Nephilim’s Captive: A Divine Giants Romance (Sons of Earth and Heaven Book 1)

by Abby Knox

  There was something so sweet and wholesome about the way he’d asked. “You kidnapped me, big fella. It’s not like I have a choice in what you do to me.”

  “You wanted me to snatch you,” he ground out in the voice of a frustrated, tormented creature. His hand pressed against her sensitive skin and he hiked up her tunic even higher and rested his hardening cock against the side of her abdomen.

  Ada bit down on her lip and found enough mental footing to spit out, “Liar. You trapped me.”

  With his free hand, he applied light strokes to her stomach, pushing up the tunic higher. She bit back a sigh.

  “I already told you, I don’t tell lies.”

  The teasing with his hands was too much, but she didn’t want them to end. With a curse, she opened her legs more, helped along by his rough hand.

  Roughly, he pressed his powerful lips right up against her ear. “Now. Turn around and grip the bedpost.” He lifted himself to a kneeling position to let her up.

  His commanding tone made her knees weak. “Do you want me to turn and face you while I hold on to it?”

  “Did I say that?”

  She bit down hard on her lip and felt her body respond to his stern instructions. With a whimper of need, Ada obeyed.

  “Higher,” he instructed.

  She gripped higher up on the bedpost, and higher still at his urging until he was able to lean down and draw her legs upward, so her thighs rested on his shoulders.

  Samuel said something in a language she didn’t understand, and didn’t need to. She felt his breath in her most intimate spot and her whole body quivered. The center of his palm rubbed across her soaking wet core, opening up her lips again, sending her into orbit. Still, she refused to articulate anything more than a whimper.

  “Let go of your inhibitions.” The Nephilim’s voice had dropped lower, and he not only sounded like but looked like a wild animal when she looked back at him.

  “I have.”

  “You still don’t believe I’m human; you still don’t believe it’s not perversion for me to do these things to you. I can feel your conflicted mind and I don’t even have to press into it. I can feel it. So why don’t you let go and give in to what you want?”

  Her heart pounded and her nipples tightened, anticipating his touch, hoping for it. “Why don’t you turn yourself back into a normal-size man, the one I remember from before at the…” Her words trailed off as her memory again went hazy. Had they met before? When? Where?

  Samuel rubbed his hands over the warm skin of her ass. She hissed and squeezed the sides of his head with her thighs. “Because I can’t cloak myself here. It’s a powerful magic that goes against our nature, and here, in our home, is where we come to revive and reconnect. No more information right now, dear one. I’m starving.”

  With those words, Ada’s mind let go. She did not, however, betray her reserved nature, nor did she advise her brain to take a hike. She rationally made a choice. This is real. This man wants me. This is a whole new reality. Go with it.

  Holding her thighs tightly, the giant parted her lips with his tongue and lashed her with it. Ada’s body jerked in surprise. She let out a curse as Samuel deepened his licks, finding the center of her.

  “I do…I don…” Ada had gone nonverbal.

  Samuel slowly savored her juices and circled his lips around her clit. Ada allowed herself to enjoy it.

  She felt weightless and carefree. And so…covered in him. Samuel’s mouth was so big in comparison to a normal human that he could fit his mouth over her entire pussy. He could destroy her if he chose. He could be the monster that legends claimed the Nephilim were. She was a tiny bunny playing with a werewolf. But she relinquished any doubts; she felt completely covered and tended to by his inhumanly large lips and tongue, his monster shoulders, and his rough hands almost twice the size of the average human man’s.

  She bucked against him and moaned her approval. His hot breath set her on fire when he paused long enough to say, “Mine.” Ada barely had time to register the feral noise when he sank his enormous tongue into her need.

  Long and thick didn’t begin to describe it. It was as strong as she imagined his erect cock would feel. Whether it had magical properties like his ability to use telekinesis, she did not know. What she felt was filled, desired, relaxed. His tongue knew its way around. It hit all of the spots inside her feminine walls, devoured every drop of her, and still demanded more from her.

  He pulled out briefly to instruct her with that stern voice she was starting to love. “Grip it, grip my tongue. Clench down on it and own it,” he whispered against her electrified skin and resumed devouring her with his mouth. His filthy words only made her wetter, and he responded with grateful noises, drinking all of it in.

  She was floating in space, except that she could breathe better than ever. His pleasuring was ten times better and more thorough than face-sitting and worlds better than lying down on her back. Though she would never complain about either of those positions, resting on his shoulders was maybe the best thing that had happened to her in her entire life—just below earning her Ph.D. and right above the first time she saw a real ghost.

  The tongue penetration continued until he aimed right for the G-spot. Another first. The instantaneous, brief orgasm shuddered through her. She felt his gentle laughter of delight between her legs as he continued. She understood he was not going to let up until she was thoroughly spent.

  His huge mouth continued to stroke her in every direction at a rate of speed her brain could not register. He was indeed feasting on her, but his magical abilities extended to his tongue as well as his legs and arms. Samuel and his heavenly mouth brought her to the edge of ecstasy, and then he slowed down. “No,” she whispered. “Don’t stop. Please.”

  I can’t believe this brute has me begging, she thought.

  He had not stopped; he had only slowed. “You squirted for me, sweet one. So much. I need all of this. I need to swallow you down and have all of your juice inside me.”

  “Fuck me,” she hissed, arching her back and trying to angle her pelvis back toward his mouth.

  With one swift move, he had her hands free of the bedpost and her body turned around and lying on her back, flat on the mattress.

  “Now. Look into my eyes while I finish you off.”

  Her moans of shock and surprise were nothing compared to how loud he made her howl when their eyes were locked on each other. He finished lapping up every last drop of her he could find before slowly and deliciously flicking her clit one last time, giving her a wink when he did so. That one flick pushed her over the edge and rattled her body, mind, and soul with a profound release that had her snarling and shrieking like a she-wolf.

  Samuel held her body still while she leaped from orgasm to double orgasm to triple. The climax reached every part of her body, pouring a cascade of wild, otherworldly spasms that nearly caused her to black out. she screamed his name and the names of no gods in particular. Ada released everything she had ever bottled up. Never had anything touched her so deeply, made her feel so aware of her own body and the delights of her arousal.

  She felt as if she were in freefall, and she didn’t care when she might hit the ground.

  “I have you,” Samuel said. At some point, while she’d been in the freefall of her release, he’d taken her into his arms to cradle her. “I’ve got you, little one.”

  She crumpled against the giant’s chest, his wings covering her, his hands stroking and soothing her entire frame.

  “Shall I,” she began, but faltered when he placed his hand over hers as it made to grip his cock.

  “Not now,” he said, and continued to wrap her up in his strength and warmth. “Just let me hold you until…”

  “Until my body acclimates to getting pleasured by a giant? No problem. Already done.”

  “I was going to say until you stop shaking, but I think I’ll keep holding you beyond that if you don’t object.”

  “You can hold me u
ntil the world ends,” she said, curling one leg around his waist.

  He answered her body by gentling his heavy forearms down against her ass, holding her still.

  “Might happen sooner than I’d like,” Samuel said.

  Everything was going heavy and cloudy. Her body wanted to sleep but the bone-rattling orgasm had her mind working overtime. Her thoughts latched on to the notion that she had felt actual electricity when she had come. Not pain, like getting hit with an electric shock, but she’d felt a current. Their connection had created something powerful. Should she ask him about it? Or use it to her advantage?

  “Hmm? What does that mean?”

  Ada slipped one hand into her bag that still lay on the table next to the bed and checked her phone. Still black, of course. But when she slipped it under the pillow and gripped it in her hand, she felt some kind of surge of energy leave her body, through her hand.

  “So sorry, the energy fields used to hide the abbey drain all electronics.” He’d said that before.

  Something about it had felt like a lie.

  And yet attaching herself to her phone felt like a force of habit. Made her feel safe to have it nearby, even if it didn’t make sense.

  Was it wrong to lie to him? Yes, but he was also lying to her. Was it wrong to sleep with a man or creature she didn’t entirely trust? Probably, but it was all uncharted territory to her. She could not say what day it was. She barely remembered her name, but she knew enough to be careful as a woman, and that meant keeping her phone working. At the very least, a woman needed a lifeline to the outside world, she felt that much inside her blood.

  The giant patted her head and stroked her hair until she fell asleep, but he did not answer her question.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Samuel

  The giant waited hours for Ada to stir again before gradually nudging her with kisses up and down her neck.

  He had no idea what had come over him, but he was pushing aside their terms of her release. He knew it was wrong, but she wasn’t going anywhere. He could not let that happen.

  And not because of their physical connection, which was beyond superb. He’d never met a human who could match the stamina of a Nephilim giant. The two of them had fed off each other’s energy in a dance that had lasted the entire night. She’d fallen into short catnaps in between their sensual adventures, only to wake up full of questions about him, his mysterious brothers who had not yet shown themselves, about their cloaking, and what kinds of cloaking they were able to do.

  Samuel found that answering her questions induced a relief inside him. It felt completely natural to explain to a human everything about his species, from its history to traditions to its purpose in the modern world. Passing on all of that knowledge to a human who was not under any kind of mind control was, of course, forbidden in his family. Most Nephilim settlements lived in hiding as they did. But Samuel didn’t care about any of that anymore. He was tired of living in secret, tired of the thousand-plus years of living with a leash around his neck.

  It was crazy. It was dangerous. But it was exciting to think of a world where they could simply exist. Could it be possible? She may have been bound by the Angel Vow, but nothing stopped Samuel from telling the truth to the outside world.

  Even more exciting was the way Ada was sliding her soft thigh over his hip at the moment, her sleepy eyes still closed.

  He had watched over her sleep, and when she’d awoken, they’d talked for hours, kissed, touched, tasted, teased, and pleased each other again. He could barely fathom how she was ready to explore his body some more. They’d done everything except That One Thing, which would have to be saved for the Bacchanal.

  The plan last night had been to let her go, but everything had changed since then. He was drunk on her, and she was not going to leave that place without him. And no way were they leaving before he could fill her up properly, before he could feel his manhood surrounded by her warmth. Oh yes, it was happening.

  “What are you doing with that leg, little fox?”

  Ada opened one mischievous eye and grinned.

  “Experimenting,” was her answer. Locking her calf around his hip, she pulled herself flush against him. Her warm heat coated his erection. He groaned.

  “Careful,” he murmured, cupping her breast and kissing the top of her head. He desperately wanted to kiss her mouth but he couldn’t bend that far down to reach her. As it was, he didn’t dislike the sensation of her taunting his cock with her wetness. She ground against him. He cursed, and his whole body twitched in delight at the sensation.

  “I need to get you wet, and then we can try…”

  She trailed off when the arm that cradled her head reached around and he plunged one finger into her mouth. She sucked it gleefully, sensuously swirling her tongue around it as it filled her mouth, not caring that he’d interrupted her.

  “You made me plenty warm and wet with your mouth a few hours ago, and it was wonderful. It’s not the time for that yet.”

  She popped his finger out of her mouth. “But when? I thought I was leaving today.”

  He chuckled and pulled her in tight, aware that the closer their bodies commingled, the more friction they created, and the less he would be able to resist the final frontier.

  “I’m sorry, love. You’re not going anywhere.”

  Her eyes flashed with a challenge. Ada slapped his chest with a puny amount of force to a half-angel. “What about the Angel Vow? Aren’t we both going to die if you don't live up to your end of the bargain?”

  “Yes. So you’ll have to release me from the oath. That way you can stay and neither of us dies.”

  “You’re crazy, you know that?”

  Samuel looked at the window and judged what time it was. “I said one night with me, so we have about an hour left for you to release me from the oath.”

  She huffed, but thrust against his body again, hugging his cock between her pussy lips. She was not making this game of chicken easy for him. “You mean, you have an hour to let me go or die.”

  He tweaked her nipple. Ada sucked in a breath and began to push against his chest. He let her have her way with his body, and soon he was on his back and she was riding his erect cock, building a sweet friction and rubbing her clit against it.

  “No,” he said, trying desperately not to sound rattled by the idea that she was playing with fire in more ways than one. “I mean, you release me from the oath and you stay, and we both live.”

  Ada smiled down at him and trailed her fingers over his stomach. “Seems to me you’re reneging on our agreement. Why in the world would I want to stay with someone who does that?”

  Another thrust, and he felt the blood pooling in her hard little clit.

  “I think you want to stay. You want to gather more data. Explore the abbey with me. And you like me.” Samuel jerked his hips upward. Her small frame rose off the bed and her eyes widened in surprise.

  “Cocky bastard,” she said.

  “Impertinent devil woman,” he replied.

  He could go on like that forever; he could call on his magical blood to keep himself together long enough to wear her down. Nephilim could keep it up for days if they wanted to, and he had the perfect opportunity to torment her a little.

  When he lowered his hips back onto the bed, he wasted not a second before he had her pinned underneath him, their faces even with each other. “There now,” he said. “Now I can kiss you.”

  Throughout the kiss, Ada struggled to angle her body so she could wrap her legs around him again, to resume the delightful humping, but he pinned both her legs together with one hand.

  She grunted in frustration as he continued to kiss her. “No, no,” he whispered in her ear. “None of that. I want to keep kissing you. And anyway, your juicy little valley can’t reach my rooster from up here, short stuff.”

  “Let me go,” she whispered back.

  Raising one eyebrow at her and placing one hand softy around her neck, he simply shook his h
ead no. And gave the tiniest of squeezes.

  It was risky, he knew. But instantly he felt her reaction: her nipples hardening, her heat growing, her arousal crackling in the air around him.

  “You like that? You like me to edge you, pin you down, squeeze your throat a little?”

  The rise and fall of her chest sped up its pace while he waited for her answer.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Ada

  It made no sense, and yet it made all the sense in the world. A powerful creature had her pinned to the bed, his hand around her throat. Her legs desperately wanted to embrace him, to ride him to completion again for the umpteenth time since last night. But he was bigger and stronger by a mile, and he had her knees locked together with one giant hand.

  She let out a whimper and then nodded. He smiled.

  It was true, she did like his hand around her neck. She liked him to pin her down. She enjoyed the game of trying to get away, only to be overpowered, again and again.

  “Say it,” he whispered.

  “I love it,” she replied, raising her head to taste his mouth. Ada tried to lick, wanted to welcome his tongue inside her again, but he stayed far enough away that only their lips touched.

  “Give me your tongue, giant.”

  “Release me from the Angel Vow,” he countered.

  “No,” she said, her tenacity wavering. What had she gotten herself into?

  “You must. I won’t let you die.”

  She smiled. “I know you won’t.”

  “Give up,” he growled.

  “Never!”

  His jaw rippled. The giant was showing his hand. “OK. Let’s release each other at the same time.”

  “No,” she teased.

  He squeezed her neck a little harder, and Ada’s body betrayed her by exploding in an instant release.

  “Admit it, little one. You like being kept prisoner. Your curiosity is killing you. For once you don’t have to be in so much fucking control, and you love it. You’re enjoying your prison cell too much to leave.”