Not sure what was wrong, he said, “Koro.”
“Well,” he said as he dug around in the bag, “the word is pronounced fork.”
“Then what is fuck?”
Raphael looked away with a shake of his head as he said lightly, “I’ll tell you when you’re older.” Then he grew grim as he whispered, “But tell me to inform your brother on his…mistake.”
Kiz was only mildly upset that his mate wouldn’t tell him what fuck meant, but he let the subject go.
“Now…” Raphael smiled, his eyes light with amusement. “Wanna see a magic trick?” When Kiz nodded, Raphael swished his hand through the air, making a fork appear. “I knew I forgot something.”
Kiz’s laughter burst out of him before he could hide it. As Kiz raised his hand to hide, Raphael’s free hand shot out and stopped him. Locking eyes with his mate, Kiz licked his lips, feeling his body heat up, making him want to jump onto Raphael and rip his clothes off in a frenzied need for skin-to-skin contact.
“I want that too,” Raphael said in a husky voice. “But you know I’ll be steering, don’t you?”
“Steering…” he copied as he nodded his head with a smile. “Okay.”
A smirk appeared on Raphael’s face as he dropped the fork and swiped everything between them out of the way. Scooting in close, he grabbed the hand Kiz had intended to hide behind back down to his lap. But Raphael didn’t leave it there alone.
His hand spanned over Kiz’s thigh from the outer side to the inner. Kiz breathed in a ragged gulp, feeling on the verge of moaning in ecstasy.
Not realizing Raphael’s gaze had fallen to his legs, Kiz watched anxiously as Raphael moved to stand on his knees so he was taller. The expression of hunger on Raphael’s face made Kiz’s brain snap.
He didn’t pause to think as he leapt up and attacked the fallen angel. Tackling him to the floor, Kiz grunted in surprise when Raphael artfully flipped him, easily pinning him to the ground.
Kiz yowled with his eyes closed. “I need you!” he shouted in his native tongue.
Raphael wedged one of his knees between Kiz’s, making him groan as lust pulsed through him without control.
He’d imagined losing his virginity hundreds of ways. Feeling Raphael’s hot body pressing against his, he writhed, wanting to imprint on his bones this first caress from a male. Not just any male, but his mate. At the first taste of a carnal touch, he hoped this was the first of many copulations with Raphael.
Peeking up at Raphael, Kiz began, “Please, I—”
He was cut off when Raphael kissed him. Kiz’s shock lasted a beat before he relaxed and enjoyed the staggeringly rich flavor of his viscer.
Raphael pulled his mouth away, to Kiz’s horror, but redeemed himself when he began to brush his fingers over Kiz’s bottom lip as if inspecting its quality.
Kiz’s mind became hazy as he reached up, pulling Raphael’s head down to meet his. Kiz groaned when upon opening his mouth Raphael’s tongue slid in to caress his.
Chapter Five
As their slick tongues glided over one another, Kiz tried his damnedest to rub his aching erection to completion on his mate’s thigh. Groaning in frustration at not getting enough friction, he grabbed Raphael’s hips and flipped them so his larger form was on top once more.
Kiz became thrilled when he managed to get a better angle, receiving that delicious pressure he needed. Pulling back from the kiss, he moaned and gyrated his hips harder.
Hearing Raphael growl, Kiz shivered in anticipation of what would happen next.
Air rushed out of him when Raphael flipped them over again, causing Kiz to mewl like a cat in the height of a mating cycle. As strange sounds echoed around the room, Kiz began to laugh, deciding to let his viscer stake his dominance. But in truth, Raphael was much stronger then he was, and for some reason this excited Kiz.
However, he found that he didn’t have much of a choice when his hands suddenly grew a mind of their own. Fingers interlacing on their own accord, he felt cool, metal restraints circle his wrists. Kiz arched his spine, loving the tight hold. It made him feel vulnerable, but a part of him knew Raphael would never intentionally hurt him.
Raphael smirked down at him, yanking Kiz’s cuffed hands above his head.
“I love it when you moan,” his mate said as he jerked Kiz’s shirt hem out from where it’d been tucked into his pants.
Kiz bit his lip to quell the sounds slipping from his lips. He’d been so lost in passion that it hadn’t registered he’d been gurgling like a wounded animal.
Leaning in, Kiz bucked when Raphael nipped his ear and said, “Say my name.”
Kiz gasped before he whispered breathlessly, “Raphael.”
“Louder.”
“Raph—”
“Louder, damnit!”
Gulping, he was shocked when he screamed out, “Raphael!”
His fallen angel grunted. The sound was animalistic and raw. It sent flames throughout his body, warning him to obey.
Then he felt a soft kiss to the end of his nose. Kiz jerked, shocked that somewhere along the way he’d shut his eyes. Feeling Raphael’s warm touch on his cheek, his body began to vibrate. Moving his cuffed hands down to cover his eyes, he shivered when he felt Raphael’s hot breath in his ear. “K-iz…” he began, his voice shuddering on the name. “Relax.”
Embarrassment suddenly hitting him, he opened his eyes and shouted in panic when his arms were suddenly yanked back over his head. Finding Raphael’s face inches from his, he gulped at the wicked glean in his mate’s eye as he said in a rumble, “Do not move your arms again.”
Seeing Raphael’s expression grow more voracious, Kiz fought the desperate urge to challenge his handsome viscer by moving his hands to worship Raphael’s chest with his fingertips.
Kiz bit back a shout of yearning when Raphael yanked Kiz’s shirt up to his neck. Leaning in, Raphael latched his lips around one of Kiz’s puckered nipples.
The heat radiating from Raphael’s body had Kiz’s flesh tingling with desire. His stomach fluttered. His thighs hugged Raphael’s leg as if it were a life preserver. Kiz wanted to grab the gorgeous hunk and never release.
He hummed with joy when Raphael grabbed both sides of his dress shirt and yanked the buttons off to get it apart. A smile touched his lips at catching the sight of Raphael gazing at him with need. It made his body wiggle with excitement.
When he felt his mate relax, Kiz bucked his hips, almost dislodging Raphael. When Raphael growled threateningly, Kiz lolled his head to rest back on the floor.
Rambled a string of nonsensical words, Kiz cracked open his eyes, smiling happily to find Raphael peering down at him, appearing awestruck.
“What?” Kiz asked, cheeks red-hot with embarrassment.
Raphael’s eyes flickered back to Kiz’s before he stated in a gravely tone, “I’ve just never seen such a more perfect male in my life.”
A warm flush racked his body, and his stomach muscles tightened as every shred of clothing separating them dissolved into nothing.
Kiz drew his bottom lip between his teeth, hoping to hide his excitement. He felt like his naked skin touching Raphael was on the verge of spontaneously combusting. “How…?” Kiz felt his heartbeat begin to rise as he closed his hands into fists, feeling the chains fit snuggly around his wrists. How did my…? Where did my clothes go?
“Breath in and out.” Raphael chuckled back as he leaned forward to nibble Kiz’s ear. “I have one more trick to show you.”
Kiz sighed in contentment when he suddenly felt his back conform to his mattress with Raphael gelling to his front. He couldn’t imagine the act of actual intercourse being any more enjoyable than he felt at that minute.
Raphael’s thick cock pressed against Kiz’s, sending a zing shooting up his spine. Kiz could clearly see the beaming smile of flat-out happiness on his viscer’s face. Kiz had put that passionate, burning expression there. To make a man far up on the totem pole of hotness lose control with excitement, his mate
no less, was an aphrodisiac that made Kiz’s body swamp with uncharted feelings.
Raph groaned, drawing Kiz from his thoughts. His fallen angel then proceeded to place his palms on the bed, bracketing Kiz’s head, his lengthy arms bulging with muscle. Raphael’s body curved, his head bowing to trace his tongue along Kiz’s jaw.
Kiz licked his lower lip, drowning in the erotic attention he was receiving from Raphael. Suddenly, without much thought, Kiz admitted like someone was controlling his tongue, “I watch porn—”
Raphael’s head shot back up parallel to Kiz’s. “What?”
Kiz gulped as he began to stammer, “Y-yes. I-I-I like to—” His mind conjured an image of him sucking Raphael’s cock.
When he cut the thought off, Raphael shoved himself up to stand on his knees above Kiz. “Are you sure?”
“Wow,” Kiz breathed. “You re’we read mind?”
“I apologize. You were just thinking so openly. I keep trying to block myself out, but…you keep getting though my wall.” Raph’s expression turned stony. “I respect people’s privacy because I know what it’s like to have it taken from you.”
“What you mean?” The look on Raphael’s face filled Kiz with concern.
“Well, at the risk of reminding you of your father, here’s another lesson. Angels can hear each other’s thoughts. There is no way to hide them. The others just…know.”
Gulping at the news, Kiz asked, “Why?”
“Just the way we were born. I was always told it’s so we never betray one another. So, if one of us went rogue, others would know instantly.”
“You hear angels now?”
“No. Nor can they hear me.”
“Because you, um, fallen?”
Raphael was silent for a few seconds. “Also, because I was a member of the Caelum council— You knew what that is, yes?”
Kiz nodded. “They angels who guard heaven?” He paused, thinking hard. “Heaven be the human word for the Elysium Realm—” He stopped, not sure if he said the word right. “Is that right?”
Raph hummed. “Essentially. But there are more than just angels in Elysium. Creatures that aren’t even allowed to be said because they are like being stung with a cattle prong.”
“Even me?” Kiz whispered.
“I don’t know.” Raph sat up, grabbing Kiz’s hair, and pulled out the braid. “And I don’t want to try. I refuse to cause you pain.”
Kiz sighed in contentment. “So back at angels and C-Caelum…private thoughts?”
Raphael nodded. “Archangels are allowed their private thoughts because they are entrusted with information that needs to remain confidential.” Raph let go of Kiz’s hair to run his fingers over Kiz’a face. “Your skin is so soft.”
Kiz didn’t reply. Mainly because he wasn’t sure what to say. Compliments confused him. He’d concluded it must be because no one had ever praised him.
“Kiz, look at me.”
Startled by the command, Kiz hadn’t even realized his eyes had wandered to the ceiling.
Turning his face back to Raphael, he got the sensation the walls of his bedroom were shrinking as he felt a pressure on his chest. “I no deserve you.”
Raphael frowned, looking genuinely confused. “Why don’t you deserve me?”
Kiz closed his eyes as a tear escaped. “Because I—” He cut himself off. “I no know… I-I just no good enough. You ‘eserve—” He stopped, blushing in humiliation. “I mean deserve. You deserve male who compliment your status. You talk ‘bout angels and everything… I-It’s—my eye open now, and I horrible mate option. You mate with angel.” Kiz knew from gossip, though while considered brothers and sisters, angels were not related in any way.
Raphael paused, a strange look in his eye. “I’ve already tried to mate with an angel.”
Chapter Six
“Kizia?” Raph growled, dragging the other-worlder into an awkward embrace. He took the advantage to breathed in Kiz’s unique scent, not knowing how to placate the insecure man. You’d be pissed too if the roles were reversed.
“Who he?” Kiz asked, his accent making the vowels more elongated. “Where he?”
“Actually…” Raph cast his eyes aside. “It was a she.”
Raph was shocked when Kiz shoved him to the side. “No cuffs.” He waved his wrists wildly. “Cuffs no!”
Obeying the command, the first in centuries, he used his magic to dissolve the metal restraining Kiz.
“You gay?” Kiz asked as he shot to his feet, rubbing his writs.
“I go for what feels right.”
He watched as Kiz turned his back, his shoulders shuttering, obviously trying to hold back his flooding emotions. “Where she?” he gasped. “You love her?” Raph jerked when he heard Kiz add in his head, Is she why he no bond with me? He love another…
“I did love her.” His words made Kiz sobs lessen.
“Did?” Kiz questioned. “Why you no love her no more?”
“I…” He cut off, the wound still fresh, even after centuries. “I still love her.” He cleared his throat as the memory surged to the front of his mind. “I will always love her.”
He then went on to explain. “I tried to help her in every way possible, but she shot me down. It hurt to watch as she slowly succumbed to the Nephilim—the mindless need to eat flesh. That’s why I—”
Shaking himself from his pity party, Raph walked over to a window to glare down bitterly at the city street. “I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you, Kiz. I’m a monster. I was kicked out of Elysium because of my involvement with Kaylah.”
From across the room Kiz whispered, “Why she special?”
Raph didn’t even have to think as he said, “She was innocent. She’d never left Elysium during her whole existence. When she fell, she was helpless. I couldn’t let her wander around not knowing how to take care of herself. She didn’t know what to eat—or how to eat. She didn’t know about bathing, sleeping, or other things the body needs to survive. She couldn’t do it. Or I should say wouldn’t do it. She’d been terrified of Earth. So she asked me to help her…”
“Help her what?”
Raph gulped as he leaned his forehead against the glass window. “Help?” He puffed out pent-up air. Now to tell the truth and lose his future with Kiz. “I…was tossed in the pit for helping Kaylah commit suicide.”
Raph’s insides churned as he remembered his friend’s cries. Her pleas to end her suffering.
Clenching his fists, he tried to crush his rage, only all he could do was stand there, alone with the misery he felt pulsing throughout his body. “In the end, she died by hell fire.” He shut his eyes tightly. “I watched horrified as her flesh boiled, leaving pus blisters, and then finally turned to molten goo.”
Raph found it hard to hold back his emotions. He did okay to check his anger, but his body shook in sorrow. “Kaylah didn’t deserve a death like that. She wasn’t the monster like the others who’d fallen.”
Raph’s pounding chest began to slow when Kiz’s long arms snaked around him, holding him tight. He let his eyes hood. Raph felt heat pool in the pit of his abdomen. He’d never allowed a lover at his back. Yet now he found Kiz’s trembling body against him calming. He felt at peace, even with the unwanted memories of his sister. A memory that had haunted him since Kaylah died.
After letting Kiz have control for a few seconds, Raph growled, feeling his inner turmoil turn to arousal.
“Raphael…?”
“Mmh?” Raph muttered, lost to the sexually explicit images swirling through his head.
“Don’t be mad…”
“About what?”
“Your sister,” Kiz breathed. “If I hear story right, she have killed herself without your help.”
Raph’s gut tightened for a whole new reason. “Let’s not talk about it now.”
“But we—”
Before Kiz could continue, Raph flipped around, grabbed Kiz, and in less than five seconds had the taller male against the nearest wall. Kiz gaspe
d when Raph reached up, pulling Kiz’s head to his, locking lips in a feverish exchange of intense, animalistic hunger.
Raph could tell when Kiz gave up on the subject when the other-worlder purred and melded against him.
Raph’s hands slid down and grabbed two handfuls of the sweetest ass in the known universe. When Raph felt Kiz’s body begin to swoon, he pressed Kiz harder into the wall to support his lover’s weight.
“Nngh!” Kiz moaned, turning his head to the side. “Raphael…”
The sounds of Kiz’s need made Raph’s chest puff in pride. “Tell me what you want,” he commanded, needing to hear his mate’s yearning voice.
Raph watched Kiz’s head snap back as the he hiked one of his legs up around Raph’s waist. Grinding his cock onto Raph’s thigh, Kiz whimpered. “I want—” He panted. “—you in to me.”
Raph’s chuckled at Kiz’s broken English. When he stepped back, he was delighted when Kiz stepped in sync so they didn’t separate. He maneuvered them with a flourish, walking Kiz backwards to the bed.
As Raph pushed him down on the mattress, Kiz released a pleased screech that enthralled Raph. He watched the extraterrestrial with intense interest. He was long and lean with smooth, satin skin. His hair was like a cascade of black silk. Raph didn’t know where to begin his exploration—or rather frenzied groping.
Sidling up the bottom of the bed, Raph skated his fingertips from Kiz’s big toe all the way up to his hip. He gave the flesh a squeeze and smirked as he saw Kiz’s cock jerk. Fisting the length, he watched the range of emotions wash over the beautiful man’s face.
He panted as Kiz’s eyelids slid closed as his mouth opened in a silent cry, his hands fisting the rumpled sheets.
Then a small twist of Kiz’s mouth brought Raph to his knees—literally—as the scene instantly become a blockbuster in Raph's memory file he’d dubbed, Sex Fantasies: Kiz Edition.
As he let his mind open, more thoughts from Kiz’s head came through—thoughts he was mentally pulling from the male. Kiz was thinking loud again, but this time he was thinking in his native tongue. Raph couldn’t make out a single word. Earth languages were ingrained at birth for angels, but outside his galaxy, other worlds’ tongues were a mystery.
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