Crimson Reign (6 page)

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Hours later within the confines of Lachi's private training center, Laziel’s body once more radiated in the basking glow of his ethereal power. Sweat gleamed over the taut strained flesh that stretched over the thickly veined muscles of Laziel’s strong arms, abs and thighs. It ran from the hollow of the celestial's throat in small rivulets to well between the ripped formed dips and curves of his torso. Laziel still wasn't spent.

Laziel’s blood ran like liquid fire through his veins, heating up the inferno residing inside the depths of his heart. Its frantic beat crashed against the wall of Laziel's broad chest as the memory of Lachi's dominant grunts of release lingered, ringing still in the angel's ears. Needy for more than being Lachi’s sex partner, Laziel, in a fit of undignified fury ripped down the loose waist band of his sweats and grunted through the desired pain of tightening the triple row of silver spikes. The sharp barbs dug into the angel's healing flesh, reopening the older wounds until a fresh steady flow of blood coursed over the bulging muscles of Laziel’s rock-solid thigh.

“Shit!” The pain was good, and for a few minutes it gifted Laziel with a distraction from the memory of Lachi spilling his seed. “Damned bastard. Fuck!” Laziel tightened the band again, rejoicing in the tethered bite of pain as the hooked rows of steel teeth bit into the hard underlying muscle. The abhorrent and sinful thoughts Laziel held for the vampire male slowly ebbed away with the numbing dull thud of agony shooting through the angel’s skull. But, it wasn't over yet. The night was still young. And, try as he might, Laziel couldn’t forget Lachi still needed to feed. Oh for the love of self-flagellation. Just the thought of Lachi's lips pressed against the vein running along the line of his throat was enough to flood Laziel’s wicked core and send a tremor of lust racing up his spine.

It was going to be a bloody long night. And Laziel couldn’t wait.

Fresh from the shower, Laziel blocked out the pulse of pain from the barbs and took the scenic route through the older section of their quarters. The gallery walls displayed Laziel's own commission of private portraits; each one a much loved and detailed depiction of Lachi through the centuries. All were painted by the hand of whatever artist was in favor at the time. Laziel loved them and often found he stared wistfully into the hypnotically deadly stare of Lachi’s lethal gaze. Drawn on by the pull of Lachi's hunger, Laziel instinctively knew where the vampire King impatiently paced. His ravenous appetite for Laziel’s blood refused to wane, even after all this time. The animalistic surge of energy projected by the King coated Laziel’s senses, drawing him in closer by the second with the tantalizing allure of Lachi’s salacious craving for celestial blood.

Upon entering the library, Laziel physically and mentally sighed. The warm gold of the ornate fixtures and fittings mixed beautifully with the deep seated over-stuffed crimson sofas that lay overwhelmed with huge comfortable cushions. They sat invitingly in front of a huge roaring fire. The impressive hearth took up the entirety of the main facing wall. Its dominance in the room was, as ever one of comfort and heartwarming sanctuary. The sweet aroma of beeswax mingled with the smell of the books, lying housed within the three surrounding floor to ceiling book cases. Thousands upon thousands of first editions, parchments and scrolls all married together through the decades to produce a most outstanding collection of reading material within which Laziel spent hours happily lost.

This night, however, there was to be no such diversion. Beside the open hearth, Lachi stood dressed in ought but his skin; he was the reason for Laziel’s being. Without question, Lachi was the epiphany of masculine beauty and grace, and for just a moment as the vampire stared transfixed by the flames, Laziel’s eyes took in the enthralling form of the well sculptured Adonis. From top to toe, Lachi's bronze tinted skin shimmered, highlighted by the radiant glow of the flickering flames. Absently, Laziel rubbed the prickling skin of his hands over his thighs and wondered futilely how soft Lachi's still damp hair would feel if ran between the needful fingers of Laziel's deft hands.

The lump in Laziel’s throat threatened to choke him. He loved so fully, only as an angel could love. Yet, his heart constantly yearned for more than Lachi could, or would, give. Laziel fought back the tide of remorse and swallowed loudly. He wasn’t surprised when he raised a glance in Lachi's direction and found the vampire’s sights firmly fixated on the pulsating vein running hot along the column of his throat. If all he was ever meant to be was a vessel for this vampire, he had no choice but to accept his role with gracious intent and savor for an eternity the love and affliction of his angel's grace.

With their eyes locked, Laziel closed the gap between them until they stood face to face. Then slowly, his gaze raking over the well-defined contours of Lachi's masculine form, Laziel dropped to his knees and swept aside his long mane of his hair, offering Lachi the access he desired to strong column of his throat.

To steady himself, Laziel splayed a warm palm across the rolling abs of Lachi’s stomach and instantly became attuned to the vampire's rising ardor. His cool skin warmed under Laziel's delicate touch. Unused to the display of such tentative measures, Lachi’s breathing became insistently urgent when Laziel teasingly nipped the hard budded flesh of one taut nipple then blew a frigid breath over the raised angry nub. Laziel’s persuasive allure rose in abundance when Lachi opened glowing eyes and looked up at the male with wicked intent.

“Laziel...don't...you don't dare push me. I won't be responsible if you do.” Lachi's feral growl sent icy tendrils of pleasure shooting through his veins. The forewarning ignored, Laziel lazily rimmed his lips then lowered his head. The scent of Lachi’s flesh enticed him; a mixture of musk and something erotic that made Laziel’s mouth water with the need to taste. He flicked out the length of his tongue and danced it over the delectable breadth of Lachi's broad, plumb colored head.

“ANGEL!” Any further words from the vampire evaporated when Laziel’s mouth opened and he slipped the male's thickly veined shaft into the wet darkened depths of his warm mouth and groaned.

“Hmm-mm.” The sensual taste of Lachi's satin smooth flesh exploded across his tongue. Lachi visibly trembled beneath his touch when Laziel dipped the tip of his tongue into the well of Lachi’s weeping slit. The angel purred when the salty caress of pre cum coated his throat. Starved for more, Laziel suckled the helmeted head and scraped the tips of his much shorter fangs over the delicate flesh. Lachi roared in abandonment when Laziel urged the hard slickened mass deeper into his welcoming throat.

Moving the hands that caressed Lachi's trembling flesh, to grip his ass, Laziel impaled sharp talon like nails into his muscular flesh and guided the width of Lachi's hips to thrust even deeper. With the thick pulsing mass of Lachi’s sex lodged tight inside, Laziel mercilessly constricted his throat to grip the swollen head of the vampire’s cock. And, when Lachi's fingers raked viscously into Laziel’s long black hair, fisting the hip length strands in both his hands and began a slow guided thrust of his hips, Laziel groaned, sending a jolt of spine bending vibration through the heated swelling flesh of the vampire's stiff sex.

“Argh. Fuck, angel. Ohh, damn...yeah. Oh yeah…yes. God damn it, Laz!” Unmindful of Lachi's pleading, Laziel swallowed using the absence of a gag reflex to heighten the torment of Lachi's lust. With the vampire’s ass secured in his pinning grip, he drove Lachi's wet rampant swell in and out of his hungry, hot mouth. The slip and glide of each knee trembling jut of Lachi’s hips was met by Laziel’s yielding deep throat. The heady scent of their lust for each other mingled into the room adding to the ambiance of their surroundings.

Laziel was lost, possessed by the need to satisfy both their lustful intentions. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked slowly up the whole thick length of Lachi's impressive cock while his tongue trailed over the pulsating vein that ran to the tip. His lips smacked on release with a loud pop.

Lachi sank to the floor, his beautiful bare chest heaving from the exertion to keep his release battened down tight, delaying the climactic moment when Laziel took all he had to offer after milking him while satiating his own sinful salaciousness. A low greedy growl slipped from Laziel’s lips to vibrate the surroundings with its deep rolling base. His hands scored up the insides of Lachi's inner thighs, spreading him wide before glowing celestial eyes.

The air around them turned toxic as Laziel crawled up the male's shuddering torso. With a lick of the lips, Laziel coursed a teasing path up over his hips before positioning the still slickened hot head against the tight clenching crevice hovering above it. In one smooth blissful maneuver, Laziel distracted the male by ravaging his mouth. The sharp sting of fangs penetrated the flesh of Laziel’s probing tongue as Lachi murmured amorously for the seductive treat spilling into his mouth.

Laziel brought his knees up and ground down hard, filling his tightly clenched ass by impaling himself deeply on Lachi's rigid cock. Lachi growled his pleasure into Laziel’s mouth and released his hold on Laziel’s bloody tongue to thrust up fast against his yielding ass. Their bodies fused together, and Laziel leaned back, braced his hands on Lachi’s thighs and watched as inch by inch he took all of that smooth, hard flesh deep within his own warm stretched channel.

“I’m going to ride you so damned hard,” he purred as the light in the room dimmed and their bodies became silhouetted against the open naked flames that danced across their skin. “And then, you can drink your fill, vampire.”

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A week after the Council meeting, Malachi exhaled a frustrated breath and shoved the keyboard away from him. He hated the time he spent cooped up indoors sloughing away at the computer and the monotonous paperwork associated with being the leader of a race. The one piece of mail he wanted was a fucking no show. He’d sent out a warning the day after the confrontation with Darklon and received
abso-fucking-lutely
nothing in response.

Concerned yet cautious, he scanned the news in the area around the last know whereabouts of the individual Darklon sought. The search turned up nothing except a string of grisly murders. Suspicious of everyone, even the guards selected and trained by the angel, he dared not allow his concentration to focus in one area. With a grunt at the wasted time, he expanded his search to include various points around the world. One slip and the intricate web of protection surrounding the escapee would untangle strand by strand and give Darklon the one he hunted. Three hundred years after the escape, and the fucking Elder refused to give up.

It was during the rescue that Malachi realized why Darklon wanted the vampire, who by vampiric law Darklon rightfully owned. Although largely frowned upon, vampires still could and did turn humans. The newly born vampire became both the property and the responsibility of the maker. Anyone who interfered in the relationship or caused the maker to lose his property was subject to trial and the possibility of death. An ancient law, Malachi abhorred the idea of ownerships and he fought tirelessly and unsuccessfully to have it rescinded. Sadly, the vampire in question fell under the law as Darklon’s creation. Despite the law, Malachi, with Laziel’s help, freed the vampire from Darklon’s clutches. Though he had no proof, Darklon suspected Malachi’s involvement and therein formed the basis of their mutual hatred.

The male in question commanded strength of will unmatched by any Malachi had ever encountered. Inherently greedy, Darklon would have wanted that for himself and made every effort to have it. But, it was the human’s attachment to Malachi that sealed his fate. By the time Malachi found him trapped in a shoddy unheated shack, manacled by silver chains that burned his skin upon contact, he lay unbroken by the depravity and brutality of his Sire. Fire burned in his eyes though his skin oozed from unhealed wounds. Emaciated to a skeletal husk, the vampire hovered on the edge of life when Malachi and Laziel broke through the doors and liberated him.

Feral from blood hunger and mindless with pain, Malachi had expected the male to attack them to assuage the god awful hunger he could feel beating at him. But, the vampire had risen from the filthy mattress and shaken off the chains that once bound him. He and Laziel had followed the male prepared to stop him if he headed for the humans living unsuspecting nearby. But, the male crossed straight to the field beyond taking down a large steer with savage grace. After taking his fill, he’d staggered to his feet and disappeared into the ether.

“He’ll get in touch when he can.” On the other side of the desk, the angel sprawled in the antique chair, one leg tossed over the arm and midnight hair pooling on the floor on the opposite side. Bare-chested and barefoot, normal attire for Laziel, he absently locked and unlocked the steel handcuffs grasped negligently in his nimble fingers.

Malachi flipped his gaze up to Laziel. “He isn’t the only problem, only the most worrisome at the moment.” He waved a hand at the computer screen. “The fucking Council is pitching a bitch again about a mate, a Queen, for the race. I’ve just received a petition demanding a betrothal by the end of the year. They’ve obtained signatures from all the regions, and stirred up the enclaves. All of this since the meeting only a few days ago. And,” a feral growl rolled into the room. “Guess which fucking region has the most signatures.”

“I told you, Lachi Denali, I told you to let me kill the bastard. I had him in the palm of my hand. It would have been so easy.” The malice in the flame red eyes chilled Malachi’s blood. It wasn’t often his mentor’s temper was revealed, but as it did at the moment, the flash of angelic ire seared the air around Laziel hot enough to burn flesh.

“Easy, angel. I’m safe and Darklon is safely tucked away in his enclave.”

“More’s the pity,” Laz muttered tossing the handcuffs on the scarred wooden desktop.

“I’ve sent for Arial.” Malachi surged up from his chair and started to pace.