes sparkled at Nona while his lips curved in a sensuous smile of pleasure.

  She was drawn to the latticework of lines on his torso and wanted to see more. Mentally shaking herself, Mort tried unsuccessfully to concentrate. Her sister Fate’s voice sounded far away. What the hell? Their voices droned on and on but she couldn’t understand a word they said. Nona’s cheeks were bright red. Where was Dec? She should have been here by now.

  “Morta, last time we crossed paths, your lover wasn’t very nice.”

  He was talking to her and she needed to answer, needed to pretend everything was normal.

  Thank God Decima appeared. “Marmaroth, I see my sisters have welcomed you to our home. It’s good of you to drop by,” she said.