An Archangel's Promise (4 page)

He faced Sebastian, determination the only thing driving
him by that point. “Okay. I’ll train. I want you to teach me everything you
can. I want to learn what it means to be an angel.”

“You will? Just like that? After three years of dragging
your feet, you are actually agreeing to begin proper training?” Sebastian asked
in disbelief.

“Yes. Because the stronger I get, and the quicker I do
it, the sooner I can return for what’s mine,” he declared.

Sebastian frowned. “What’s yours? Oh, for heaven’s sake,
Hunter. You mean the girl?”

“Yes. Take it or leave it.”

Sebastian eyed him for a moment, as if assessing his
sincerity. “You’re serious?” At Hunter’s nod, he sighed. “All right. We’ll
train. You prove yourself, and when your transition is complete, I will help
you return to her. However, don’t be surprised if she hasn’t waited for you.”

Hunter ignored the look of warning he received. He had to
believe Gabriella would wait for him, but even if she didn’t, he would stop at
nothing to make her his.

With one last longing glance at the woman who owned his
heart, Hunter turned his back on the party and left with Sebastian to begin his
training.

Tears streamed down Gabriella’s face as she stared up at him
now in the present. Hunter could see the hope shining in her eyes, praying that
he told the truth. Every day he had been apart from her had been agony, the
pain so strong some days it felt like it would cripple him. Only the thought of
being able to return to her one day had kept him sane, and now that he was there,
he’d be damned if he let her go.

“What was that?” Gabriella asked, her voice husky from their
kisses.

Hunter tried desperately to gain his breath as he slid his
hand around to cup her cheek. “That is everything I have felt since I left you.
I know the pain you have felt all these years, because I felt it too. I never
stopped loving you.”

“You’re really an angel?” she asked in awe.

Knowing his Gabriella and that she would need more proof,
Hunter leant back enough to raise up on one arm and slip his shirt off, but
still kept her securely beneath him. Some of the buttons had already ripped off
in their struggle as he took her down to the bed, so it wasn’t hard to remove. His
back muscles stretched, and he felt the tiny slits form that would allow his
wings to come out. Forcing them from concealment, Hunter’s wings spread wide.
He let out a sigh when they extended. Hunter had only had them for the last
five years, and the first three years were spent adapting. He always felt more
comfortable when they were out. It still felt unnatural and strange to tuck away
something so large.

“Hunter?” Her voice wavered as hers eyes widened in shock.

Hunter didn’t move as she continued to stare. He could see
her mind working things over, trying to come to some sort of a conclusion.
Gabriella had always been able to handle the extraordinary, even when Hunter
had been the one freaking out. She had kept him grounded when new abilities
would show through, Gabriella was the one who told him everything would be all right.
And Hunter would be lying if he said he didn’t need her to do that now.

“They’re beautiful, Hunter. Can I touch them?”

Hunter sighed in relief at her words. “Yes.” He’d deny her
nothing.

The first touch of her fingertips against his feathers made
him shudder. An angel’s wings were sensitive, so much so that she may as well
be stroking his cock instead with how good they felt. Oh, shit. Having never
allowed anyone to touch them before, he had no idea what he had been in for.

“Gabby, you might want to stop that,” he panted. “We still
need to talk.”

She didn’t pull away like he thought she would, instead a
sly smile played over her lips as she traversed her hand over the top of his
wings. “Why, Hunter? Does that not feel nice?”

Oh, the little minx. She knew damn well it felt more than
nice.

Unwilling to let her win, Hunter ground his hips into her,
allowing her to feel the full length of his erection. Gabriella gasped,
spreading her legs to make room for him. Her dress slid up, revealing the
smooth creamy skin of her thighs to him. Hunter’s head spun as she kept
caressing him, and he was unable to stop his hips from thrusting forward,
nudging his swollen shaft against her heat.

The feel of her panties, damp and hot, was making him crazy.

“Oh, to hell with being a gentleman,” he muttered. “I was
never good at it anyway.”

Swooping down, he claimed her lips, just as he planned to do
to her body. Gabriella moaned as she arched up into him, and Hunter lost that
little bit of sanity he had been clinging to. Having her in his arms, in total
abandonment as she gave over to the tumultuous feelings they were both
experiencing, was an ecstasy he never expected to know.

Skimming his hands up her thighs, he didn’t stop until he
could slip her dress up and over, revealing all but a small part of her. The
tiny, lacy material of her panties covered her most intimate parts, and he was
dying to taste it.

The last and only time they had ever been together, he had
been too young, scared, and inexperienced to enjoy the full pleasures of her
body. Now though, nothing was stopping him.

Fuck. This was really happening.

Gabriella’s pulse beat rapidly as she lay there, completely
naked, her legs slightly spread, feeling Hunter’s hot and humid breath sliding
over the most tender and sensitive part of her. Never had a man’s face been so
close to that part of her body. There had only been a few men since Hunter, and
she hadn’t trusted any of them enough to allow something so intimate.

Hunter’s eyes lowered, seeming to trace every inch of her
body. She had thought he looked aroused before, but seeing the lust burning in
his eyes, practically pouring off him in waves, Gabriella knew Hunter was
desperate to take her. And she would let him. He could have her, consume her,
take her to heights she had never been before.

One thick finger slipped down her center and she arched her
back, a small cry of pleasure escaping her. Gabriella was so wet, so ready.

God, if he’d just hurry up!

“Gabby,” he said on a moan right before he covered her pussy
with his scorching mouth. Over and over he flicked his tongue along her slit,
moving to her clit and circling the engorged bundle of nerves, before dragging his
tongue down to press against the opening of her body.

She was shocked, and embarrassed, yet couldn’t refrain from
begging for more. “Hunter. Please. Oh, yes.”

“You taste incredible. Perfect, just like I knew you would.”
His husky voice vibrated against her clit, making her shiver and groan.

He flattened his tongue and ran it up and down her cleft.
Firm, full lips suctioned onto her clit and sucked. So. Damn. Hard. Her orgasm
was building inside of her as she struggled to breath. Hunter seemed to know
this, because the damn man brought her right to the precipice and then slowed
before she reached release.

“Don’t stop. Oh God. Please Hunter.” She felt heat rise to
her face at her blatant begging, but refused to take it back. She needed.
Wanted. And if he made her wait, she might just kill him.

“I won’t stop. I’ll never stop,” he told her in a ragged
whisper. It was nice to know she wasn’t the only one worked up.

His mouth latched onto her clit once more and he started
that wicked rhythmic suctioning, and thankfully didn’t stop when her climax
neared. Thrashing her head back and forth, she couldn’t even begin to explain
how good she felt. When he teased her pussy, slowly slipping his thick, long
finger into her, Gabriella surrendered to the feelings that crashed through
her.

Hunter was relentless as he dragged out her pleasure with
his talented mouth. When the sensations became too much, she tried to push him
away, whimpering. Before he allowed her to push his mouth away, he kissed her
softly then lifted himself up. His gaze was hungry as he stared at her.

Gabriella couldn’t help it. Couldn’t deny it. She wanted
him. Now.

“Hunter, please.”

In one fluid motion, he stood, shucking off his pants. She
nearly swallowed her tongue as she realized he had gone commando. His body was
a masterpiece. The muscles under his tanned and flawless skin were cut and
defined like a marble statue. Wings flared out at the back, so surreal and
majestic, she stared in awe. Hunter had certainly filled out since he had been
gone. His shoulders were wider and moved down to bulging biceps that she knew
held immense power. Much like the rest of him. A strong, finely edged chest
tapered down to narrow hips, and that incredible V of muscle pointed straight
to his straining cock.

Christ, she had a thing for that area on a man.

She watched as he raised one eyebrow. “When you look at me
like that all I can think about is burying my cock in your sweet little body.”

The air left her in a rush at his words and the erotic
promises they contained.

He crawled onto the bed and moved toward her, all the while
keeping his gaze locked onto hers. Hunter looked like an animal stalking his
prey. His tendons and muscles flexed, bunching as he moved with lethal
precision. What had he seen, what had he done to be able to move like that she
wondered? Was there any part of the boy she used to know still in there? God,
she hoped so. As quickly as that thought came, it left her as his hands splayed
her inner thighs, opening her wider.

“God, Gabriella,” he said as his pupils dilated in hunger
and lust. “Do you have any idea how much I’ve missed you?” His gaze cut to
hers. “How much I love you?”

Her breath caught in her throat at his words. Love?

Before she had time to think, he was taking hold of his
thick, long penis and bringing it to the entrance of her body. The air sawed in
and out of her as she watched the sight.

“You feel so amazing,” he rasped in her ear. “I want to be
inside you. I need to be inside you.”

Hunter’s hips thrust forward, and she hissed as the thick
head of his cock breached her entrance. His body froze, holding her against
him. His breath was hot on her skin.

“Gabriella,” he whispered, his lips gliding over her throat
and up to her chin. “You’re mine, Gabriella. I’m never letting you go.”

She knew she should be terrified at his words, alarmed by
the possessiveness she heard in them, but all she felt was a sense of peace
wash over her. A feeling of completion so strong it shook her to her very core.
He moved again, just enough that his cock sank a little deeper. The pleasure
was almost too much to bear.

“Hunter. Yes, Hunter.” She squeezed him tighter, digging her
fingernails deeper into the tight muscles of his back and shoulders, just above
his wings.

Bloody wings!

He took possession of her mouth, greedily kissing her. His
body was still locked in place like a statue, unmoving. She dug her heels into
his rear, frustrated and hoping to encourage him to thrust forward, but he
didn’t.

“I need you to hear me, Gabriella. I’ve waited too long,
fought too hard to have you by my side again. After this, I will not let you
go. Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” she answered breathlessly. God, she knew what he was
saying, some part of her understood how serious this was. So hungry for him,
Gabriella would agree to anything as long as he slid the rest of the way into
her. “Now stop stalling. You’re killing me.”

She felt a smile on his lips as he nuzzled his face against
her ear. Slowly, he stretched her pussy another inch.

“Oh God. Hunter,” she said, gasping as the pressure built
inside her. He was driving her insane. She’d never survive another moment
without him, wasn’t sure how she had managed before now. “Please, Hunter. I
need you.”

Just when she thought she’d have to beg again, he plunged
deep inside her. She cried out as her body stretched to receive him, taking him
fully inside. Gabriella was so wet, so ready for him. Supporting himself on one
arm, Hunter used the other to stroke her breasts as he let her adjust to him.
His touch was rough and exciting. Desire pulsed in her veins. Gabriella wanted
more, much more. Arching her back, she tried to move on his cock.

He clamped his hands on her hips, growling near her ear and
started to move inside her. The sound was more animal than man, low and
possessive. Gabriella shook as her need rose. Her whole body burned with
desire. Soon she was bucking against him, opening herself up completely. He
pushed harder, faster, dragging her toward the edge. She felt dizzy with need
and pleasure and excitement. Each thrust elicited another moan as she inched
higher. Closer…

“Gabriella. God, honey.” Hunter’s thrusts slowed. He buried
himself deep inside her, moving inch by delicious inch. Leaning over her body,
he wrapped his arms around her back and rested his chin on her shoulder. He
pumped in and out of her, slowly, seductively. “I missed you so much.”

She moaned as he brought one hand around to the front and
pinched her nipples, all the while his cock retreating and then pushing back in
again. Pleasure and pain mixed in her bloodstream, making her cry out in
pleasure.

I must be dreaming.

He pulled away, sliding slowly through her wet channel until
only the tip remained inside. He pushed hard and deep, making her gasp as
pleasure shook her. “Tell me you want this,” he whispered.

“Yes.” Her answer was barely audible over the thumping of
her heart as he dragged her closer to oblivion.

Gabriella closed her eyes as she tightened her muscles
around his cock. She sighed, enjoying the added friction along her inner walls,
until Hunter growled in her ear. “Come for me, Gabriella.”

She was so close…

Letting go of her breasts, Hunter wrapped his arms around
her in a tight hold, thrusting again and again with a feverish pace. His
fingers dug into her skin, mixing pain and pleasure. Her grip tightened as her
nails undoubtedly scored his shoulders. Never before had sex felt this raw,
this animalistic. Gabriella embraced her wild side as Hunter claimed her.
Desire built, and she stretched for her release. Throwing her head back, she
concentrated on the sensations rippling through her body.

When her orgasm came, she screamed as pleasure exploded
around her.

Above her, Hunter stiffened, his wings flared out to their
full length. They were magnificent, he was magnificent. So powerful and strong.
The son of an archangel.

His muscles strained, and his eyes were so hot she could
feel them burn her to her soul. Again and again he pumped into her, allowing
her orgasm to stretch out into oblivion. Only after he emptied himself
completely did his movements slow and his wings retract slightly.

She lay beneath him, breathing heavily as she absorbed what
had just happened.

Well, so much for telling him to piss off. Now what are
you gonna do, woman?