She turned to see the man leaning over her. It was Tomas. She had somehow connected with him while he killed his latest victim. What could she learn while the woman endured the last moments of her life? The room was dirty. It had the feel of age and abandonment. There were some city sounds coming from outside, but she could tell it wasn’t a busy section of the city.
She didn’t hear Jakar enter the room. She had been engrossed in trying to find Tomas’ hiding place. She noticed Adam standing just inside the room with a towel hanging from his hand. Grabbing the forgotten towel in Adam’s hand, Jakar wrapped it around her throat.
“Doc is downstairs. Go get him. She needs medical care.”
Stunned, Adam stood still. He was staring at the wounds covering her body.
“Montgomery, go.” Jakar’s harsh voice jolted Adam out of his trance. Together, Jakar and Celeste watched Adam race from the room. Jakar stared down at Celeste. His amber eyes gleamed in the lamplight. “Miss Young, it seems you have bewitched my boss. Is it a good or a bad thing? I don’t know.” His hand flexed on the towel. “It would be so easy to get rid of you while you are weak. Montgomery can’t afford a distraction right now.”
Celeste’s eyes narrowed. She slid back into her body. Jakar found himself flung across the room and slammed against the wall. He stood pinned to the wall. Celeste’s gaze never left his.
Don’t ever think I’ll be weak enough for you to kill me. What is a True Demon doing here?
Jakar didn’t struggle. He watched as the cuts slowly healed and the welts disappeared. What is one of the Enforcers doing in Detroit fucking my life up?
I am here for the killer, Jakar. Not to mess with you or your life. I wouldn’t think you could manipulate Adam Montgomery.
I’m not doing anything to him. He’s too strong. He’s already achieving a goal we’ve been working towards. Jakar was smug.
Goal? What were you trying to achieve?
Someone, whether good, evil or a mix of both, had to bring this city under control. You know what happens when there is no balance.
Celeste did know what happened when there wasn’t balance in the world. The Host was sent down to restore it any way necessary. There were no boundaries set, no rules made. The Host would be brutal and thorough. Death to all until nature was right again.
Will you tell him what you are?
She studied Jakar with narrowed eyes. I will if he asks. But will he believe me?
Jakar shrugged.
She sat up in the middle of Adam’s bed. She pulled a red silk sheet up to her waist. Taking her eyes off Jakar, she turned towards the door. Jakar relaxed and moved closer to her. He may have been a True Demon, but Celeste was an Enforcer with more power in her fingertips than he had in his entire body.
* * * *
Adam burst into the room followed by Doc. When he had left, Celeste had been covered with welts and bleeding from a slash to the throat. There she sat, her wounds healed. Jakar was sitting warily at the end of the bed.
“Where’s the woman, Montgomery?” Doc growled. He was holding a black medical bag in his hand.
“She’s on the bed, Doc. Guess she isn’t as badly hurt as I thought.” Adam was puzzled. He stared at Celeste who gave him a slow smile.
“We’ll be heading back to bed, Doc. Montgomery will sort it out.” Jakar started to pull Doc from the room. Stopping, he bowed slightly to Celeste before he left.
Adam was amazed. Had he imagined everything? He could have sworn Celeste’s throat was slashed. He scrubbed his hand over his face. Celeste watched him with a strange look in her eye.
Adam was even more impressive naked. His chest was smooth, his stomach and abs rock hard and ripped. His waist tapered to lean hips and long legs. His cock swelled from the thatch of hair at his groin. It was long and throbbing and the head was blunt. Longing for his cock overwhelmed her and her pussy clenched. The longer she stared at him, the bigger he got. She licked her lips.
She waved him to the side of the bed. As he moved closer, she climbed to her hands and knees and prowled forward. He caught a glimpse of a tattoo on her back, but before he could ask her about it, her hand caught hold of his semi-erect dick. She stroked it once with her hand. As their eyes connected, she bent her head and ran her tongue from the base of his shaft to the head. He groaned. She purred.
Eagerly, Celeste gobbled up Adam’s long thick shaft. She sucked the drops of pre-cum from the slit in the blunt head while she grabbed his balls and rolled them roughly in her hand. Soon, he fisted his hand in her hair and was hammering his cock into her mouth.
Her mouth felt like he imagined her cunt would. Hot and moist. As he retreated, she tightened her lips around him and sucked hard. When he thrust back in, she relaxed her throat and took him all in. Throwing back his head, his moans and hoarse cries filled the room. Adam felt her fingers slide down to the smooth piece of skin right behind his balls. With a few deft touches, he exploded, spewing hot cum into her throat.
She sucked him dry. When his hips had stopped jerking, she slipped her mouth away. Smiling, Celeste helped him climb into bed. He lay on his back as his breathing slowed. Curling up beside him, she ran her fingers up and down his chest.
His hands started to roam as his cock hardened again. Celeste skipped her thumb over the ruddy head and laughed.
“You still have some life.”
“Wait and see.”
Adam rolled her onto her back, then kissed and licked his way down from her ears to her breasts. Pinching one nipple, he took the other deep into his mouth. He sucked and bit until she couldn’t stay still. She cried out as he moved his mouth to the other one. He continued to ply the wet nipple with his fingers. He could feel her orgasm building. He left her breasts right before she came.
Running his tongue down to her belly button, he was surprised to encounter a butterfly shaped jewel piercing it. He circled the jewel with his tongue, distracting her as his fingers made their way up her thighs.
“Spread your legs, darling,” he ordered softly. He rose to his knees and stared down at her pussy. It was clean-shaven except for a small patch of light gold curls. Using his fingers, he gently parted her wet lips to see the hard little button they hid. He leaned down and breathed deep. She smelled wonderful. While he looked at her, she became drenched with the glistening juices from her pussy.
“Celeste, you’re beautiful. Your cunt’s all wet and hot. Your clit is begging me to taste it. You’ve tasted me, darling. Now it’s my turn.”
Celeste pushed herself up on her elbows to watch him stretch out on his stomach. She gave a little cry as his tongue took one long swipe from her ass to the top of her cunt. He settled in to feast on her hard clit with teeth, tongue and lips. Flicking with his tongue and taking quick little nips, he sent small shocks of pain and pleasure racing through her.
She was so wet her cream drenched his mouth. He slid a finger into her clinging pussy. Starting a slow pace, he slid one, then two fingers in and out.
The combination of his tongue stroking her clit and his fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy lit a fire in her. Celeste’s hips were bucking in rhythm to Adam’s fingers. She pleaded with him to finish it. He smiled.
Adam bathed his thumb in her cream. Then he bore down on her clit with his mouth, her pussy with his fingers, and her ass with his thumb. When his thumb breached her barrier and sank into her tight hole, she screamed and grabbed his hair. Pressing his head to her lifted pussy, she came hard.
Before the waves slowed, Adam pulled away. He draped her thighs over his forearms and thrust hard into her. Her contractions drove him into his own mind-shattering climax, his hot cum flooding her womb in spurts. He threw back his head and yelled.
“Great distraction, Celeste,” Adam commented after he caught his breath.
Celeste rose up on her side to look down at him as he lay beside her. “What makes you think I was trying to distract you? I thought you would enjoy it.”
“I did enjoy it. Hell, I th
ink I lost my mind there at the end. But did you think the sex would make me forget about what happened tonight?” Adam scrubbed his hands over his face. “What the hell did happen, Celeste?”
Celeste sighed. Pushing her hair from her face, she climbed out of bed. Adam watched her wander over to the large window and pull the curtains open. The moonlight pouring in highlighted the tattoo he had noticed earlier. An angel holding aloft a flaming sword marked her lower back. He joined her at the window and lightly touched her skin above the tattoo.
“What does the angel represent?” Adam asked quietly.
“It is the Archangel Mika’il.”
“He’s the warrior angel, right?” Adam didn’t know much about angels.
“Yes. He guards my back for me. He also reminds me I can’t go back.”
“Back where?”
“Home.” Celeste turned to face Adam. The moonlight bathed her body in silver.
He gently touched the vicious cross-shaped scar marring her left breast. “Why didn’t I notice this before?”
She laughed. “You had your mind on other things.” She stared over his shoulder into the dark. Her thoughts were far away.
“What happened earlier, Celeste? What kind of dream was that?”
Her eyes refocused on him. “It wasn’t a dream, Adam. Somewhere tonight Tomas left us another body.”
Adam looked puzzled. “Are you telling me you’re psychic?”
“I’m linked with him, Adam.”
“If you know who he is, why don’t you go and get him?”
Shaking her head, Celeste turned back to the window. “I know who he is, but his whereabouts are unclear to me. I’m only linked to him because we are brethren.”
“What are you talking about?”
“It’s a long story. Centuries old and hidden from mortals.”
“Mortals?”
“Couldn’t this wait? I’m sure we could find something better to do with our mouths.”
“No, this can’t wait, Celeste. Who are you?” Staring at the woman he had just had the most incredible sex of his life with, Adam sat down on the edge of the bed.
She laughed softly. “It’s a long story that started before humans were even created. He made us to adore and worship Him. Free will wasn’t really in our vocabulary.”
“Us? Our?”
“Angels.”
“So you’re telling me you’re an angel? I fucked an angel?” Adam was incredulous. How could such a beautiful, seemingly intelligent woman believe she was an angel? Who would have thought she was crazy?
There was sadness in Celeste’s laugh. “At one time, I was an angel. I was happy. Then seeds of discontent were sown. He had created humans. He loved you. I became jealous and when Lucifer rose up in rebellion against Him, I was swept up. By the time the dust cleared, I was banished from Heaven and forced to endure life on earth.”
Adam heard despair tinge Celeste’s voice. “What are you?”
“I’m one of the fallen. Those angels banished with Lucifer for our rebellion. That’s why I have the tattoo. It’s to remind me that like Adam and Eve, I too am barred from my Garden of Eden.”
“What about the scar?”
“There are some of us who have repented. We would love to go home if we were ever allowed to. Because of that and because we hunt down those of our brethren who prey on humans, we are branded with a cross. Our brethren call it the mark of Cain.”
“Cain? Didn’t Cain murder his brother?”
“That is what they think we are doing. We are choosing to serve out our banishment in a less evil way. We are known as the Enforcers.”
“But isn’t sex against the rules or something?”
“Maybe if I was a true angel, Adam. I already live under His anger, what more can He do to me?”
Adam was having a hard time with the thought of her being any kind of angel.
“Why don’t we rest now? Things will be different in the morning.” Her voice was soothing.
Adam found himself laying back and falling asleep even though he wanted to talk. “Why will it be different?”
“Because I won’t be here,” was what he heard as he drifted to sleep.
* * * *
Meanwhile in Reno, Nevada
William Bradford was startled awake as his covers were jerked off and the cold air rushed over his body.
“Damn!” William shot straight up.
“Watch your mouth, Enforcer.” The harsh voice warned him the intruder in his room wasn’t a person he wanted to mess with.
Climbing out of bed, he pulled on the faded jeans he had thrown on the chair the night before. He ran his hand through his hair as he stalked past his night visitor. He didn’t really want to talk to Mika’il. The self-righteous prick really got on his nerves.
Mika’il watched the dark-haired fallen prowl into the living room. He followed leisurely behind him.
“What are you doing here?” William asked. He stood at the window, looking out over the lights of Reno.
“If you had been paying attention to your dreams, you would know why I’m here,” Mika’il complained.
“I’m no longer one of yours, sir. The dreams would have driven me insane long ago if I paid any attention to them.” William was respectful. Even though he didn’t like the angel, he knew it wouldn’t pay to make him mad.
“One of your fellow Enforcers is having a bit of a problem. You should think about heading out to see her.”
“Celeste.” William turned to look at Mika’il. “Why do you care? In all the centuries since our banishment, you have never gone out of your way to help us.”
Mika’il stared over William’s shoulder into the world outside the window. “I’ve done what I have been allowed to do. You haven’t made it easy on me. Who do you think sends you the dreams?”
“Someone who wishes to drive us crazy. Have you any idea what they do to us?”
The archangel shrugged. William knew Mika’il wasn’t unsympathetic to the fallen, but he had reached his limit of patience with their whining long ago. “Deal with them, William. They are part of your punishment. Maybe if you had thought about everything before you rebelled, you wouldn’t be in this position.”
William smirked. “That’s me. I’ve always raced in where angels feared to tread, sir.”
Mika’il smiled slightly. William had often made Mika’il laugh even during the worst moments. “That’s true, William. I need you to go to Detroit. Celeste needs help. You are the only one she trusts.”
“Why are you here? The head of His Host of Heaven shouldn’t be concerned with a fallen.”
“We all have our weaknesses and it looks like mine might be your kind.” Mika’il looked at William. “Just go to Celeste, William.” He disappeared before William could say yes or no.
“Damn angel. Coming and going like he owns the place. I guess I’m heading for the Motor City.”
CHAPTER FIVE
Sensing a presence in his room, Adam woke quickly. He saw Jakar standing in the shadows away from the pale early morning sunlight.
“What is it, Jakar? Where’s Celeste?”
At Celeste’s name, an emotion flared in Jakar’s eyes. If Adam didn’t know better, he would have said it was fear. “Celeste left earlier this morning.”
“She left? Where did she go?”
Jakar shrugged. Watching Adam climb from the bed, Jakar said, “You need to be careful getting involved with her, Adam. She isn’t like you.”
“So she told me. I’d never have thought someone who looks like she does would be crazy.”
“Crazy?”
“What am I supposed to think about her? She tells me she’s a fallen angel. Get real, Jakar.”
“What if I told you it’s true? Celeste Young really is one of the fallen, Montgomery. She has lived for centuries. Since she can never return to Heaven, she searches out the evil haunting the world. How would you handle that?”
“I can tell she makes you nervous.” Adam pu
lled on his robe. He was worried Jakar was losing touch with reality as well.
“Yes, she does.”
“I never thought I’d see the day when you would be nervous about a woman.” Adam laughed as he made his way to his bathroom.
“She could destroy me if she should choose to do so,” Jakar stated softly.
Adam turned back. “Destroy you? How?”
“She has more power in her than I would ever dream of having. Even the fallen don’t like my kind.”
“What are you, a vampire?”
“Among other things. The point is not what I am. The point is her agenda is not the same as yours. She doesn’t care about the things you care about.”
“I only fucked her, Jakar. I’m not going to marry her.” Adam went into the bathroom. A few seconds later, he stuck his head back out. “Get a hold of the guys. See if anyone has heard anything about this killer.”
“Sure thing, boss.” Jakar left, knowing that Adam was already doomed. You couldn’t fuck an angel—even a fallen one—without falling in love.
* * * *
When Adam arrived at his office, Jakar was hanging up the phone.
“Has anyone found anything out?” Adam demanded.
Jakar shook his head. “They have some leads, but nothing’s panned out yet.”
“Keep me posted.” Adam grabbed his cell phone and headed back out the door.
“Where are you going?”
“To find our favorite angel and see what she can tell me.”
Jakar wondered if he should just pack up and leave town. There were some fallen and Enforcers who would never allow a True Demon to live, but Celeste had the chance to kill him last night and she hadn’t.
* * * *
“You spent the night with him.” Al stated.
“Only part of the night.” Celeste pulled her hair up in a ponytail.
“So he fucked you and then let you leave?” Al sounded skeptical.
“Why not?”
“From the way he’s been panting after you, I’d have thought he’d tie you to his bed and keep you there for a couple weeks at least.”
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