VIPER (Fallen Angel Book 2)

by Brooke Blaine

  “Just a warm-up. Don’t worry; I plan to fuck you until you can’t stand.”

  Thank fucking God, because all this foreplay and lead-up over the past couple of days had made me desperate for what he’d been withholding, and though he’d said it was to let my body heal, I had a feeling that the real reason was to make me out of my mind with lust, leading up to this moment.

  What was it about Viper that I couldn’t get enough of?

  Fourteen

  Viper

  THE ANGEL WAS on fire tonight. Fuck yes, he was. From the second the other guys had left us, until this moment, Halo had been demanding, impatient, and so damn needy that it’d been all I could do not to bypass the necessary build I knew he’d need before I slid my dick back inside the place it so desperately wanted to be.

  As it was, I was finding it difficult to slow the pace enough to get him stretched and ready to take on the fucking he so clearly wanted. But there was no way I was going to cave and rush this. I’d been putting Halo off for a couple of days now, teasing and tormenting his body each night until I drove us both crazy, because I wanted him out of his mind for it this next go around. I wanted him begging me for it.

  “So you want it just like that night at The Nothing do you, Angel?” When Halo nodded, I said by his ear, “Then your hands need to get up over your head…now.”

  Halo shuddered at the order, but not a second later, he stretched his arms up so he could press his palms flat against the wall. The move put the smooth skin of his back on delicious display, and when I shifted back a few inches to get a better look, Halo groaned and glanced over his shoulder at me.

  With a smirk, I reached out and trailed the tip of my wet finger from his tailbone down in between his cheeks, and as I pushed it further down his hot channel, I licked my lips.

  “This what you want?” I asked, rubbing my finger up and down, and moving back in so I could press my lips to his as I pressed the pad of my finger to his entrance.

  “You know it is,” Halo said against my mouth, and when I eased the tip inside him, he cursed.

  “Gonna let me back in here a second time, huh?” As I slid my finger deeper, and then pulled it out to the tip, Halo’s jaw clenched. “You’re a brave angel. Or have you forgotten what I told you?”

  When Halo’s eyes narrowed, I nipped at his lower lip and said in a voice that was ragged with need, “I told you the next time I took you I was gonna drill you through the mattress. But since we don’t have one here right now, I’m thinking this wall is just gonna have to do.”

  When I shoved my finger back inside him, Halo gasped, and I drove my tongue between his lips. He sucked on it as his body clamped down on my finger, and as I shoved him forward until his stiff, leaking cock was trapped against the wall, I pulled my finger free and pressed two against his tight little hole.

  Halo bucked back, but I merely teased him by running my fingers up and down his crack.

  “Viper…” he said as he tore his lips free.

  I chuckled and probed at his eager entrance with both fingers now. “Right here, Angel.”

  Halo turned away and put his forehead to the wall, his fingers, which were still high above his head, pressing so hard against the surface his knuckles were turning white. Then he finally said, “I need more.”

  I lowered my head and pressed my lips to the top of his spine, and then I slowly eased both fingers back inside.

  “Oh my God,” Halo said as a moan of pure pleasure ripped from his throat, and he all but climbed up the wall to his toes as I flattened myself up against him.

  “Fuck, you’re tight,” I growled by his ear. “Tight, hot, and so fucking sexy I could come all over you just from having you fuck my fingers.”

  “No,” Halo protested, shaking his head.

  “No?”

  “No. I want you in me this time.” Halo panted as I twisted my fingers and found his prostate, then he cursed and muttered, “I want you all the damn time.”

  Wasn’t that the truth? Unlike my past sexual partners, Halo had somehow crawled beneath my skin. The angel with the bright eyes, and a face that I saw in my damn sleep, had gotten inside without even trying, and no matter how many times I told myself it would be the last time I kissed him, touched him, wanted him…it was never enough.

  “Good, Angel. That’s real good. ’Cause you’re about to get me—all of me.” I put my lips to his shoulder as I drew my fingers free, and then I shoved my hand into my pocket and pulled a condom and packet of lube out. Never had I been so fuckin’ happy I carried that shit everywhere, because if I’d had to stop right then, I wasn’t sure I would’ve.

  I made quick work of the condom, and when I got the lube open, I slicked some over my dick before I sucked the skin on the side of Halo’s neck and reached down to slide my slippery fingers back inside him.

  “Fuckin’ hell,” I said against Halo’s neck, as he shoved back from the wall, using his hands to propel himself harder onto my waiting fingers, and after several well-placed thrusts of my long digits, I had him all but whimpering. Then…

  “Viper, now…fuck.”

  Pulling my fingers free, I reached down and spread his cheeks apart, allowing my cock the access it craved, and once I lined the head up with his hole, I wound my other arm around his waist and took hold of his dripping dick.

  “You sure you’re ready for me, Angel?”

  Halo turned his head, and his eyes were the darkest I’d ever seen them. His lips were swollen from where he’d likely been biting them, and his face was tinged red.

  “Please,” he whispered, and I knew there’d be no denying that request. Hell, he could’ve asked me to rob a bank or commit a murder and I would’ve agreed right then. Halo had me under some kind of spell where all I wanted was to please him, and as I slowly entered his body, I crushed my lips down onto his. Halo moaned as I sank deeper and deeper, the heat of his body enveloping me until a groan rumbled up out of my chest and I was balls deep inside him.

  “Hmm,” I said against his lips as I stroked my fist up and down his stiff dick, and it wasn’t lost on me that, this time around, Halo was as hard now, with me in him, as he had been before I’d entered him.

  Whether that was the alcohol buzzing through him or the lust riding the angel, I wasn’t sure. But there was no hesitation this time. No pulling away. This time he was rocking back, nestling his ass up against my pelvis as though he loved the way my dick was filling him up.

  “Damn, you feel amazing,” I said into the riot of curls in front of my face, and when that just wasn’t enough, I nuzzled my nose into his hair and shut my eyes. When Halo craned his head back, his eyes shut as a blissful sound that was as sweet as it was sexy left him, and my body shook against his in response.

  What the hell is he doing to me? I thought, as I dragged my tongue up his cheek to his lips, and when I got there, I said in a voice I barely recognized, “Kiss me, Angel.”

  Halo’s eyes flashed open, and when they locked on mine, I knew he was as stunned as I was by the hoarse request. Since when did I ask for anything? But then he was kissing me, and I was moving behind him, no longer able to stay still.

  As I slowly pulled out of him, I ran a hand up his length and squeezed the slick head, making him gasp, and when I grinned against that delicious mouth, he said, “Again.”

  I shoved back inside him, lowered my fist down his length, and told him, “Brace yourself.”

  Halo’s eyes flared, and when he turned his head away from me and his arms tensed above his head, I released his cock and smoothed my hands down from under his arms. I trailed them along his ribs to his hips, and when my fingers dug into the naked flesh there, I pulled out of him, and this time when I thrust back inside, there was nothing slow or easy about it.

  Hard, rough, and powerful. I tunneled inside the angel with all of the pent-up need and frustration I’d been feeling for him over the past few days, and the clawing possession I’d felt for him from the first moment I had him under me c
ame hurtling back in full force.

  Halo shouted out and reached down with one hand to jack himself as I hammered into him at an unrelenting pace, and as he slammed his other hand up against the wall, I bucked my hips harder, faster.

  My breathing was coming in rapid bursts, and my heart was pounding a mile a minute, and suddenly I needed more of him. I wanted to feel Halo against me when he lost it, and I wanted him to feel me.

  I slid my hands around his waist, and as I shoved back inside, I smoothed my palms up over his torso until my hands were flat on his chest. Then I pulled him off that wall so I was as deep inside him as I could get, and he was leaning back on me, fisting his cock as I gave him quick, hard thrusts in just the right spot.

  Halo reached back with his free hand and grabbed the back of my head, and as he pulled me forward, he turned his face and captured my mouth with his, driving his tongue between my lips in a way that had my climax racing down my spine. But it wasn’t until he said against my mouth, “I love the way you fuck me,” that I lost it.

  My entire body tensed behind his, and as I slammed our mouths together, I came deep inside him, capturing his shout of ecstasy as he came all over his hand, and Halo’s body clamped around me in a way that had my toes curling.

  As we stood there, both breathing hard, both shaking against one another, I was glad that Halo’s back was to me, because I wasn’t sure what he’d be able to see on my face, and I was positive it was nothing either of us were ready for.

  Fifteen

  Viper

  “HEY, VIPER?” THE voice of Jared, one of our producers, cut through my headphones inside the recording booth, bringing me to a halt on the fifth go around for the background vocals of the track “Hard.”

  We’d been bouncing around ideas all afternoon, trying to get the chorus as edgy as I wanted it, but we hadn’t quite hit the nail on the head, and when Jared had started waving his hands through the air midway through this cut, I knew we still weren’t there yet.

  Jared pressed the button that allowed me to hear him and said, “That was better, but I still think we’re missing something. You’re getting the frustration across like you want, but your voice is too smooth, my man. What do you do, drink hot tea and lemon every night?”

  I snorted. “Nah. I get what you’re saying, though. I want some gravel to it. Some grit. My voice just isn’t cooperating.”

  Jagger got up from one of the couches in the mixing room where the rest of the band was seated and pressed down on the button. “Come on, V. We need you all growly. Can’t you think of something that might make you feel like that? Bet I can…”

  When Jagger glanced over his shoulder to the rest of the guys, my eyes automatically shifted to the other end of the couch, where Halo was lounged back beside Killian. Dressed in navy shorts and a white polo that was tight enough it showed off his lean muscles, he could’ve been a Florida native. Add in the nice tan he’d gotten over the past couple of weeks, and he looked more like a sexy surfer than a rising superstar in the music industry.

  “Hey, Halo?” Jagger said. “Vanessa, you remember her? Gorgeous, silky black hair, and legs for days? Yeah, she called up here this morning looking for you. Did Killian tell you?”

  Fuckin’ Jagger. He was having way too much fun with this. Ever since the three of them had found out about me and Halo, they’d been giving me nothing but shit. They’d been a little more restrained—if you could call it that—around Halo. But when he wasn’t around, the fuckers never let up.

  Not that I really expected them to. Finding out that I was fucking the new frontman, and only the frontman, had apparently been more than their little brains could handle. Hell, it probably would’ve been less shocking if Slade had told us all he was into cock. But since that hadn’t happened yet, it seemed that I was their current entertainment.

  Halo’s lips curved into a smirk that made my cock twitch, Jagger’s little ploy not lost on him at all, and I said into my mic, “Hey, asshole?” When Jagger turned back to face me, I shot him the finger.

  Jagger chuckled. “Just tryin’ to inspire you.”

  Killian grinned, as Slade busted up laughing, and after I’d done my best to glare them all to death, Jared came back to the mic.

  “I’ve got an idea. What if we try this part in the morning?”

  In the… “Huh?”

  “In the morning,” Jared said. “That’s when your voice is the most gravelly, the deepest, right?” And before he took his finger off the mic, I heard Slade say, “What do you think, Halo? Is that when Viper’s voice is the deepest?”

  Even if I hadn’t been able to hear what Slade had just said, I would’ve been able to tell by the way Halo’s cheeks turned red that it had been something inappropriate. But when Halo’s eyes found mine, he licked his lips and said something I couldn’t hear but read crystal clear on his lips: No way. It’s deepest after he comes.

  That had the guys whooping and hollering so loud in the booth that I heard the vibration of it through the soundproof glass. But I didn’t take my eyes off the angel, who was watching me with a look so hot that I was surprised the inside of the music booth hadn’t caught on fire. Jesus. He was one surprise after another, and damn that was a turn-on.

  “Right,” Jared said, looking over his shoulder at Halo before turning back to me. “Since I’m positive I don’t want to be around for that”—which only got more booming laughter—“how about we do this: tomorrow morning, I want you up at four a.m. and down here. I don’t want you to talk to anyone—”

  “Or come on anyone!” Jagger interjected.

  “That too,” Jared agreed. “Be here at four a.m. and I bet we can get it.”

  My mouth fell open. “Four a.m.? Have you lost your mind?”

  “Nope,” Jared said. “And I’m done with you, so get the fuck out so Halo can get in there.”

  Grumbling, I took my headphones off and hung them by the others on the wall before making my way to the door. When I pulled it open, I found Halo standing there with a grin on his face that made me want to kiss it the fuck off him.

  “Proud of yourself?” I said, as he went to brush by me, and when he turned his head and ran his eyes over my face, that grin of his got wider.

  “For…?”

  Standing as we were between the booth and the mixing room, the wall separating the two may or may not have been blocking us from the others. But with him this close, and his words still rolling around in my head, I took a step forward until Halo’s back was against the doorjamb.

  His eyes were full of devilry—he knew exactly what he’d done to me with his not-so-innocent response—and I leaned forward to say in his ear, “For making me so fuckin’ hard I’m about two seconds away from telling them we need a ten-minute break.”

  “Ten minutes?” Halo said, his lips but an inch from mine. “That wouldn’t be long enough, and you know it.”

  I took in a deep inhale, because hell if he wasn’t wrong, and when Halo’s hands went to my waist and his fingers tightened in my shirt, the promise in his eyes made something other than my dick pound.

  Lowering my head, I nipped at his lower lip, and the angel groaned in a way that made my entire body respond.

  “Go on,” I said, vowing that the second this was over I was going to make him groan again for me much louder. “Get in there and sing a song about how you make me hard.”

  Halo chuckled, and the sound was…arrogant, as he looked down my body. “Shouldn’t be too difficult to channel.”

  I pushed away from him, and as I palmed my aching dick, Halo walked backward into the booth, his eyes on me until I shut the door, severing the connection.

  As I walked around the corner and into the mixing room, Jared was already talking to Halo, but Slade, Jagger, and Killian were all eyeing me like they’d never seen me before.

  “What the fuck are you three lookin’ at?” I said as I moved to take the seat Halo had vacated.

  “Hell if we know,” Jagger said, running his e
yes over me. “But we think it’s a new species of…viper.”

  I narrowed my eyes. “Keep it up, Jagger.”

  “Pretty sure Halo’s busy doing that,” Killian interjected.

  “Really, Kill?” I cocked my head in his direction. “I expected better from you.”

  “No, you didn’t. Plus, even you gotta admit, you’ve been acting a little different lately.”

  “Hey, ladies?” Jared said as he let go of the button and looked over his shoulder at us. “Hate to break up this little gossip sesh, but you want to take a listen to your man in there—”

  “You mean Viper’s man,” Slade said, to which I rolled my eyes, but Jared kept right on.

  “Just see what you think, yeah?”

  Jared turned back to Halo, and we all did the same. With the headphones on, his hair had been pushed back from his face, and the sharp angles of his cheek and jaw line—the same ones I’d kissed, licked, and bit—were all on full display.

  When the music started up, I shifted forward on the couch, rested my forearms on my thighs, and clasped my hands together. Halo nodded along with the music we’d recorded earlier in the week, and as he stepped forward and angled his face up so his mouth was close to the mic, my eyes roamed up over his Adam’s apple to his lips—lips that were now singing some of the filthiest fuckin’ lyrics I’d ever written, all courtesy of him.

  “Damn, Viper,” Slade said, and I dragged my eyes away from Halo to look in his direction. “That’s some love song you wrote for him to sing.”

  I ran a hand through my hair and was just about to tell Slade to bite me, when Halo belted out the lyrics:

  I’ve thought about how to fix it,

  What might do the trick

  And fucking you for hours

  Just might get it licked

  “Does that sound like a love song to you?” I said, and Jagger chuckled.